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Red lipstick blush adorned the thin lips of Soraya. That morning, it looked perfect. Tight eyelashes and pink blush further support its beauty. The sexy woman immediately grabbed the branded bag on the dresser before leaving the room.

One by one, the stairs passed until they reached the first floor. Soraya then swings her way to the dining room for breakfast with her only child, Beatrice. However, this time Soraya's guess is wrong, because it turns out Beatrice is not there yet.

"Where is he? Not usually Bea is late to come to the dining table," Soraya muttered as she reached into the cellphone in her bag.

However, the sound of someone's footsteps made Soraya undo the intention to contact Beatrice, because the beautiful girl had just arrived there and was sitting on one of the chairs at the dining table. There was a sweet smile from Soraya for her daughter.

"I miss huevos rotos" Beatrice murmured softly as she looked at the breakfast menu on the table. Huevos rotos is one of the typical Spanish breakfast menu, in the form of eggs combined with smoked meat and potatoes. With a little laziness, Beatrice began to fill her plate that was still empty.

A toast and a glass of orange juice is the breakfast menu that morning. Both of them just sit still while enjoying the chocolate jam that is spread on the toast. Beatrice occasionally glanced at her mother in search of a gap. That morning, he would return to discuss the request he had made last night.

"Bea, Mama's coming home late. You're having dinner by yourself, isn't it?" soraya said after finishing her meal. The woman's eyes were fixed on Beatrice, who was chewing bread and then sipped orange juice until half was left in the glass.

"Not every night am I like that, Ma?" satrice replied with her mother's stare.

Soraya only smiled when she heard the comment from Beatrice. It is undeniable that Beatrice often eats dinner alone, "Mommy has a job at the office. In addition, you also have to go to the store for a while. Please understand, dear," explained Soraya as she gently rubbed the back of Beatrice's hand.

Beatrice put down the glass she was holding onto as she let out a slow breath. "I always try to understand" he said. A moment later, the brown haired girl fell silent and seemed to think. "Ma, I want to get married!" Beatrice doesn't seem to want to mince words anymore. He went back to discussing the same matter as last night.

Soraya again developed her sweet smile after hearing Beatrice's request. To him the princess's ridiculous request did not need to be responded to again. In Soraya's mind, Beatrice was just playing around or maybe the girl just wanted to get attention.

"How, Ma? Can I get married soon?" beatrice asked once more, because Soraya never answered her question.

"Bea darling, you better take a walk first. Looks like you need a vacation" Soraya said without taking a look from her daughter's face, "ah ... Mama has an idea! How about you get your vacation tickets ready for you? You can go to Ursula's aunt's house in Madrid" Soraya suggested, moving her eyeballs left and right, hoping that Beatrice would agree with her idea.

Beatrice let out a rough breath after hearing the mother's reply. Really, that's not what Beatrice expected. He only needs one definite answer from his mother—Iya or not—not a slack answer that is far from the main wetting.

Before leaving the dining room, do not forget Soraya kissed the head of Beatrice lovingly. After which, he immediately left the dining room without responding to a request from Beatrice. It's the same situation as last night.

"Mama!" call Beatrice look furious after Soraya left her just like that. However, Soraya did not reply at all. The crazy woman was in such a hurry. Today she had an important meeting to discuss the launch of the latest jewelry model from her company called Royal Impression Jewerly.

Beatrice could only massage the base of her nose, dizzy at the thought of a wish that Soraya had not yet approved of. The regret stored in the heart was growing, because Soraya did not press her request. His mother even considered the request he made was just a delusion. Then, how else did Beatrice convince her mother, that her request was not a delusion.

"Looks, I should talk to Dirga. He could definitely provide a solution to all of these problems" Beatrice murmured before leaving the dining room. He walked to his room on the second floor. After picking up her cardigan and her beloved little sling bag, the twenty-two-year-old girl came out of the house.

escorted by a private chauffeur, Beatrice, who had previously made an appointment with Dirga, headed straight to the place where they used to meet. As usual, he'll be here earlier than the lover. Understandably, because Dirga traveled anywhere just by riding his butututnya motorcycle that often ngadat.

While waiting for her lover to arrive, Beatrice sat alone on a garden chair under a tree. His mind floated on some time ago, when he first met and became acquainted with the figure of Dirga Aditya, the young man who now fills his heart.

At that time, Beatrice was reading a book alone, when unexpectedly Dirga came to approach and thrust a piece of photo to him. "I'm sorry, I took a picture of you without permission. After all, there was no other object I could photograph here," the twenty-five-year-old said, showing off a friendly smile.

Beatrice looked around the park, before she responded to the speech of the young man before her. "Here there are trees, flowers, grass, and also a neat arrangement of paving blocks. Why take my picture?" the girl protested with her usual tone and expression.

The young man with the side hair style smiled back. He sat down next to Beatrice, keeping his distance. It seems that he is a polite person in his attitude. He then turned to the long haired beautiful girl next to him. "You want to know why? Because there's one thing that looks so unique about you" she replied.

"What's that?" beatrice asked as she knitted her brows.

"Look. At a time when all girls your age are busy with gadgets, while you prefer books. We have the same hobby." Dirga smiled faintly after saying the reason.

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