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Because Reyhan's good, though,

"Astagfirullah, Mum. How can you think that far?" Dirga took a deep breath while shaking inexplicably. "I love Bea so much, but it never crossed my mind to do that before we were actually halal. All this time, I always tried to keep his honor, "the twenty-five-year-old explained earnestly.

"Thank God if indeed you always hold fast to the teachings that Mother gave," said Astuti relieved. "Mom believes you can" she continued

"Many things are my consideration, ma'am. Bea's a nice girl, even though she's from a modern family and has a father who is an overseas person. However, I know that he is not a devotee of free life" Dirga explained.

"Oh, yes. I've been wanting to ask this question to you for a long time. I know it's too sensitive, but if you have any serious intentions even to the point of thinking about getting married, I think this should be discussed as well," Astuti spoke very carefully for fear of offending his son.

"What do you want to ask me about?" ask Dirga curiously.

Astuti was silent for a moment. The middle-aged woman seemed to think and put on a serious look. "Mommy is curious, because Bea is the father of Caucasians. Is he ...." Astuti paused his speech. He seemed to be looking for subtle words to sound more delicious and not offensive.

However, Dirga seemed to have understood the direction of the question the mother was about to ask. He smiled and remained calm. "Her father Bea has been a convert since he first married his mother. That's according to what Bea told me, because before deciding to get into a relationship with him, I also have to be careful. Fear becomes a big problem later on" explained Dirga.

"Things like this are too sensitive to talk about, ma'am. However, now you do not need to worry about it anymore," said the man who likes photography to calm the mother.

"Thank God then. Mother became very relieved," Astuti replied holding onto her chest with a gentle smile.

"Yes already. Mom go to sleep. It's been too late. I want to finish my work a little more" concluded Dirga ended his conversation with his mother. He accompanied the departure of the precious woman in his life with a meaningful look.

Actually, it was hard for Dirga to live her life after the departure of her father. He also felt sad when he saw Astuti had to fight in the market, especially they were not a big trader. The intense competition is so felt, if not coupled with the awareness and sincere feeling that continues to be fostered in his family.

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Beatrice sat pensively by the window of her room. The gaze of the twenty-two-year-old girl was straight on the spacious yard of her house, decorated with ornamental plants the mother's collection of fantastic value. However, the ringing sound of the phone has managed to resuscitate it immediately. Beatrice got up from her seat and walked to the bed.

I saw a new number there. Beatrice had no intention of answering the call. He prefers to get books that have not been read. However, before the girl moved from her place earlier, the sound of a ringing call came back. The foreign number appeared again on his phone screen.

"Who the hell?" Beatrice grabbed the phone she had left on the table next to the bed. The girl seemed to frown while watching the phone screen in her hand, until the Spanish-language song stopped. Not long after, a message came in still from the same number. Curious, Beatrice opened the message.

Hi, Bea. Still remember me?

Beatrice knitted her brows. He didn't know who sent him the message. Finally, the brown-haired girl replied to the message.

This who?

Oh gosh. It's so easy to forget about me. It's me, Reyhan.

After reading the message, there was a rumble in the chest of the book-loving girl. He didn't have to ask where Reyhan could get his phone number from. Beatrice did not want to return the message. The long haired beauty saw the watch on her left wrist. It is too long to wait for the mother to return from the event and all the activities of the beautiful forty-five-year-old woman.

For a while, Beatrice paced in the room. Sometimes she cuts her hair. Beatrice looks riled up. However, in the end he made the decision to contact his mother and ask for her explanation.

After two calls, Soraya answered. The forty-five-year-old widow just finished her jewelry check that will be launched in the coming days.

"What's up, Bea? Tumben you called mama at this hour of work," said Soraya calmly as she walked towards her room.

"I'm not going to talk much. I just wanted to ask, what did you mean to give Reyhan my phone number?"

Soraya smiled slightly. He arrived in front of his room. The beautiful widow opened the door and entered. "The reason is only one, because Reyhan is good," he replied calmly.

"We need to talk!" bea concluded before deciding on a call.

Soraya let out her breath after hearing the last sentence spoken by the princess alone. There was a pain in his heart when he received the disrespectful treatment from the daughter he loved so much all this time.

"I just want what's best for you, Bea! Why is it so hard!" soraya grumbled after pensively thinking about Beatrice.

Without stalling any longer, Soraya immediately moved out of place because she had to go home to end the insignificant quarrel. The wealthy widow arrived at the company a short time ago.

After departing from the company and being on the road for several tens of minutes, Soraya finally reached her yard. He immediately got out of the car and swung a step towards his magnificent mansion. Soraya immediately stepped her feet towards Beatrice's room on the second floor. Without knocking on the door, Soraya opened the door of Beatrice's room just like that.

"What's up, Bea?" soraya asked after being inside Beatrice's room.

Beatrice turned her chair around after hearing Soraya's voice there. The brown-haired girl's eyes looked cold and frozen. It seemed like he was really disappointed in the beautiful woman sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Let's talk" Soraya said after seeing Beatrice standing still, "let's just say what we need to discuss in person!" It seemed that Soraya could not stand the attitude shown by her daughter.

Beatrice moved out of her current place. She walked towards where Soraya was at the moment and finally chose to sit by her mother's side, "i don't like the way Mama gave my number to Reyhan without her permission!" beatrice said without further ado.

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