Socialites
Soraya's anger, Soraya,

Having fun until late at night, was not a surprise for Soraya. Meeting his three friends while joking and accompanied by alcoholic drinks is a routine that cannot be ignored. They are always compact in everything related to the pleasures of the world.

Just like Rahma who was experiencing turmoil and emotional disturbances up and down, actually Soraya was dizzy thinking about her only stubborn daughter. However, all those feelings slowly dissipated after being in the crowd of the night club. But he still has limits. However, Soraya still remembers going home and also worries about Beatrice being at home with a few servants.

"I have to go home now. For some reason, my feelings suddenly did not feel good" Soraya said after remembering all her debates about Reyhan with Beatrice. He was only afraid that his daughter would run away from home.

"Hmmm .. like a real person who uses all bad feelings," said Dena while blowing her cigarette smoke. In that one night, I did not know how many cigarettes he had embroidered in accompanying casual chat with his colleagues.

"Or! We usually go home in the early hours. It's ten o'clock in the evening, Dek Aya" said Astrid, who was pouring alcoholic beverages into her glass. After that, he took a sip.

Soraya ignored the persuasion of the two senior members of his social gang. He kept coming home in the footsteps of the actor who came home early because he felt nauseous. After saying goodbye to Dena and Astrid, the wealthy widow walked out of the club.

"Thank you" Soraya said after Alpianto opened the car door for her.

The long journey has finally begun. Soraya's luxury car drove at moderate speed on the city's crowded streets. A soothing music sounded in the car to make Soraya unwind for a moment. Sleeps. Yeah, that's how he gets tired. Sleeping on the road becomes a powerful way to eliminate a little fatigue in him.

After a while, Soraya's luxury car finally arrived in front of the main gate of the elite residential area where he lived. The widow of one child immediately opened her eyes after hearing the sound of Alpianto waking up by calling his name softly and politely.

"What's up, sir?" ask Soraya while glancing slowly.

"I'm sorry Madam for waking you up. I just want to let you know that in front of the car we look like a young lady" said Alpianto, pointing to a slow-moving motorcycle in front of the car. The motorbike indeed drove towards Soraya's residence. "I still remember the flat number of his motorcycle," explained Alpianto again.

Soraya opened her eyelids wide to make sure that the girl on the motorbike was not her daughter. The floodlight from his car also leads directly to the flat number of the motorcycle. Soraya had to make sure first. However, when viewed from the hair, bag, and jacket worn by the girl clearly shows that it is Beatrice, the only daughter of the puppet.

Soraya could only wipe her chest after confirming that it was Beatrice. Especially after the motorbike turned left and it was clear if it was the direction to his house. "Huh, Bea just got home at this hour? Where is the kere man," murmured Soraya quietly. He felt shocked after seeing the time he had on his phone. It's not usual for her daughter to come out of the house and come home that late.

A moment later, Soraya also opened a green application to open a message that she had not opened. It turned out that one of them was a message from ART at his home. The person he believed it to be, reported that Beatrice had not been home since leaving this morning.

"What the fuck?" Soraya shook her head slowly after Dirga's motorbike stopped in front of the gate of her magnificent home.

"Look!" call Soraya who just got out of the car. He crossed both his hands on his chest with a facial expression that was hard to decipher. Anger and hue do not like to clearly color the beautiful face of the widow of one child.

"Mama." Beatrice turned her head after seeing the mother who had been standing with her face put on.

"Honey, it's Mama," pointed Beatrice to turn her gaze toward Dirga. He smiled sweetly as he looked at the lover who made him happy all day.

Dirga who had seen the presence of Soraya, did not immediately say hello. The twenty-five-year-old was silent for a moment. Apparently, he was thinking of something. Samar in the shadow of that sweet single is about some loyal visitors to the cafe where he works. Although every day there are many people who come and go to the cafe, but Dirga can memorize the faces of his loyal customers.

"Mom" he said politely. He nodded respectfully to his future mother-in-law.

"Ba-ma! I'm not your mother!" reply Soraya sharply in response to greetings from Dirga. A moment later, the wealthy widow turned her attention to Beatrice, who was seen trying to protest. "Where have you been? Why did you just come home at this hour?" search with serious mimicry.

"I don't think you're going home so soon" replied Beatrice. Instead of responding to the mother's question, he uttered words that seemed to challenge Soraya.

"Mama asked you, Bea. Where have you been all day to get home this late?" Soraya repeated her question.

Instead of being scared, Beatrice had a smile on her face. "Like Mama who does not feel at home, natural dong if at any time I feel what the capital's wind at night," he replied lightly.

"Bea! How dare you talk like that! Coming in!" Soraya's index finger stretched straight towards the inside of her magnificent building. He didn't have to tell her twice to say yes. After all, Soraya knew well the character of her daughter.

"I go in first, yeah. You go straight home, don't wander around like an old abege," Beatrice quipped, glancing at her mother. After that, he passed from before Soraya and also Dirga who had returned to ride his motorcycle.

"Hey, you!" call Soraya. "This is the last time you take people's children without permission. Next time, I can report it to the police if it happens again!" threaten Soraya as it passed leaving Dirga who sat silent on the bike for a while. He noticed the steps of Soraya who was heading into the house.

Dirga was only able to take a deep breath. He began to realize one thing, that to marry Beatrice not only needed sufficient supplies, but also a strong mentality. At least, he must have more courage, to be able to melt the arrogance of his future mother-in-law. Dirga knew what he had to do the first time. One important thing is to fill the stomach in angkringan mas Jambul subscription to strengthen the mental that had been down because of the slur of the future mother-in-law.

...🌹TBC🌹...