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Soraya stepped foot confidently towards her room. After placing the hand bag on the table, he also removed the ankle strap heels worn. The widow of one child then climbed onto the bed, then sat down while straightening her legs there. Not to forget, he took a gadget and began to play the most important object in his life. He broke down after opening the messaging app to send a message to Beatrice.

Soraya smiled faintly, as she managed to send the video recording to the princess. He did not think at all about the bad impact that would happen later on Beatrice. For Soraya, separating the princess from Dirga is something that must be done immediately.

After sending the video, the forty-five-year-old woman got out of bed. He intended to go to the bathroom, before finally having to undo the intention due to the sound of knocking on the door. While curling her long hair using a pause, Soraya walked towards the door. Without hesitation, he opened it.

Beatrice's sour face was there. The twenty-two-year-old girl looked at the mother with an angry look. "What do you mean you sent that unimportant video to my number?" beatrice asked without making small talk first.

"There's absolutely nothing to mean, honey. Mama just wants you to know what kind of man you have been adoring all this time" Soraya replied, explaining with confidence.

"Then? Mama thought I'd just believe it?" challenge Beatrice. He seemed to not want to pay attention, whatever efforts made by Soraya to his relationship with Dirga. "I know Dirga better than Mama. A cheap video like the one Mama sent you earlier won't have any effect on our relationship!" firmly the girl then turned her body. Beatrice passed from the face of her mother just like that.

Meanwhile, Soraya was just stuck in the doorway staring at the child's departure. He took a slow breath, then went back in. "Jeez, Francesco. Your daughter turned out to be stubborn as well" Soraya complained. He sat on the edge of the bed with his hands on his left and right sides.

"What are you doing, Mi Amor?" the heavy voice of a man suddenly shocked Soraya, making her immediately turn her head.

"Francesco?" Soraya knitted her brows, looking at the figure of the thin-bearded handsome man next to her. "Como puedes estar aqui? (How come you're here?)" ask the beautiful woman in wonder.

"I'm everywhere you are, Mi Amor. I always have to make sure you take good care of our daughter" the Spaniard replied gently. He then grabbed Soraya's clenched fingers, then dipped them deep. "Oh, yes. Did I ever ask you?" He looked at the wife.

"What's that about?" Soraya looked very curious.

"Whenever before you met and fell in love with me, were you ever attracted to another man?" tanyakanya.

"I told you first. You are my first and last love. The proof, until now I did not marry any man again" said Soraya.

"You think there's such love?" ask Francesco again.

"Our love, dear," said Soraya.

"Yes. Our love. Then what about everyone else? Could they also feel that kind of love?" ask Francesco again.

"Eitherway. It's probable. I am not someone who can explore the hearts of others. I don't even know with ...."

"Beatrice's Feelings?"

Soraya. He didn't answer immediately. The forty-five-year-old woman seemed reluctant to respond to the provocation of her husband. "Don't talk about it, honey. Beatrice's different. She's my daughter" she refused.

"She's also my daughter" Francesco said.

"Are you, Mi Amor?" francesco asked as he confirmed the strands of hair that covered the beautiful face that was in front of him.

"I wouldn't be willing to ...." Soraya stopped her speech.

The vibration of the phone was surprising because the phone was right above Soraya's beautiful face. After opening her eyes wide, she moved the phone away from her face. The beautiful widow rubbed the nose of the operation several times before deciding to remove the phone.

"Rahmas? Why her?" soraya muttered after reading the contact with the name 'Bungsu' on her phone screen.

All dreams about the man who filled the recesses of his heart until this moment should end just like that because of the call from Rahma. Soon the beautiful widow hit the green icon on her phone screen, "what's wrong?" ask Soraya without further ado after the call is connected.

"Yes, I'm home. Just come here," Soraya said again after hearing Rahma's complaint with sobs heard there. Soraya herself to wonder because all this time Rahma rarely cried. She was not a crybaby who liked to shed tears, let alone just because of a problem with a man.

The call ended after Rahma expressed her desire to meet Soraya at her home. The beautiful woman did not know what reason made Rahma want to meet her in this house.

"French. You came to my dream again," Soraya murmured after remembering a beautiful dream with her husband a few minutes ago, "why just a moment!" Soraya doesn't accept that.

Soraya grabbed her phone again to see the video stored in her gallery. Once again he saw a video of the man his daughter loved. Soraya thought twice about sending the video to Beatrice.

Seeing Beatrice's anger in a dream alone, made her heart ache and sting, especially when Beatrice found out the video firsthand. Imagine how beautiful Beatrice would be if Soraya could not afford it.

"So. I can't do all this. I don't want Bea to be hurt because of that guy!" Soraya shook her head slowly as she imagined the impact her daughter would feel later.

"I'd better keep this video alone," Soraya muttered again, "let Bea figure out for herself how the man would be if behind her." So Soraya thought after rethinking her plan.

Looks like the widow of the Spanish businessman had to find another way to improve his relationship with Beatrice. A better way and certainly nothing to do with Dirga. He only wanted the frost between Beatrice to melt away immediately because of a problem he himself did not know for sure.

"Ah, maybe I should prepare a special dinner for Bea. I have to prepare myself that meal. Maybe that way, he'll melt down and be willing to reconcile with me again." A brilliant idea suddenly appeared in Soraya's mind.

The beautiful widow immediately got out of bed and she walked towards the bathroom to clean herself up. Soaking in a bath with foam bubbles and aromatherapy that is always there, seems to make Soraya's mind much calmer and peaceful.

"Wait for Mama tonight, my dear Bea," Soraya murmured as she poured liquid soap into the bath.

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