Socialites
The warmth of family,

"Is Mama hiding something from me?" ask Beatrice. He felt that there was something else about his mother. The woman doesn't seem to show any arrogance or anything like that. Soraya seemed to be covering something up.

"What can you hide from me, Bea?" Soraya seemed to show that nothing was bothering her mind.

"Come on, but I feel different. It was Mama ...." Beatrice did not continue her words. He watched his mother closely. "Did Mama miss papa?" ask the girl later.

"Ah, Bea ...." Soraya passed from before her daughter. He took out a ceramic plate that was already filled by his homemade cooking. Soraya seemed to want to avoid the question from Beatrice earlier. But Beatrice was still curious.

"I miss papa too. I hope Mom takes me to Madrid sometime to visit papa's grave. There's a lot I want to tell him" Beatrice said, leaning part of the body against the marble-clad table.

"Yes, sure. We have to go there together to spend a few days having fun. I miss my family in Spain too. Last night Aunt Matilde sent greetings to you. He asked if your social media accounts were still active or not. He said you rarely show up. Unlike other young people," Soraya said.

"I haven't opened my social media accounts in a long time. Mama knows for herself, books are much more fun and also Dir ...." Beatrice immediately poked her lips. "That's it," the girl closed lazily. He then took his drink to the dining room. Soraya followed immediately from behind. They both set the dining table together. When they finished, the two started dinner

"If we could be like this every day" Beatrice sounded hopeful. "Am I too boring, Ma?" ask the girl suddenly.

"What's so boring?" Soraya asked back.

"My life is monotonous. Is that why you'd rather spend time outside?" ask Beatrice again.

"Since when have you had such thoughts?" soraya Protest. "Mommy spends time outside not because you're boring, honey. Precisely because Mama's life is very monotonous," said the beautiful widow.

"You know for yourself, after your father's gone, and then we moved here. It feels so weird. If you ask if Mama misses your papa, yes of course. Mama misses him so much. Sometimes Mama wants him back. Such feelings are often present, whenever Mama is in anxiety and unable to face you alone. Your father always knew how to. He's full of solutions and brilliant ideas" Soraya said.

Beatrice did not answer. She only watched her mother closely, holding the spoon in her right hand. At least he knew that Soraya was not as bad as a stepmother in the soap opera story. It gives one good hope for him, in the continuity of the relationship he lived with Dirga .

After the heart-to-heart chatter was over, dinner began. The pretty face of the brown-haired girl seemed radiant because she could feel her mother's simple cooking. The longing that has been shackled, tonight has been cured.

"Sorry, Madam. I just want to let you know that Miss Rahma has arrived" Munaroh said as he approached Soraya in the dining room.

Beatrice looked at her mother in surprise at Rahma's arrival in the house. As far as he knows, his mother's socialite friends rarely come to this house unless there is a party. But this time Rahma came suddenly.

"Make him a drink first, I'll see you in five minutes" Soraya said after rubbing the tip of her lips with a tissue. After that Munaroh immediately went to the kitchen to carry out orders from Soraya.

"Tumben aunt Rahma came to see Mama at home?" ask Beatrice curiously.

"Maybe there's something important. Mama herself did not know what she needed to come here," Soraya replied in a soft-sounding voice.

Beatrice gulped down the remaining drink and after that she rubbed her lips with a tissue, "then I better go to the room first. There seems to be an important thing that Aunt Rahma will convey," said Beatrice as she moved from her seat.

"alright. We will continue the conversation at a later time. Sorry because Mama had to see Aunt Rahma first," Soraya said with a heavy sigh.

Soraya moved from her place and swung a step towards the living room to meet the youngest. His footsteps could be heard echoing along the road to the living room. A sweet smile rose from her lips when she saw the presence of the beautiful woman there.

"Good night, Su," said Soraya after sitting beside Rahma, "sorry because you have to wait. I just finished dinner with Bea" Soraya said without letting go of Rahma.

"I'm the one who apologized for interrupting your time with Bea" Rahma said in a soft voice.

Soraya was astonished by Rahma's attitude today. His eyes were sad as if he was facing such a huge problem. The office's stash doesn't usually look sad like this, "what's the matter?" In the end Soraya asked about Rahma's purpose in meeting him here.

A thread of tears just flowed from the eye pelukur after hearing the question. Rahma suddenly melow because she did not know how to answer questions from Soraya. He himself was confused as to where to explain everything to the rich widow.

"Hey, why are you, Su? What makes you this sad? You don't have any money? Or have you been dumped on your mpap?" cycar Soraya grabbed Rahma's body into her warm embrace. Her maternal soul suddenly appeared when she saw her best friend crying like that.

"If you don't want to tell a story, no problem. Cry until you are satisfied so that the tightness disappears from your heart." Soraya tries to calm Rahma down so that her crying stops immediately.

For a long time Rahma poured out all the feelings in the warm embrace of someone she thought was an older brother. After getting tired and feeling relieved, he decomposed his body and took the tissue on the gold-colored box that was on the table.

"I'm confused, Ma'am Ay. I don't know what else to do" Rahma said with an unrelenting hand wiping the remaining tears on her smooth cheeks.

"What makes you confused?" soraya asked without taking her eyes off Rahma's puffy face.

"I'm pregnant, Ma'am Ay!" rahma said with a trembling voice.

"Pregnant?" Soraya assured the confession Rahma had just uttered.

"Yes. I'm four weeks pregnant." Highlight eyes full of sadness clearly visible from the beautiful eyes of the woman who became the mistress of the official.

"Then it's good, dong! You can tie your mpap in marriage ties." Instead of worrying about the future of her best friend, Soraya agrees with Rahma's pregnancy.

"The problem is not that easy, Ma'am Ay!" Rahma looks riled up.

In the end Rahma told how Abraham responded after knowing she was pregnant. For several days Abraham disappeared without news. Last met, the middle-aged man said he could not marry Rahma even though there were seeds growing in the womb. But the middle-aged man added a nominal monthly money to Rahma despite disappearing.

"Groom this, Su. Then who will be responsible for all this" Soraya murmured after hearing the story.

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