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The shine of the sun penetrates the glass window that is left open, because the gray curtain is still tied on the right and left side of the window. The eyelids were slowly opened because of the light that penetrated into the gray room.

"Ouch! Why is my head still beating like this?" grumbled Dena while poking a part of her head. He did not realize that he was not in his room at the time. However, before long the straight-haired woman had circulated her gaze at every corner of the room. Dena also seemed to frown, because the feel of the room was very different from his room. "Is this called a hallucination?" muttered the forty-five-year-old single while laughing softly. He then paused for a moment to gather all his energy and consciousness.

Slowly, Dena's consciousness began to recover. His eyeballs moved back to the left and to the right, to observe the condition of the room where he was at that time. Many times the beautiful but single woman blinked her eyes, the scene she found remained the same. The atmosphere of the room is very different from the room. It was immediately that Dena was stunned from and jumped down from the bed.

"God! It was not a hallucination! Huh huh? Whose room is this? Why am I here?" Dena looks confused after being convinced that it is not her room. "Yes envelope, did I overdose and now turn into a spirit?" he was cupping his own face. However, shortly afterwards Dena felt her own skin. He also held onto a chest that was still beating normally. "Oh, thank goodness. It turns out I'm still alive" he murmured again. He then sat on the edge of the bed.

Dena pensively for a while. He's trying to remember last night. Although faint, but he began to catch the figure of Alexandre who he remembered was driving next to him. "Ah, was that the man who brought me here? If yes, then ...." Dena felt his whole body. He made sure that there was nothing strange about him. "Thankfully my clothes are still intact. I mean, I'm not supposed to be with him?" smith again. The woman then moved to the other side of the room. He opened every door that was in there, even to the drawer door he opened as well. In the end, Dena found what she was looking for, which was the door to the bathroom. The woman could not bear to urinate immediately.

While in the bathroom, Dena finally came out and stood in front of the makeup mirror to tidy up. His face now looked much fresher. He immediately tidied his hair with a comb that was always stored in his bag. After feeling enough, he swung a step out of the room earlier. The white door was opened slowly so that no one knew if he would run away secretly from the magnificent house.

"Yes! Safe!" dena said after making sure there was no one inside the magnificent house. His eyes immediately looked to the left and to the kana with a sagging step.

Looks like Dena doesn't want to wait any longer. He immediately swung his steps. However, it turned out that the situation in the big house made him confused, in finding a way to the living room and the exit. In the end, the woman's steps had to be stopped near the connecting stairs to the second floor, upon hearing the voice of a middle-aged woman who was walking down.

"Who are you?" ask the woman who of course is Syafridawati. She had just come out of her room and was going to head to the dining room for breakfast with her son, Alexandre.

Dena bit her lips while holding her breath, as she herself was at a loss for how to behave. The woman did not even know who owned the house. It would be a disaster, if it turned out that the woman who greeted him was the spouse of Alexandre. Think Dena.

However, everything has already been done. Slowly the forty-five-year-old single dared to turn around and see the owner of the voice.

"Emmm .. that, Aunt ... uh, Madam .. I'm Dena," said Dena stammered nervously after coming face-to-face with Syafridawati. He felt anxious because he was afraid of being mistaken by the owner of the house.

"What a beautiful name" said Syafridawati with a smile that looked very friendly, "why rush home? No breakfast yet?" asked the middle-aged woman while looking at Dena with a very sweet smile. There was a sense of happiness in the middle-aged woman's heart after seeing the presence of a beautiful woman in her son's house. At least he was relieved that his son was carrying a woman.

Syafridawati has not been able to ascertain who Dena really is. He only hoped that the woman standing before him at that time would be his son's lover. Alexandre never talked about women being with him. Sometimes Syafridawati is afraid if her son has no taste for the opposite sex. Moreover, Alexandre's hobbies and daily life are struggling in fields that only men tend to engage in. Yes, Alexnadre has a hobby that tests adrenaline. One of them is driving a car on the off road track and climbing a cliff. Alexandre often travels around Indonesia and even the world, only to find challenging spots for him.

"Don't hesitate. I am Alex's mother" Syafridawati said in a friendly manner. He introduced himself to Dena.

"Mama." There was the sound of a man greeting from another direction. The two women of different generations immediately turned their eyes toward the source of the voice. Dena was wide-eyed after seeing the man she met last night and now she knows who the owner of the house is. The forty-five-year-old single was getting more and more misbehaved, after seeing Alexandre's extremely sharp and intense eyes on him.

"Ouch! Die me! Geez ..." muttered Dena inwardly, as Alexandre walked towards her, then stood between her and Syafridawati.

"Good morning. I don't think you're awake yet" said the copper-haired man without taking his eyes off Dena.

"I have to go home," Dena replied with a gaze she directed in all directions.

"Why rush? Let's have breakfast first. After all, Mama will soon be leaving for the airport," prevent Syafridawati as she grabs Dena's hand and leads her to the dining room. Dena did not refuse either. He turned to Alexandre who was just scratching his head.

"Where is Aunt going?" dena asked pleasantries, even though she did not know anyone in the house at all. However, it must be admitted that his stomach is hungry. He immediately sat down next to the middle-aged woman.

"I'm going to Sweden, see Alex's father. It just so happened that he was sick," explained Syafridawati as she filled her plate with the food available on the table.

"You are, Lex. Yesterday went there when Mama was busy. So, now Mama has to go alone," the protested woman glanced at the son who was gulping down apple juice in his glass.

"Because I also have to adjust the same schedule I, Ma," said Alexandre calmly. Occasionally, the man glanced at Dena who did not care about the chatter of the mother and child. Dena was busy tasting the food on her plate. "Would I drive you home or take a taxi?" he gave it to Dena who was busy chewing.

"Ah, don't bother. I can take a taxi" said Dena with her mouth full of food.

"You are indeed troublesome," Alexandre murmured softly, almost inaudible even to Dena and Syafridawati. The two women of different ages did not respond to his words, and were busy with their morning meal.

"Don't do it, Lex. As a man in charge, you can't let your girlfriend come home alone by taxi" Syafridawati said, choking Alexandre and Dena on hearing the middle-aged woman's words.

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