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About seventeen hours drive by Soraya and Beatrice. Both have now arrived at Adolfo Suarez Barajas International Airport, Madrid. There, their arrival was greeted with joy by Matilde and her husband Carlos. "Bienvenido a Madrid (Welcome to Madrid)." Matilde hugged her sister-in-law and niece, as well as Carlos who missed the brunette so much.

"How are you two?" matilde asked as she took the mother and child out of the airport. Soraya and Beatrice's suitcase is carried by Carlos.

"We are very happy to be back here" Soraya replied with a big smile that adorned her beautiful face.

"Yes, since you've returned to Indonesia, it's been hard to see each other again. I even thought that you wouldn't meet me again with Bea. No me wrestling (I wouldn't like it)" Matilde said, clutching Beatrice's shoulder next to her. "Jeez, you're getting taller, Bea," he said, glancing at his nephew.

Beatrice doesn't talk much. The brunette only smiled in response to the words of Matilde, who was the father's younger brother.

"That's it. Let's continue this little reunion at home. After all, Paquita is already waiting for our arrival there. He prepared a lot of food to welcome the two of you" Carlos chimed in from the front. He then stuffed Soraya and Beatrice's luggage into the trunk. After all entered and sat comfortably in a yellow VW Beetle, Carlos began to turn on the engine and drive his vehicle out of the airport area.

During the journey, Soraya and Matilde were noisy. They were unceasingly talking about all sorts. While Beatrice prefers to look out the window, on the streets of the city of Madrid that he has long left. It was like a dream when he was able to return to the land of birth that holds many memories with his late father, Francesco Rojas.

A speck of clear details appeared in the eye of the beautiful twenty-two-year-old girl. Beatrice was very close to her father. Therefore, he felt so lost when Francesco was declared dead after a traffic accident.

The girl continued to be washed away, until her daydream was stopped, when the car driven by Carlos had entered the courtyard of a magnificent Spanish house with a floor layered with natural rocks. Carlos stopped his beloved car near the garage which was separate from the two-story house building which had windows and a unique design. The white house was decorated with several plants that made the atmosphere around it look shady and beautiful.

"Hola, bienvenido (Hi, welcome)," greeted a blond girl with a side braid dangling past her left shoulder. He only appeared after hearing the sound of a car stopping in the yard. The girl had a slightly higher posture than Beatrice. He was wearing a white singlet and sleeping pants with a picture of one of the famous cartoon characters. The girl is Paquita, the only daughter of Carlos and Matilde. He was a year older than Beatrice, as Matilda married earlier than her older brother Francesco.

"Paquita Hola. ¿Como estas? (Hi, Paquita. How are you)," replied Beatrice. Although she had long since left Spain, Beatrice was still fluent in her native language. He welcomed the warm embrace of his cousin. Paquita was Beatrice's old playmate. "Gosh, I miss you so much" said Beatrice, who had been silent for a while. It was like a dream when they could meet again.

"I miss you too, Bea. You haven't been here in a long time" Paquita replied with a big smile and sparkling eyes for being too happy. Not to forget he also greeted Soraya while hugging the beautiful widow. "Come, in. I've prepared a lot of food inside" he asked. They then walked to the door with the top shaped curved.

Matilde invites them to the living room with curved-shaped lawang as well. There was a thick foam-lined chair placed near the window and a door leading to the side courtyard. In the room there are also two mini palm trees as decorations.

"Ma, I'm going straight to the room" said Beatrice.

"Oh sure, honey," said Soraya. He turned to Matilde and Paquita, who were only knitting eyebrows because they did not understand the language used by Beatrice.

"Bea quiere ir a su cuarto (Bea wants to go to his room)," Soraya told her brother-in-law and niece.

"Oh, jeez. I think what he wants" Paquita said with a crisp laugh. "Dijame llevarte a tu habitacion, Bea (Let's take me to your room, Bea)," Paquita asked, holding Beatrice's arm. The two girls passed from the room to the room that had been prepared for Beatrice.

Arriving at the room and Paquita passed from the room Beatrice was currently occupying, the brunette girl sat on the bed. He circulated his gaze to observe the condition of the cream-colored room. Then, Beatrice immediately opened the bag to retrieve her mobile phone. There was something he wanted to see despite the annoyance in it.

"It seems I don't need to open a message from Dirga," Beatrice murmured after opening the chat app there, "I want her to be aware of her mistake." Beatrice keeps her phone back because she wants to leave Dirga alone for a while. The disappointment in the heart is still deep until it pierces the heart.

Still vividly remembered how Dirga's attitude with a girl the other day. Beatrice was upset to see her lover so familiar and so close to a girl other than herself. Especially when looking at the lines of happiness, a big smile and cheer displayed by Dirga at that time, the fire of jealousy was even more burning. Beatrice's main goal was to repair a relationship that had been frozen for no apparent reason. However, all was left was a plan because in fact Beatrice chose to go to Spain rather than meet with Dirga to ask the clarity of who the girl she saw at the time.

"I don't know what made you turn this way. One thing that disappointed me, you couldn't keep your attitude in front of another girl, as if you couldn't remember if there were feelings you had to take care of." Beatrice muttered softly with a straight forward look. He seemed to be dealing with Dirga while letting out his heartbreak.

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