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Dirga's unrest, Dirga,

"Huuh ... tired," complained Dirga when plopping on a soft mattress in his room. As usual, he had just returned from the market helping Astuti. That day, Dirga was getting a holiday from the cafe.

Actually, the sweet man wants to invite his lover to meet. However, for three days now the Spanish crossbred girl was lost without news. The number is also difficult to contact. There was a sense of annoyance and worry in the twenty-five-year-old man.

"Actually where's Bea going, anyway? Why didn't he give me any news at all?" Dirga muttered softly without taking her eyes off the ceiling of her room.

One by one the reasons that kept Beatrice at a distance with him began to fill the mind. Again and again Dirga can only guess because he has not had time to communicate with the girl who has stolen his love and attention. The last small quarrel occurred because of reports from Maryati if Beatrice walks with a man named Reyhan, in fact managed to make the relationship frozen until this moment.

"It looks like I should call Bea again. Maybe today I can meet him" muttered Dirga as she reached into the cell phone stored in her jeans pocket.

The black bead focused on the phone screen, while both thumbs of his hands were agile when typing a message for someone who was lost somewhere. Beatrice's number remains the same, still ticking one and last seen three days ago. Of course, this situation managed to make Dirga more restless. He did not know where to look for Beatrice, because all he knew, Beatrice only had one number.

"Hmmm ... I seem to know where to find Bea," he murmured after remembering that there are still social media that can be used as a clue to the existence of the lover. During this time Dirga himself rarely open social media because it does not have time.

The pink application, combined with a yellowish color and has a camera logo, has been opened by Dirga. The two ends of the eyebrows intertwined after Beatrice's account appeared at the top of the list. A portrait of a beautiful brown girl smiling sweetly in the photo. Dirga read the location and caption in Spanish which he did not understand what it meant.

"So he went to Spain? Without telling me? How outrageous of him!" Dirga did not accept everything that was done by his lover.

"What the fuck is this Bea! He's having fun in Spain while I'm busy thinking about him. I was worried that something might happen to her, but it turned out that none of this meant anything!" Dirga complained after knowing this truth.

The heart that had been filled with beautiful flowers bloomed, now suddenly withered just because of a mere misunderstanding.

Unable to restrain himself, Dirga then sent a message through the application earlier. He asked about Beatrice's whereabouts.

For a while Dirga waited for a reply from his lover. However, it turns out not to retaliate. Beatrice hasn't even opened that incoming message. Of course, because at that time the beautiful girl was still asleep. As it is known that Indonesia, especially DKI Jakarta, is six hours faster than the city of Madrid, Spain.

Dirga complained slowly. It felt good if he had to stay home. Dirga decided to leave the house. Unexpectedly it turns out he passed by Mak Ijem who was going viral in the alley around his house.

"Eh, Gaga. Where are you going?" ask the fifty-year-old woman over that. Mak Ijem already looks neat and beautiful, although at that time it was still fairly early in the morning. The age of twilight turned out not to make the middle-aged woman lose the turmoil of passionate youth.

"Eh, Mommy. Good morning, Mom," Dirga replied politely.

"Oh, don't call mom dong. Call sis or sister. I look like a mother-mom, don't I?" protesting with a flirtatious smile.

Dirga was stunned for a moment. He doesn't know what to answer. He then recalled his conversation with Maryati a few days ago. What the girl said was true. "Oh yes, Brother." Dirga smelled his smile.

"No, Brother. Mom's still at the market. At most it will be a bit unfortunate," replied Dirga. "What's up, brother?" tanyanya.

"Ngga anything. I was gonna ask to be taken out. Yesterday nyuci pake nimba all water. So, waist hurts. Pegels. While the aerobic schedule is still the day after tomorrow," he explained.

"Oh, so. Later when mother has come home I say, Sis," Dirga reply responded.

"Don't forget it, Ga. I'm also going to Belly Dance this week. Let the stomach more singset and sexy that," said mak Ijem full of confidence.

"Oh yes, Brother." Dirga nodded while smacking his smile. He then intended to leave before the nimble grandmother, but it turned out that Mak Ijem held her back.

"Where are you going, Gaga? Kok hastily very," said the middle-aged woman again with her attitude that began to flirt. "This is a loh, Ga. I want to ask your opinion" he said again.

"About what, brother?" asked Dirga who was already uncomfortable because he had to continue dealing with the wrinkled-skinned doll.

"Look, Ga. Sister is new from the salon, out of hair color. According to Gaga, it's sister's hair color isn't good?" ask mak Ijem while wagging his ombre-colored hair.

"Oh, yes. That's great, brother. Suitable, make Brother look much younger," replied Dirga. He hoped that with such an answer, then mak Ijem would let him go. However, it turns out that Dirga's assumption is wrong. Mak Ijem still held back his steps.

"How old is Big Brother's lipstick?" ask the woman again.

Dirga looked at him for a moment, to see the color of lipstick worn by mak Ijem. Confused, that was how he felt at that moment. How not, mak Ijem apply pink rose lipstick on her lips that are not tight anymore.

"How, Ga?" ask mak Ijem again.

"Hm." Dirga muttered softly. "Good too, brother. Looks fresh and ripe. Like rose flowers in bloom," said Beatrice's lover gave his praise. However, shortly afterwards Dirga was stunned. I want him to take back the words he said just now. However, it was something impossible, especially since mak Ijem looked very happy. He blinked his eyes many times with wind-repellent lashes.

"Thank God you think it's good. She became more confident with this new look. Yeah, already. Brother, there's still work that's not done. I want to eat chicken first. Bye, Gaga. See you next time," said mak Ijem while waving his hand. She breezed her model towards her house. Dirga can now breathe a sigh of relief.

"It is fitting that Mamad moved the sales pitch. It turned out like it was troubling mak Ijem," Dirga muttered after the middle-aged woman's PP back disappeared from view.

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