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Go to the tomb, please,

Dirga breathed a sigh of relief after escaping the clutches of mak Ijem that unsettled the young men around his residence. The sweet man was silent for a moment to think where he was going after that. Photography Jobs and other side jobs do not need it and today Dirga is completely free.

"Ke mas Jambul this hour is not open yet. Where do I hang out anyway? The kids must also be working on busy days like this." Dirga muttered with the eyeballs moving left and right, while trying to find a suitable place to throw a sense of affection in his heart. He was still sitting on his favorite motorcycle while reopening his phone. The message sent to Bea was not read until noon.

After keeping his phone in his pants pocket, Dirga immediately turned on his favorite motorcycle. Although the man's goal was uncertain, he still left the house. After exiting the alley, Dirga pointed the handlebar of his motorbike to the left and a few hundred meters later, the motorbike stopped in front of a shop that had just been opened by its owner.

"What, is the PS open?" Half shouted Dirga asked the man who had a tattoo on his arm.

"Udah! Stop by but your friends are not here yet" replied the man.

Directly Dirga immediately direct his motorbike to the parking lot available in front of the shop. A PS rental place that still survives in the midst of the rise of sophisticated gadgets. The place is never empty because it still has loyal customers every day, yes .. for example like this Dirga.

"Tumben this hour is still at home? Not at the cafe?" ask the PS rental owner. He was a man about two years older than Dirga. The man is usually called Ucok.

"Again off, Bang. There is no work either," replied Dirga while getting off his bike. He rushed in following the tattooed man earlier.

As usual, Dirga chose a place in the corner of the room. The most comfortable place he used to live with some of his friends. Beatrice's boyfriend immediately turned on the button on the front of the PS to insert the cassette. Winning Eleven is his favorite game. Although it will feel boring because there is no opponent to play directly, but Dirga still continue the intention in order to repel the sense of entitlement in him. However, even after he obtained victory, it did not make him feel satisfied.

A few minutes later, a game was completed. Dirga put the black stick to reach the phone in his pants pocket. Again he wanted to see the message he sent to Bea this morning.

"Well, just read it?" Instantly the sweet face turned sour because of it.

After thinking for a few minutes, Dirga again typed a message for her lover who is now thousands of miles from her. An upset filled the man's heart due to the change in attitude of the brunette girl who was spending time in Spain.

What the hell are you doing, Bea? Why is my message only read? How busy are you there to tell me not to have time? How do you want this? No wind, no sudden rain like this?

Is it necessary for our relationship to break until you establish the heart between choosing me or Reyhan?

Dirga sent a long message to Beatrice for not getting a reply from her lover. He placed his phone on the carpeted floor and refocused it on the PS stick. Although his eyes were focused on the television screen before him, his heart and mind were fixed on the figure who was far away from this country. Many times he glanced at his phone, but it turned out there was no reply at all from the girl who had no idea what was going on in Europe there.

While Beatrice, who had just finished taking a bath, looked so upset when reading a message from Dirga. He just threw his phone on the bed. "Basic men. He who cheats on others. ¡Todos los hombres son iguales! (All men are the same!)," said the girl with annoyance. He had no intention of replying to a lengthy message from Dirga. Beatrice preferred to get ready soon, as she planned that day Soraya would invite her to visit her father's grave.

"Just go in, Ma!" beatrice from the Inside.

After hearing the answer from her daughter, the beautiful widow entered. She was so beautiful and neat at the time. "Aunt Matilde will accompany us there, but Paquita can't come because she has to go to campus" he said, noting his daughter.

"It's okay. After all, yesterday-yesterday I had spent some time walking around with him" said Beatrice as she tidied up her clothes in front of the mirror. After combing her long hair, the girl signaled that she was ready to leave. "Is aunt Matilde going to drive?" ask Beatrice who was accompanying the step of the mother to go outside, precisely near the garage. There Matilde was ready to wait near the silver-colored sedan.

"Oh, Bea. You're really pretty, honey," she said. "Come, we're leaving now. Before the weather gets hotter," take Soraya's sister-in-law while getting into the car. After all sitting sweetly in the vehicle, Matilde immediately started the engine.

"Auntie sure you've passed the driving test?" beatrice asked with a small grimace, as the sedan began to drive slowly out of the yard.

"A, Bea. Don't underestimate me, honey," Matilde said confidently.

"Bea must have not forgotten that you failed the test many times" Soraya said with a crisp laugh.

"Hey, you know that I'm the unyielding type. I will continue to fight before getting what I aim for," argued Matilde again still with his confident attitude.

"Yes, including when you're after Carlos's love," Soraya responded again to her sister-in-law's remarks.

"Shut your mouth, brother-in-law. Don't drop my pride in front of Bea. Don't let him know that I used to fall awake chasing Carlos' love" Matilde chanted again as she continued to drive.

"Yes, and you just told him," Soraya replied back laughing. Light and warm chatter filled with jokes continued between Soraya and also Matilde. While Beatrice was again just silently pensive to think about her suddenly chaotic relationship with Dirga. The girl's daydream stopped when Matilde's car had arrived at the cemetery.

They went down and walked a few meters. After a while, the three had stood in front of a black marble-coated headstone by the name of Francesco Alvaro Rojas. Soraya also put a bouquet of flowers that she brought to the navel of the husband. "Francesco, it's me. Bea and I came to visit you after a long time. I can't imagine how much of a longing we feel for you. Now we are here" Soraya said. Clear details fell from behind the sunglasses he was wearing. Soraya then glanced at her daughter.

Beatrice took a step forward, so that the distance was getting closer to the pusara of the father. "Papa, I miss you. You're the best man I've ever known in my life. You're a responsible man and always hold high the commitments you've made. You were the most loyal and never betrayed my mother. There is no man as good as you, nor is he" Beatrice said.

However, Soraya could hear that clearly. He immediately turned to his daughter who was bowing languidly in front of Francesco's tomb. In the end Soraya knew the reason Beatrice suddenly invited her to Spain.

🌹To Be Continue 🌹