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The Deafness of a Mother,

Upon returning from the tomb, Beatrice immediately returned to her room. Without saying much, the girl simply left Soraya and Matilde looking astonished. "Is he okay?" ask Matilde.

"Diagulau. The problem of young people," said Soraya looks calm, even though in her true heart she is so worried about the princess only wayangnya. "I will see Bea first" said the beautiful widow as she passed from her sister-in-law.

Soraya walked down the corridor until she arrived in front of the room Beatrice occupied. The forty-five-year-old then ventured to knock on the door, though she was not sure the princess would open and talk to her. However, at least he had already shown his care and attention to the brunette girl who was in the room.

"Bea, honey," call Soraya from the outside. However, there was no answer from inside the room. "Bea, are you okay, son?" again not too loud. "You don't want to talk to Mama, son?" Soraya did not give up. However, there was still no answer from inside the room.

Soraya stood up for a moment as she let out a long breath. I don't know what else happened to her daughter at the time. Beatrice is so unstable. If yesterday-yesterday the lover of Dirga seemed cheerful and much more relaxed, another case with the present. Beatrice looks very moody and not passionate at all. "Why are you?" murmured Soraya quietly. Just as he was about to move from there, the sound of the door being opened.

"Mama," called Beatrice who instantly made Soraya stop her steps. The beautiful widow then looked over. He turned around and returned to the front of the room Beatrice occupied.

"Are you okay, Bea?" ask Soraya. "We can talk if you want" he said.

Beatrice seemed to think for a moment, before she finally invited Soraya to enter the room. The girl again sat on the bed while putting on a face that looked not excited at all.

"Do you have any more problems with that young man?" asked Soraya who could already guess the meaning of her daughter's attitude. "The mother heard it clearly when we were at your father's grave" said the beautiful woman again as she approached Beatrice and sat down before her.

"I don't know what to do" said the long-haired girl.

"What's he doing? Did he do anything to you? Is that why we're here now? Oh, Bea. Mama thinks you want us to really spend some time together. Why is Dirga's influence so great for you, honey?" Soraya flocked her daughter with a series of questions.

"I really want to come here, Ma. My problem with Dirga, making the plan I want to realize soon. Now we're here. In Madrid, my hometown." Beatrice breathed regretfully.

"Alright, Mama will ignore that," said Soraya, "but tell me what is the matter between you and Dirga," he asked.

"Since when have you been interested in my problems and Dirga's?"

"Gosh, Honey. I am your mama. I should have cared about you. You are my only daughter. Francesco entrusted you many times. Even though your father did not order anything, Mama will definitely take care of you and always pay attention to you well" said Soraya.

"Do you want to keep blaming Mama?" The widow's voice trembled slightly as she realized all her negligence in taking care of Beatrice.

"No. It's pointless. I don't even know what I want anymore" replied the twenty-two-year-old girl.

"Then?" ask Soraya. However, Beatrice seemed reluctant to answer him.

"Listen to Mama, dear" Soraya said. "Be aware that Mama only wants the best for you. Everything you do to meet all your needs. Frankly, Mama was so surprised when you asked to get married. Moreover, Mama does not know well the young man who became your girlfriend," explained Soraya gently.

"Now my mother knows him. So, what is your attitude towards Dirga? Mama rejected him blatantly," Beartice replied.

"Mama wants you to marry someone who can give you the guarantee of a decent life. Remember, Honey. After marriage, you must learn to organize your own home. You have to cook and take good care of your husband. The smallest thing you have to think about, even when you run out of salt and sugar," Soraya said.

"Dirga is a hard worker, Ma," argued Beatrice.

"Yes, and her mother was a widow. He had a great responsibility as a substitute for the head of the family. Are you ready to share everything? The income is not big. What is the salary of a part-time bartender? All of that will not make you feel enough even though he adds income as a freelance photographer, selling vegetables at the market, or cleaning the aquarium at a small ornamental fish store in the market. How much money will he give you, then how much should he give his mother?" Soraya said with great excitement. He even forgot and lost control of his own words. Soraya had opened up all the things that should have been a secret and should not have been known by Beatrice.

"How did you know what Dirga used to do? Where'd Mama get all the information about her?" search Beatrice with a sharp look at the mother. "Geez, don't tell me Mama's spying on Dirga!" beat the girl again in a dislike tone.

Soraya suddenly silenced after hearing the booing from her daughter. His eyes moved left and right to find the right answer to everything he had said before Beatrice. Even giving birth felt impossible after all the long confessions that escaped his lips.

"Mama is just looking for information" Soraya murmured without looking at Beatrice's face. His eyes shifted in another direction.

Beatrice's face instantly turned increasingly moody. He didn't know why his mother did all that. This was something Beatrice did not like because she thought Soraya was too much.

"Why is Mama spying on Dirga? Mama shouldn't have done all this, right? Can't Mama ask me to bring Dirga home and Mama can ask her directly!" Beatrice could not control her speech after learning what the woman sitting by her side was doing.