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Thinking About the Future,
After spending a few days in the land of the matador, Soraya and Beatrice finally returned to their homeland. Hope to eliminate the feeling of anxiety because of the romantic relationship that is experiencing ups and downs with Dirga, it was not entirely successful. Growing up in Indonesia, Beatrice still carried her pouting face.
"You said you wanted to get married immediately. Just taking care of trivial problems is already so manyun. How about facing a household problem? You may faint many times" said Soraya, who was uncomfortable, as Beatrice kept showing a gloomy face all the way home.
"I'm upset, Ma" said Beatrice softly.
"I'm sorry to be upset. However, if you are married, you cannot behave like this, dear," said Soraya again advising her daughter.
"Then what should I do?" beatrice asked still with a shabby, lethargic, and completely uninspired face.
"Learn to think more maturely. Why didn't Mama just let you marry Dirga, because Mama doesn't know that man well either. I don't know if she can be a guide for you or not. The other with Reyhan. Mama knew him a long time ago. Reyhan is polite and learned. He is also the son of Jeng Yayuk who is a subscription at Mama's jewelry store" explained Soraya with a controlled and soft speech.
"Can't you just not talk about him? Because of Reyhan, Dirga was angry with me. He thought that I was playing behind the back of Mama's friend's son, "beatrice protested with annoyance.
"Well, so she's met Reyhan in person?" soraya asked with a face that was difficult to decipher.
"Eitherway. I don't want to talk about it with her" said the brunette girl.
"You left without explaining to Dirga?" Soraya scrunched her forehead.
"Yes. A few days after that, I saw Dirga being alone with another girl" Beatrice said.
"Who's the girl? Did you ask Dirga for an explanation?" cycar Soraya's. Beatrice responded with a soft belt. "Gosh my god." The forty-five-year-old widow shook her head as she clucked softly.
"What's the matter, Ma?" ask Beatrice plain. "I was upset, so I just left. I let him know the taste."
"That's obviously something wrong, honey. If you feel like an adult, then do not behave like the style of dating teenagers. Especially if you have the intention to go to the guarantee," said Soraya. However, Beatrice did not respond to Soraya's reprimand. The twenty-two-year-old girl was only speechless with a face that looked increasingly bent.
While Soraya only let out a short breath, when she saw her daughter's sour face. He did not end up thinking with the girl's childish attitude. How could Beatrice want to marry young, whereas if there was a small problem just his attitude like that. Of course Soraya grew worried after hearing her daughter's story, if they were in trouble.
"Mom's going to the room first. Looks like Mama's got to take a break because this head feels throbbing after hearing your story, Bea." Soraya said goodbye to Beatrice before passing from the living room. The woman stepped in a little haste, until she arrived at the luxurious room on the second floor. The door of the room was also tightly closed. Soraya threw her body onto the bed.
Heavy exhales rang out there, because of the burden of the mind that filled the head. For this time, the problem Soraya thought was not about money or company, but the future of her daughter. Many considerations that the beautiful widow had to think about, before deciding to approve Beatrice's relationship with Dirga.
Soraya was pensive to find a way out of all the problems that were happening. For this time, Soraya did not want to just stay where she saw her moody daughter. He tried to be mature and lower his ego for the future of his only puppet daughter. Relying on the friends, it seems impossible considering the three are busy with their respective affairs.
"I have to meet the young man. Yes, I should talk to him," Soraya thought after a brilliant idea popped into her head, "but where should I meet him? It seems very unethical if I meet him in a cafe or in a public place" Soraya murmured, changing her position to sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"I have to go to his house. Yes ... This is much more appropriate because that way I can see firsthand how the condition of his family." Soraya nodded her head several times after being convinced of her decision.
"But where's the house? There's no way if I ask Bea. For sure he'll come with me and he might prevent me from going there" he muttered with his eyes moved left and right looking for inspiration.
Soraya's eyes glued to the phone on the nightstand. He tried to remember who knew the address of Dirga's house, because vaguely remembered if he ever discussed this problem in the group chat warung dimly.
"Astrid!" It was the name of the queen bee that Soraya remembered, for she was the only one who carried out the reconnaissance mission perfectly, "I must ask the queen bee where Dirga's home address is," murmured Soraya while grabbing her advanced gadget.
Soraya had already made the call twice, but was not picked up by Astrid. Then, the beautiful widow did not run out of sense, she typed a message to be sent to Astrid because it was possible that her best friend was spending time with her children and grandchildren.
Soraya returned pensively after sending a message to Astrid. He was stringing up words to convey to Dirga before meeting later. This time Soraya must be able to control herself and still look elegant in front of her daughter's lover.
"What do I need to talk about when I'm dealing with him?" Soraya began to doubt the series of questions that she had compiled.
"I don't want to think about it now. Tomorrow when I get there I just think about it. I don't know exactly where his house is either." In the end Soraya chose to forget about it because she did not want too much of the burden of the mind.
The beautiful widow fell back on the bed. He opened a chat application on a sophisticated gadget that was in his hands and after that he opened a chat group to read unimportant messages that were discussed all day there. Photos of handsome men are scattered there and certainly not the sender Dena. Notification of the incoming message made Soraya return from the group. There was a message from Astrid. Dirga's full address was written there along with his mother's name.
He lives in the European village of dead-end gangs. It is located at the end of South Jakarta. Her mother's name is Astuti, a massage masseuse.
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