Socialites
Dusk In The Village of Europe.

"So how? Do you know where the European Village is?" soraya asked after Alpianto got into the car. The private driver who had been working at Soraya's place had just opened the door so that he could enter immediately.

"Already, Madam," replied Alpianto glancing at the employer. Shortly after, he got in and started the engine. The luxury sedan finally drove up gracefully leaving the courtyard of Soraya's stately home. Alpianto directed the vehicle to the road that had been shown by one of his fellow drivers. However, Alpianto's colleague was not a private driver, but an angkot driver.

The orange silhouette that unfolds on the western horizon, a sign that the king of rays will soon return to the contest. After last night thought carefully about the plan to meet Dirga. In the end, Soraya goes to the address Astrid gave her with her personal chauffeur. The beautiful widow looks nervous because she does not know how to meet the man who is predicted to be her future daughter-in-law. All the questions that have been compiled since last night seem to be just wishful thinking. However, Soraya is a highly educated woman. He knows how to carry himself.

"Are you sure this is a European village?" ask Soraya doubtfully. He had to make sure that Alpianto's friend did not give him a fake address. If that happens, Soraya could go there and find Dirga's address.

"Related, Mistress. This is the European village that Madam means. According to the instructions of my friend Rozi. He was a boarding boy. It can't be lying. He knew that lying was a sin. If sin goes to hell" said Alpianto at length.

"I know that" said Soraya, taking a slow breath. "Then, which one is Buntu Gang? It seems like there are three alleyways," Soraya thought.

"The Buntu Gang at the end of that which has a grocery store, Madam," explained Alpianto as he pointed towards the front. He drove the vehicle slowly, especially the road there is not too good. There are lots of holes everywhere.

"Gosh, the road is very gini," lamented Soraya who was uncomfortable with the path they were going through.

"It looks like it's flood-prone here, ma'am. That's why the road is so ugly" thought Alpianto again who is still focused on the speed of the car. Moreover, their trip must be disrupted by the children who play badminton by using plastic plates as a substitute for rackets. "Hey, Deck! Don't play on the street," Alpianto scolded from inside the car. However, his reprimand was not responded by the two abege princess who was playing earlier.

Soraya is starting to look increasingly uncomfortable. Not only because of the condition of the road, but also because through one more alley he will arrive at his destination. The feeling of the widow of one child was increasingly unfazed, after the car driven by Alpianto had passed the second alley. From inside the vehicle, Soraya observed every house in the area. "Why stop?" ask Soraya.

"We have arrived, Madam," said Alpianto as he looked back, where Soraya was. The beautiful forty-five-year-old woman was tidying up her makeup and beautiful well-groomed hair.

Soraya's sedan car stopped in front of an alley into Dirga's house. After the driver opened the door for her, the beautiful widow came down. Before arcing the leg level wrapped in ankle strap heels, Soraya first observed the situation around. He also clucked softly while brushing some of the hair that fell on the forehead. "Mas Al, please ask where Dirga's son Astuti's house is" he ordered the driver.

"Alright, Madam," said the man from Central Java. He looked around, hoping someone would show up. Not long after, from inside the alley appeared a woman with long hair draped in ombre color. He was wearing jeans combined with a pink press body shirt top. The woman also wears a five-centimeter right slipper. "Mom," said Alpianto politely.

The woman who was none other than mak Ijem, immediately turned his head. Seeing the neat and dapper look of Alpianto even though only a private driver, instantly the young soul of mak Ijem was immediately awakened. The woman with the pink rose lipstick immediately smiled. Alpianto immediately kept his distance. He even had time to think that mak Ijem was a transvestite. "What's up, Mom?" the half-century old woman.

"I would like to ask about the residence of Dirga his son, Astuti. Do you know?" asked Alpianto who started to feel the horror tremors in his heart.

"Oh, Dirga. Of course you know. Who does not know the same cover boy here," replied mak Ijem while glancing his eyes are decorated with wind-repellent eyelashes. "Astuti's mother's house is next to my house, only blocked by two houses" explained mak Ijem.

"Oh, but I don't know where Mother's house is either" Alpianto responded.

"Oh, just call me mbak. I feel so old when I am called 'mom'. People here also used to call me 'sister'. I do not mind mbak or brother, as long as not mother," said the middle-aged woman, making Soraya feel bored because it was too long waiting.

In the end, Soraya stepped near the two of them. "How about, Mas Al?" tanyakanya.

"I ask the others, Madam," replied Alpianto. He intends to head to Ida's mpok-owned store. However, Mak Ijem immediately prevented it.

"I've already told you where the house is. Astuti's mother's house used to sell vegetables at the market and a massage masseuse was near my house. My house was in the fifth row, the paint was purple. Well, next to my house it is the house of the Goddess ma'am. She is also a widow, her husband used to wander to Kalimantan but did not return home. Near Dewi's house, there's Rose's house. She's fierce, has herder's advice, but she's not married." Mak Ijem again continued his unfaithful chat.

Dizzy with the explanation of the strange woman before him, Alpianto finally decided to ask some residents who happened to pass by. They continued to pay attention to Soraya who looked very much different from most residents there. Perhaps they were curious about the woman standing not far from the luxury car parked on the side of the road.

Mak Ijem who was disappointed because Alpianto asked others, just passed from there with a grumble. Just then he walked towards the shop that sold poultry feed.

"Yes, please. Stay on stand by mobile, maybe I call you suddenly, and remember well that I will not linger here," Soraya said firmly.

"Good Mistress. Excuse me first," said Alpianto before passing from before his employer.

Heavy breathing sounds there. Soraya then walked into the alley despite having to be very careful because of the uneven contours of the road and also there were some small stones. The widow of one child noticed the state of the house where her daughter's lover lived, before she decided to enter. There is a butut motorbike parked in front of the terrace of the house, with a size not how wide it is. Soraya knew very well if it was a motorcycle that had been used by Dirga to drive his daughter home that night.

"Yes, I don't think I'm at home wrong" Soraya murmured before stepping onto the door.

The beautiful widow stepped up with a gurgle. She looked very dignified and graceful that afternoon. Before getting the perfect appearance like this, Soraya spent approximately two hours preparing.

"Excuse me, Assalamualaikum," Soraya exclaimed in a loud voice.

"Getishalight." A woman's voice came from inside the house. Not long after, a middle-aged woman wearing an instant hijab with a red batik negligee immediately opened the door. He was stunned for a moment, as he looked at the foreign figure before him.

"Sorry, Mom. I paid off my debt and interest earlier this month. I have no intention to take a loan first, even though I need capital," said Astuti suddenly, without asking first.

"Sorry, I'm here to meet Dirga," Soraya said as she knitted her eyebrows.

"The Dirga? Oh, who are you, huh?" ask the widow of the two children.

"I'm Soraya Rojas, mother of Beatrice," Soraya replied again showing discomfort.

"Oh, please come in, ma'am," said Astuti in a gentle and polite manner.

Soraya smiled faintly. After that, he followed Astuti's steps into the room of the house. For a moment, he stood in the living room while circulating his gaze to observe whatever was in the room.

"Please sit down, ma'am," Astuti said again, "sorry the house is a mess" said the woman felt bad. He knew that the woman sitting opposite him was not a random person.

"I'm sorry if my arrival is troublesome and disturbs the mother of the family, " Soraya said opening the conversation. "As I said earlier that my purpose for coming here was to meet Dirga. Is he home?" ask Soraya without further ado.

"Oh the Dirga." Astuti nodded slowly, "My son is inside, Mom. He was taking a bath" Astuti said in a very friendly manner. "Wait a minute yes, I call first," his reply as it passed to another part of the simple house. While Soraya only responded with a slow nod.

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