Socialites
Mother and Child Talk
A black luxury car driven by Soraya's private driver, continues to drive in the middle of the city's crowded streets. Soraya's eyes could not be separated from the figure of a man who was riding a motorbike butut casually, a few meters in front of his car. The man seemed to not care, even though the hot weather was sweeping the city. By wearing a black open face helmet, Dirga again drove his old motorbike through the city crowd.
"Don't let the man get away, sir. Keep following him wherever he goes!" order Soraya while pointing forward, at the man who was stopping his motorbike while at the crossroads of red lights.
"Okay, ma'am," the driver replied politely.
Soraya was so curious as to where the sweet man was going, that she finally found the answer to her curiosity. Dirga's butut motorbike entered the page of a bookstore in the city center. From afar, Soraya saw the man enter the store. The beautiful widow became worried, either following or waiting in the car. However, before long, he saw that Dirga had returned to ride his bike.
"Oh, it turns out that he has come out," Soraya murmured undoing her intentions. He told the driver to follow the man again. The middle-aged man with gray hair had also complied.
A few moments on the journey. The curiosity in Soraya's heart grew when she saw Dirga driving her motorcycle into the gates of the elite housing estate where she lived. Soraya hopes that what is in her estimation is wrong, and Dirga is not her daughter's lover. However, Soraya's mind grew increasingly uneasy. The forty-five-year-old was increasingly restless, as the motorbike Dirga was driving began to enter the block that was where she lived.
"He stopped in front of your residence, Madam," said the driver, who stopped the car a few meters from where Dirga was.
Soraya did not respond to the remarks of her personal driver. His eyes were seriously fixed forward. Instantly, the widow's palm from the Spanish businessman became sweaty when he saw Beatrice come out and seemed to welcome the man who did not take off his helmet.
Beatrice seemed to receive a book from the man earlier with a grim face. Soraya had not seen the princess just his wayang laugh as much as what he was witnessing. "Oh, jeez. What the fuck?" murmured Soraya while brushing her hair from her forehead. For a while he was in the car, until the motorist passed and Beatrice came back in.
Soraya scrunched the base of her pointed nose. Perfect form and he got by spending a few dollars, while still being the wife of Francesco Rojas. "Come in, sir," Soraya said to the driver who immediately nodded. The man returned to drive until entering the courtyard of a magnificent house with the dominance of white.
Without waiting for the driver to open the car door, Soraya rushed out of the vehicle. He held up his branded bag in a hasty-looking step, entering a luxurious residence inhabited only by himself and Beatrice. There were also about three servants with their respective duties.
"Where's Bea?" ask her to the young girl who just opened the door for her.
"Non Bea's in his room, ma'am. I just made him a snack. He said he ...."
Soraya paid no heed to the speech of the young girl who was one of the servants in her residence. He hurried to continue his steps towards the second floor. As if not afraid of falling and dislocating, Soraya can still move agilely with ankle strap heels 7 cm that makes her legs look more level. Soraya's goal at that time was none other than the princess's room.
"Bea," called out to him while knocking on the door.
No need to wait too long, the door of the white room was open. Beatrice's sweet face appeared behind it. The girl looked at the mother strangely. "Mama? Tumben's home. Didn't Mama come home late today?" Beatrice tilted her head while holding onto the door leaf. His body is hidden behind that.
"Yes, suddenly the wind whispered something and brought Mama home sooner" Soraya said with great authority in front of her daughter. "Mama can come in. We have to talk" he said, lifting his chin elegantly.
"What's up, Ma?" ask the brunette girl with her style who always looks sweet and also girly. During this time, Beatrice always looked neat and elegant, wearing the latest models of dress which of course without leaving the impression of a young person in her.
"OKAY. Let's talk about your request yesterday" Soraya started the conversation. He sat down at the end of Beatrice's bed, crossing his legs. Beatrice chose to sit on her desk chair.
"So, who's that young man?" ask Soraya who started taking her daughter's request seriously yesterday.
"She's my girlfriend" Beatrice replied calmly.
"He's got a name?" Soraya raised next to her black and beautifully shaped eyebrows, looking very neat.
"His name is Dirga Aditya. He was twenty-five years old. She had a sister who had just entered Junior High, and her mother was a widow. Just like Mama," explained Beatrice straightforwardly.
"Oh, and he's a barista riding an old motorcycle" Soraya said, standing up from her seat. He walked over to his only puppet princess, who was still calm while moving the swivel chair he was sitting on.
"Then, what's the problem? Dirga good man," the brunette replied looking at the mother.
"It's not enough, Bea. Think rationally, honey. Do not be blinded by love," Soraya rebuked firmly while folding both her hands on her chest.
"It's because I think so rationally. I need someone like Dirga. That's the truth" Beatrice argued, still looking calm.
"Yes and you will catch a cold if you go to and fro on a motorcycle. Come, Bea. Mama wants the best for you" Soraya said.
"In what way?" Beatrice stood in front of her mother. "Have you always felt like you were a good mom to me? In fact Mama would rather spend time outside than make me an omelet" protested the twenty-two-year-old girl. The strands that have been quiet all this time, it feels like he wants to get out immediately.
"Come, Bea. We're not discussing that issue. We're talking about the man you want to make a husband with. Frankly, if you are not sure about the man. He's too ordinary for you, honey."
What will happen between the mother and the child? look forward to the answer in the next chapter.
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