Socialites
Red meet, red,

A sweet smile continues to grow from the lips of a beautiful woman who just entered the VVIP 03 room. That woman is none other than Dena. He leaned back after the newly opened door was tightly closed. Dena's right hand clasped her thumping chest. This moment with Alexandre, has made his face radiant and continues to blush like a teenager who just felt in love for the first time.

"So how's Den? Do you need a five-star hotel recommendation from me?" soraya asked without letting go of her best friend who was still staring at the door.

"Why did you get weird like this, Dena deck? Are you feeling an irregular heartbeat? Falling in love is what it feels like," Astrid continued, with a smile.

The face of the beautiful single instantly met red, after the gaze of his eyes collided with the two friends who were teasing him. Dena swung a step and immediately sat down on the sofa that was on Astrid's side.

"I feel short of breath," complained Dena involuntarily.

"Yes .. yes. It feels like that if you haven't done it in a long time. Hmmm it could be later tonight you can't sleep!" astrid said with a crisp laugh.

"Snakes are not the taste of the lips of a Caucasian man?" Soraya stared intensely at Dena. One of his eyebrows moved up and down after saying such a naughty thing.

"Easy! What the hell are you guys doing?" Dena threw her face the other way. For this time he felt misbehavior in front of Astrid and Soraya. The shadow of Alexandre's face had not disappeared from sight.

"Cie is wrong! Cie .. cie!" Astrid gets hot when she teases Dena. "Finally our best friend found his love. Wah Ay, we have to prepare the dress after this. There must be an invitation soon," Astrid continued again while glancing at Soraya who was sipping her drink.

"Hmmm .. I think I have to prepare a pretty interesting gift when attending his wedding later, Ms. As." Soraya replied to Astrid's thoughtful glance.

"You why the hell Ay? What you've seen just now isn't like what's in your shadow!" Dena tries to defend herself so that the two friends stop flirting, even though she actually feels like flying into nirvana. How not, all this time Dena never again close to any man after his failure for the umpteenth time. He did not care about his status which sometimes became a mockery of his three colleagues in the socialite gang. However, he suddenly knew the figure of Alexandre.

It never crossed the mind of a Dena, that she will again feel the purity that makes it ridiculous. Alexandre only gave a kiss. It was only one time, but somehow because it was very memorable for him.

"Then what is true?" Soraya crossed her hands in front of her chest.

"Me and Alex accidentally met and I was wrong ...." Dena stopped her speech because Astrid interrupted her just like that.

"Oh so his name is Alex. A good name and if you look at the name it looks like he's cool" said the woman who has some honey in her marriage.

"What the hell are you guys!" Dena again looks wrong and uncomfortable because of the babbling of her two friends. She was so embarrassed to remember that she was no longer young.

Not without reason Soraya and Astrid continue to tease the forty-five-year-old single. They are happy after a long time not seeing the radiant face of the single. During this time, Dena always acted cold whenever a man came near her. This time, however, Dena looked different. She kept blushing as Soraya and Astrid asked about who Alexandre really was. However, Dena did not have time to tell the story, Soraya's cellphone on the table rang.

"Yes, Bea. What's up?" ask Soraya after the call is connected. "Oh, my God, I forgot to leave you there alone. Just after coming from the toilet, Mama accidentally met a mama's jewelry customer. All right, wait up. Mama's there now" Soraya said before her call with Beatrice was interrupted.

"I have to get to Bea's place now. You guys have fun here." Soraya smoothed out her appearance before moving out of her seat.

"Why Bea?" astrid asked as she watched Soraya who was busy tidying up her hair.

The widow from Francesco swung a step towards the place where her daughter was. He had to act surprised after seeing Dirga there. Soraya does not want if the two lovebirds are too confident and think if he has given his blessing.

"Well, why is he here?" soraya asked after arriving at the place where Beatrice was. He looked at Dirga for a moment.

"Good night, ma'am," said Dirga as he stood up. He smiled kindly to the mother of his lover.

"What are you doing here? Why a coincidence?" Soraya did not understand.

However, the pretence of the beautiful woman did not apply to Dirga who had understood something. The twenty-five-year-old man again smiled at his friendly smile. "It's lucky I accompanied Bea here. She was alone ...."

"Already, already. Don't be a hero who merits you!" sela Soraya ketus while turning to Dirga for a moment. After that, he turned his attention to Beatrice. "Come, Honey. It's time we go home, "take the woman with a hand over her daughter.

Beatrice has not argued much. He had a glance at Dirga with a sweet smile, before passing from the presence of the man who had now brought back the feeling of love into his heart. Dirga returned Beatrice's sweet smile with a wink in her eyes, making the girl blush.

A soft breath slid from the sweet-talking man. He then saw the watch on his left wrist. It's time to go home. He didn't want Astuti to worry. The launch of a butut bike that has always been a loyal friend in every activity. Traffic on the streets of the capital is still fairly crowded, although not as crowded during the day.

While passing by an overpass, Dirga's attention was drawn to a middle-aged man standing near his car. The man looked agitated as he kept pacing next to the vehicle. Dirga also ventured to stop in front of him, but without going down and still turn on the motorbike. "Is there a problem, sir?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, Deck. My car broke down. Where it's been at this hour and I'm driving without a driver" replied the man with a neat look.

Doubtful, Dirga did not just believe it. However, if it is thought logically impossible if the man is a criminal, because the atmosphere of the streets are still fairly crowded. "Why don't you just call the tow truck service?" ask Dirga wonder.

"Already, Deck. However, I waited for it but it was a long time ago," the man replied while clucking in annoyance.

Dirga's heart was moved to help. Either there is a push from which makes him put aside all doubts and alertness, which has been holding him back from getting off the bike. Dirga shut off the engine. "May I check the car, sir?" tanyanya offers services.

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