Socialites
Just a dream, though,
Soraya typed something on the phone screen. After that, he sent it to a private group filled only by himself and also the three best friends of fellow socialites. Not long after, the message he sent immediately got a response from all residents of Warung Remang-lit group. In the end, an agreement was reached, that they would meet later tonight at the club where the fourth ordinary unwind.
Soraya's intention, who had been about to stop by the jewelry store, had to be paused because he preferred to follow Dirga and ended up in a mild dispute with Beatrice. "Oh, what a wonderful life I have," lamented the beautiful and youthful widow. Without feeling, drowsiness came attacking, so Soraya was not able to maintain her consciousness. He finally fell asleep.
"Mi Amor (Love)," Francesco's heavy voice rang out clearly in Soraya's ears, making her instantly awake.
"Francesco's? Is that you, honey?" Soraya turned around until she found a handsome face of gallant pus, Francesco Rojas. Immediately, the forty-five-year-old woman burst into the arms of her husband. "Realmente te extrano (I miss you a lot)," he said, cupping a handsome face with a slightly thick beard, but still looking neat and well groomed. The touch of Soraya's hand, then moved on the brown curls of her husband. Wrap that hair gently and lovingly.
"Te extrano mucho manas (I miss you a lot more)," Francesco replied with a charming smile. The age of the man was no longer young. However, he still looks very gallant and certainly second to none in Soraya's eyes. "How's Bea doing?" ask the man again.
Soraya simply let out a heavy breath upon hearing the question. How his heart was hesitant to give an explanation to the husband who had been the occupant in his heart.
"I hope you'll be a good mother to our daughter" Francesco said, without taking his eyes off his beautiful wife. "It turns out, your beauty never changes. You still look seductive, Mi Amor," she said half-temptingly, making Soraya blush like a teenage girl who is first in love. "So, how?" ask Francesco again.
"What?" Soraya asked back.
"That's what I asked you. How's Bea doing?" Francesco repeated his question.
"That's what my mind is right now. Bea asked to be married immediately. While you know for yourself that she is still very young," Soraya lamented as she languished in the arms of her husband.
"How old is my child right now?" Francesco who was then embracing his wife's crazy body, turned to the beautiful woman for a moment.
"His age is twenty-two next June" Soraya replied, playing the husband's beard spoiled.
"Mmmm ...." Francesco responded to the answer given by Soraya.
"What is 'hmmmm?'. Are there no other words?" soraya's protest pinched her husband's cheek.
"How old were you when you married me? For a moment, I will remember first," Francesco frowned his brows, acting as if he was thinking of something.
"Come on. I admit that when I married you I was only twenty-three. I'm at least a year older than Bea" said Soraya, who seems to have understood the meaning of her husband's attitude.
"alright. What's the difference between twenty-two and twenty-three?" the tananya half muttered. "Will within one year, one's maturity and disposition be able to change drastically? You're even so spoiled for me, Mi Amor," Francesco said.
"What kind of man can make you feel confident?" ask Francesco.
"Of course a man like you," Soraya replied immediately.
"Yes, and I was thirteen years older when I married you. Look now. I made you a widow. You even have to take care of Bea alone" Francesco said as if reminding his wife.
"At least you're a lot more established" Soraya argued, not to be outdone.
"Hey, did you forget that I was nobody when I first married you, Mi Amor?" Francesco again refuted Soraya's remarks. "Eres mi diosa de la suerte (You are my goddess of fortune). We get everything together," the brunette asserted.
Soraya was silent for a while. It seemed that she was beginning to think of the words from her husband. It was again present in the memory of that beautiful woman, when she was twenty-three years old. Soraya who happened to get a scholarship to continue her education in the city of Madrid, Spain. At that time, he was accidentally acquainted with the figure of Francesco Rojas. A photography guy who always carries a camera wherever he goes, even to his workplace.
Francesco, who had seen Soraya a lot, often took pictures of her secretly. One day, the man finally ventured to greet the girl. From there they begin to grow a sense of love that ends in the guarantee.
The ringing tone of the phone that sounded loud enough, instantly resuscitated Soraya. He realized that the phone was on top of his face. Apparently, Soraya fell asleep while replying to messages with the stall residents.
"Dream only?" Soraya muttered after circulating her gaze and found no one in her room, "Frans, why just for a moment!" soraya complained because the beautiful widow still misses the Madrid-born man who became his soul mate all this time.
The sound of the ringing of the mobile phone again sounded to make all the daydreams about Francesco disappear just like that. The name 'Dena' was clearly visible on Soraya's advanced mobile screen, with which she immediately received a phone call from the non-virgin girl.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Yes, that question was the first thing Soraya said after receiving a phone call from her best friend.
"Hmmm. Later I stopped by your place," Soraya said after hearing Dena's request and after that, she disconnected her phone.
After putting her phone on the nightstand, the beautiful widow moved out of place. Soraya opened the door that was connected to the balcony of her room. He exited the room and stopped his steps near the balcony guardrail. Both of his hands tightly gripped the gold-colored iron fence.
"What should I do, Frans? I love our princess so much. I just want the best for Bea," Soraya murmured after recalling a beautiful dream that only came in an instant.
It looks beautiful on the horizon. The orange silhouette stretched there as the sun moved into the contest. Soraya was still at home there, pensive with all thoughts of Beatrice. The message her husband delivered through a dream made her feel worried. Of all these thoughts Soraya realized one thing in her life, "i'm not young anymore. It's time I set my daughter's future," she muttered in a soft voice.