The Pearl living drama
Concerts

The sound of music echoed into the air, the audience was spoiled by the sound of a very melodious singer, the concert titled fifty-one year royal love special was held specifically for the personal work of famous musician Ahmad Dhani. He has created hundreds of works that adorn the belantika of Indonesian music. He has also worked with Indonesian pop artists.

Mutia was the first time to watch a concert, all this time she was just struggling at the study table up to the work desk. Mutia was persistent in studying for a scholarship and has now successfully worked at the largest garment company in Jakarta.

Supposedly tonight he took Dirga with him to enjoy the music by Ahmad Dhani, because Dirga really likes his songs.

Dirga reasoned out of the city with his parents, Mutia had invited Lala to accompany him, again the ticket was rejected, Lala reasoned that he was not feeling well, it was a pity that the ticket he bought at a fantastic price no one had.

The music flow increasingly makes people start to sway, even the music lovers began to hum, Mutia's body so swayed to the rhythm of the music, the music, his hands waved to the right and to the left like the rest of the audience. Mutia's eyes could not be seen in awe of Ahmad Dhani's figure on the stage, his gaze moved to look at the audience who suddenly voiced discordant but reckless singing made Muti grinned bitterly.

Mutia looked back at the singer who was duet with Lesti Kejora. For some reason Mutia's gaze surfed to the right where the audience spoke louder, Mutia caught the figure of a man who held a woman's affection.

“Dirga.”

The person who claimed to be out of town was even in the middle of a sea of humans nearby. Mutia's mouth was already chanting as both hands clenched in annoyance, Mutia broke through the people to approach Dirga.

But, his steps came to a halt when he saw the woman in his embrace was Lala, his office friend and boarding house. The woman who betrothed him to Dirga, the woman he had considered his best friend all along.

Mutia's eyes instantly heated up as her heart ached like thousands of piercing needles, Dirga kissed Lala's friendly lips even they did not care if they did it in public, Mutia could no longer step foot to get close to them, mutia turned around to leave the concert.

How can they be in the same place even mutually****** lips, since when they are related behind it, there is no way they are not in love, it is impossible that they are not in love, what else they both have dared to make out like before.

Along the way home Mutia continued to cry, many times the taxi driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. Mutia felt hurt, like she was torn because she was betrayed by her lover and friend.

“Pak, I'm down here,” Mutia said as she pleased.

“But, Neng's destination is still a long way off, right?” The driver reduced the speed of his car and stopped on the left lane.

“It's okay, Sir. I want to get wind first.” Mutia looked at the argo stamped on the dashboard of the car with a sob.

“But, Neng. This road is deserted, loh. Danger, right.”

“It's okay, Sir. This park has its security, it's in the corner there.” Mutia pointed towards the post, there was security and some street vendors who were still selling in the park area not far from his boarding house.

Mutia gave two hundred thousand pieces. “His return is for you,” said Mutia who then got out of the taxi.

“Thank you, Neng.”

Mutia walked closer to the swing and began to sit while swinging, while the taxi driver actually went to security at the four designated Mutia earlier.

“Pak, sorry. Please tuck the girl.” Show the taxi driver to Mutia. “She was my passenger just now, it looks like she had a breakup, I worry she has bad intentions there.”

“That is father suicide?”

“Ya, just maybe, right?”

“But I'm sure he's human? View clock shows twelve o'clock at night.”

While the person he was talking about was actually crying and mourning his love story, his eyes were swollen because they were crying for too long. Her phone gets a call from Maria, the name on her smartphone, Mutia swiped the green button.

“Halo!” The voice across there managed to break through Mutia's eardrum.

“Yes, Mother.”

“Where are you? Mother came to your boarding house. But, you don't exist.”

“Sorry, Mother. Mutia overtime.”

“Good, don't forget to send the money to your father for treatment.”

“Iya, Mother.”

“Tomorrow the day after you go home, your father's company will celebrate your birthday and they invite one of our families. Dandan neat to the salon if necessary, the face of your cat is please tidy do not make your father ashamed, remember you are a woman what else your round body is like a pig.”

“Iya, Mother.” Call cut off from Maria. Mutia took a breath and threw it away violently, her stepmother always insulted her.

Mutia finally chose to return to her boarding house, she walked through the security that had been watching her from afar.

A sports motorbike parked in the boarding yard, the black motorbike belonged to Dirga. Mutia's heart ached when she remembered Dirga and Lala kissing each other at the concert, her eyes began to heat up again wanting to feel like she slapped the two people. Mutia immediately went inside and saw them talking between the steps.

“Loh, it's Mutia,” said Lala.

“Honey, where are you from? I've been waiting for you since.”

[Darling! Since then! Your hump. Since when, two hours ago I saw you guys making out] Mutia's heart was blabbering in annoyance.

“I brought you your favorite bread, sorry I can't watch a concert with you,” said Dirga carrying Mutia sitting in the living room while Lala climbed upstairs. “Where are you from? Why eyes? Out of crying?”

“I'm from home.” Lying Mutia. “It's okay, there's a problem with my family.”

“Really?” Mutia nodded. “Alright then you rest, I am also tired of going home, tomorrow I will come back again, okay!”

Mutia was lazy to argue tonight. Even if he rages must be tired heart and his body will make him lose, he will try to find the right time to fight the two jerks.

“Ya, go home.” Mutia stood up and left Dirga confused to see Mutia being too indifferent to her.

“Hey, baby! Is there no hug as usual?”

“Sorry Dirga, I sweat and smell, you will catch the virus,” Mutia said stopping in the middle of the stairs and continuing her steps up.

Dirga felt disappointed, not usually his earthquake girlfriend ignored him. “What's with him? Weird.” Dirga who was staring at Mutia disappeared from her sight.