I opened my eyes slowly. The spot next to me on the bed was empty. I shifted to put my back on the bed, yawned, and then pushed my body into sitting position. My nightgown was too thin, without the blanket, my body was shivered. I reached the remote controller on the nightstand next to me and increase the AC temperature. I took the silk robe from the couch and put it on. Then I pulled the belt and fastened it around my waist.
Yawning again, I entered the walk-in closet and turned the light on. The closet was as huge and wide as the bedroom was. My clothes and my husband’s were neatly put on their places. After choosing the clothes and accessories to be wore today, I got into the adjoined bathroom.
An hour later, I was done with my clothes, makeup, and hairdo. My breakfast was ready on the dining table. Yuyun, one of the house cleaners in our house, was serving me. She filled in my plate or my glass every time I ran out of food or drink. We just talked as little as I could.
After breakfast, I was in the room that built special for me. There was a set of couch surrounding a carved coffee table in the middle of the room. Bookshelf was in the right side. The thing that I loved the most was the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Sun would get in through the windows to warm the room. In the evening, the room would get cooler.
If I was in the room, no one would disturb me, not even my husband. I spent my time in this room to write. I owned a blog. I wrote about many things, fashion trends, culinary, interior design, and also the tourism sites where I had ever been. At the moment, I was writing a fiction and my faithful readers gave their positive support and encouragement. I was on the last chapter for the first fiction I had ever written.
Minutes before lunch break, I stopped my writing. I quickly grabbed my purse, then half-ran to the garage. With the key in my hand, I unlocked my Audi. The garage door automatically opened. I drove the car out of the garage to front gate. In an hour, I arrived at a parking lot in one of restaurants.
A tall friendly man opened the door for me. Another man walked me to the table where my friends had been waiting. The three of them stood up when the saw me coming. After we hugged and kissed each other, we sat and ordered our food. Qiana and Lindsey were not eating a lot since they were on diet. Darla and I were never cared about our weight.
These three women I met for the first time was about five years ago. It was when I paid the clothes I bought with my credit card in a boutique. With the same card, I was intending to pay shoes and bag in another one. But I realized that I held a different card. It was not mine.
I went back to the last store. After they were looking for my credit card, they could not find it. I was getting panic. A woman stood behind me, offered her help to accompany me to ask the information staff. Still, no one complained that his or her card was accidentally switched.
The woman named Lindsey cherished me and suggested that I needed to call the bank so that my credit card could not be used by someone else. When we were walking away, two women came. One of them looked like she just got a panic attack. She complained the same thing. I showed her the credit card I held and smiled relieved seeing the card she showed me.
That was the first time we, four people who did not know each other, introduced ourselves to each other. We had lunch and laughed together about the incident. Then we gave our phone number. We were best friends since then. The age gap meant nothing for us.
The three of them were the only friends I had. I stopped any relationship with my old friends for I was tired listening to their questions why I decided to marry Hendra. They also kept on persuading me to be back with Aldo and gave him one more chance.
I fought back every word they said since I did not want to disgrace my family or ruin my reputation by breaking my promise toward Hendra and his family. All of my friends were Aldo’s, too. I did understand why they were doing it. And I was sorry to end up everything with them because I had to.
The waiter left after she wrote down our order. The first conversation was about us. Then we talked about the charity that we supported. When the food was served, we ate in silence or talked as little as possible. One of the high-class-women’s etiquette we never crossed accidentally.
After we finished eating and the waiter took away all of our plates and glasses, they served soft drink and dessert. The conversation about family had started. Qiana told us about his son who was accepted in the best campus in Yogyakarta. For many times, she talked proudly about her daughter who got the first rank at school. Her husband was trying to get to legislative seat again in the election this year. They spent lots of money for the last election. However, it did not stop them to try again.
Darla told us about her daughter wedding preparation with one of young billionaire in our city. She was so proud when she mentioned the famous wedding gown designer who designed the gown for her daughter. The reception would be held in Bali and we said wow in awe. There would lots of money to be spent for that wedding. But it seemed they did not mind.
Lindsey cheerfully told us about her son who would graduate soon from one of famous campus in US. She and her husband would attend the ceremony. And they were also going to visit their daughter-in-law to-be and her family. She was American. We saw her picture already. A young beautiful woman with dark brown hair and gray eyes. Their wedding would be held in the middle of next year. They were discussing about where the wedding should be held, Indonesia or America.
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