Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapters 10. A Step Forward

Frolline was still staring at the large basket filled with dolls in her hands. After making sure the car disappeared behind the gate, he went back in.

“Word foot!” said Frolline slowly. Recalling Ditya's behavior who suddenly hugged her.

“Fro, why is he hugging you?” ask Firstan. Suddenly, the young man had already appeared near the entrance with a hostile face. Jealousy was evident in his eyes.

“Cute with me!” bring him. Grabbing Frolline's hand and taking the girl to talk in the back garden. Firstan deliberately brought out through the side door, not passing through the group of parents who were chatting in the living room.

Angella who had a glance at her husband and sister, did not care. He was used to this view. Almost at every family gathering, Firstan and Frolline would steal the chance to chat together behind him.

“You didn't forget our promise, did you?” tanya Firmstan ensure. Staring at the beautiful face of Frolline who until now is still her lover.

“What-what, First. I have nothing to do with your Om. He just gave me this,” Frolline said, lifting a wicker basket filled with dolls in front of Instant.

“Why is he hugging you?” ask Firstan again. He was really upset to see Ditya hugging Frolline.

“I don't know, just ask her,” Frolline said with her rest. The girl looks ordinary.

“What did he say to you, Fro?” Question after question slid out of the lips of Firman. Need answers and certainty. Since her marriage to Angella, her trust in Frolline has declined. At least the girl is close to the man, he will immediately interrogate.

“Why are you so chatty, First. I have nothing to do with him. No taste at all,” grumbled Frolline, back in contention with Firstan.

“Fro, you remember our promise, right?” ask Firstan again.

“Yes, I remember. While you take care of your baby. Why do you often fight, first. You're alone with Brother Angell, I never protested,” grumbled Frolline.

“That's different, Fro.” The Republic is back in self-defense. As usual, he was not to blame.

“Already. I don't want to fight. I'm sleepy, want to go home,” said Frolline, put his foot back into the house. But, just getting up, Firstan had already pulled his hand back.

“I still love you just like I used to, Fro,” whispered, hugging tightly Frolline from behind.

“Never cheat on me,” whispered Firstan back.

“You cheated on me, First. Remember that! Don't twist the facts,” said Frolline annoyed.

“Already. I'm going home. I am sleepy, First,” said Frolline, taking off the windings of Firstan's hand that hugged her waist.

***

A week passed, nothing special. The daily life of Frolline is only spent with sightseeing, to the mall, shopping and watching. There was not a single useful thing that the spoiled girl did.

After finishing college and earning his bachelor's degree, Frolline did spend some time having fun. Actually, Gunawan, Frolline's father has asked his daughter to join the company. Helping him and his brother who had already jumped into their company.

There is always a reason Frolline prefers to spend his time cooking and decorating the house. Career woman is not her dream, taking care of the company is not her goal. There was not the slightest bit of envy when he saw Angella, her brother in a work suit appeared graceful and high heel, branded handbags occupied the second highest position in their company.

If I can be honest, he is more envious of his mother who is smart to process all types of food. From the main menu to the cover, from market snacks to cake-cakes with a beautiful look extraordinary.

Today, once finished helping his mother cook, Frolline is ready to go for a walk, just culinary or stop by the bookstore to find the latest recipe books, adding to the collection on his bookshelf.

“Ma, I'm leaving now,” Frolline. The girl had already grabbed her car keys. Run out carrying his bag. With her hair in the original pigtail and casual makeup, Frolline rushed towards the car.

“Fro, don't come home too late. Mama doesn't want to hear your papa scolding!” yelled his mother from inside the house. Whether the girl heard or not. Frolline was overzealous and enjoyed his freedom.

I have made plans to spend the whole day. From the streets in the city center, after that he will explore the contents of a bookstore in a mall.

Just now he started the car engine, heard the ringing of a mobile phone from inside the bag. The look on her face turned irritated at the appearance of the name Firstan on her phone screen.

“Yes, what's up, First?” ask with ketus. Lately, he was often annoyed with this man. The more the day the more chatty. No day without watching his activities, constantly checking his whereabouts.

“We had lunch together today,” said Instant, short, solid and clear.

“Next time!” reject Fro, not lose in short. Not that he did not know, the lunch request was just Firstan's wits to keep an eye on his whereabouts. Since getting married, Firstan always uses various ways to ensure that Frolline does not cheat behind her.

“I'll be waiting for you! Later I send you the address,” said Firstan, not giving chances Frolline denied.

“Always so!” grunts Frolline annoyed, immediately drove his car through the streets of the capital.

***

The time has shown at 17:00 pm, when the Mini Cooper owned by Frolline entered his yard. Following behind him a black Pajero Sport breezed into the yard of a two-story house with a minimalist concept.

The look on Frolline's face was unfriendly. How not. He did not fulfill the request of Firstan who invited him to lunch together today. And the impact of the man contacted him many times, even now Firstan is following him to the house.

“Fro!” call Firstan, following his lover who breezed in by carrying a grocery bag containing books he had just bought.

“Fro!”

Firstan shouted back, rushing after entering the house which happened to be wide open door.

“Fro, we have to talk,” said Firstan, grabbing the hand of Frolline frozen in place of her standing.

“Fro ...." Floating Instant sentence. The man froze, standing beside Frolline. They both looked in the same direction.

“You from anywhere, Fro?” ask Gunawan. His tone was a little louder than usual, staring at his daughter and daughter-in-law in turns.

Frolline did not reply, her gaze fixed on the other figure accompanying her papa. A handsome man who a week ago hugged her for no reason.

“Ditya ..”.

Frolline greets. I don't know how the man got to his house. Didn't they never exchange news, never exchange mobile numbers let alone home addresses. However, how Ditya can know many things.

In fact, currently Ditya is sitting casually on the sofa of his house, entertained directly by his father.

“Good afternoon, Fro,” greet Ditya, smile. The view turns to Firstan, the nephew.

“So-afternoon,” Frolline said, still unsure of her vision.

“How did you get here, Ditya?” ask Frolline. Hurry up to the man sitting by his papa side.

“Call him, Om. Don't be disrespectful like this, Fro.” Gunawan reminded his daughter.

“Papa, he's too young. Om it's for an old man with a distended stomach and almost glossy smooth bald hair,” says Frolline, smile.

“Fro, you insinuate Papa!” gunawan's nagging, the traits his daughter mentioned led to his form.

“Ah, I'm kidding, Pa,” said Frolline, hugging her papa while laughing.

Ditya who witnessed the scene before her smiled as well. Then, he turned his eyes to the nephew

The smile turned cynical, while insinuating. “You didn't say hello to your Om, First.”

Firstan stepped in. “You what Om to here?” tanyanya cynic.

“Which obviously has nothing to do with you. I have business with Mr. Gunawan,” explained Ditya.

Smiling satisfied as it felt above the wind. Not that Ditya did not know, since his nephew was married to Angella, Gunawan did not like the closeness of Firstan and Frolline.

“Fro, this is for you.”

***

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