Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 100: Let's go missing

“Tell me that you still love me, Fro. You don't love her, do you?” ask Firstan.

“You're not pregnant with her child, are you?”

Frolline fell silent. His lips were tightly locked. Iba greeted upon seeing the unusual sighting of Firstan. The young man was sitting limp as if he had lost the spirit of life. Squeezing as well as pulling his short hair, venting the pain in the heart that suddenly attacked uncompromisingly.

“I'm sorry, First. You certainly know how all this time I ..”

“I know,” cut Instant.

“I know clearly you don't love him, but force together because of commitment,” Firstan continued, his attitude is a little more calm.

Sighing in a rough breath, Firstan raised his gaze. Sending a plea through his pensive gaze.

“As I used to when I married Angella, you waited for me and were willing to accept our baby. Right now I offer you the same thing ...” The sentence was interrupted, Firstan got up from his seat, walking over.

“If you are pregnant, I will accept your baby. Let us realize our dreams that were delayed,” said Firstan gently.

“You still keep me in your heart, only you don't want to show it blatantly.” Firstan said with complete confidence. Stretched out his hand while kneeling in front of the Frolline.

“Let's make what our dream is, Fro. We disappear from all,” invite Firstan.

Frolline's eyes are heating up. Reminded of his dreams, his childhood dreams. The two clear liquids flowed slowly. Down wet his cheeks.

“I can't ... First. From the beginning I decided to marry her, I buried deep in all my dreams. Maybe I don't love him, but the fact is he's my husband,” Frolline refused.

“For what to endure if not love,” persuade Firstan.

The cry of Frolline grew. Sobbing to see a handsome face that later did not adorn his life anymore. The instant disappeared slowly as time passed.

“Same as I waited while you married Brother Angell. I persevere waiting for you in an invisible place.” Frolline says.

“Now I survive in the same place, but for others, not for you, First.”

Firstan was stunned to hear the words that Frolline had just spoken. Still unsure of what his sense of hearing had just captured.

“Are you not wrong, Fro?” ask Firstan.

Frolline shook her head. “I may not be able to love her with taste, but I can still love her with logic. Indeed my heart is unfaithful to him, secretly hiding another man. However, at least I am still faithful to our marriage commitment.”

Firstan shook his head loudly, not believing what was said from the lips of the woman he loved.

“Forget me. I don't have anything else I can give you. I may still love you, but I choose to be loyal to the man who sacrificed so much for me. And that, Ditya Halim Hadinata,” said Frolline tearfully.

“I chose to stay with my household,” firmly Frolline.

Instant laugh. “This is not Frolline Gunawan.”

“Yes, since making a sacred promise with him, I am no longer Frolline Gunawan. Now I am Lady Ditya Halim Hadinata.”

Frolline circulated her gaze, sweeping the corner of the room in search of the key child that Firman threw recklessly. He could smile when he saw what he was looking for lying on the floor not too far from where he was standing.

Hurriedly picking up and running open the room door, Frolline took the opportunity where Firstan was still lamenting his fate. But the relief of Frolline did not last long. As the door opened, Ditya stood in the doorway with a horrifying look. Both hands clenched, jaw lines hardened. Veins stood out with whitened books on their fists.

“Koko ...” says Frolline, terrified. Dita's facing in front of the door. Silence with an aura of anger.

“Koko, I can explain.” Frolline tried to grab her husband's hand.

“MATT!” yelled Ditya blaring. Choosing to ignore all explanations.

“Ditya? When did you come?” marisa's still asking with an apron attached to her.

Marisa's view turned on Frolline. “Loh, you haven't come home yet, Fro?” tanyanya.

“MATT! Take my wife to the car. I have to make a calculation with my nephew first,” Ditya orders, prepare to step into the room.

“Coko, don't do this,” pinta Frolline, trying to calm down. Grabbing Ditya's wrist, trying to hold her husband in. Do not want a fight between the two men who are both emotionally stricken. He was filled with anger and Firstan with his hurt feelings.

“Ko, we go home now, yes,” persuaded Frolline, clutching Ditya's arm after the hand was thrown by her husband.

“MATT!” The assistant who was standing not too far away looked awkward when asked to drag the madam.

Of course he did not dare. Rules from where? Let alone dragging, not even Matt dared to touch Frolline. Especially when he saw Frolline hugging tightly around Ditya's waist with a frightened face. Her mistress was restraining Ditya from stepping into the room.

“Sorry Boss, how should I drag him. Madam clings so tightly to you.” Matt throws excuses.

“Ko, don't fight anymore. Nothing happened with us,” explains Frolline.

“Please Fro!” ditya's orders again unraveled the entanglement of the hand that locked his stomach.

“I don't want to, Ko. Let's go home now. Koko can scold me to the fullest, but do not fight, yes,” persuaded Frolline, immersing herself in the chest of her husband's field.

The commotion at the door of the room, not the slightest bit made Firstan move. Surprised by Frolline's reply. The man is still shaken. Even as Marisa dragged him out, Firstan did not react to anything.

“Detach, Fro. I have to teach him a lesson.” Ditya took off his wife's rough hand. So quickly, Ditya put his fist right in the jaw of Firstan who was about to exit the room.

Unsurprisingly, Firstan who was still in shock, did not give a fight. Falling down as Ditya's crushing punch lodged in her handsome face.

“Ditya! That's niece. Please do not use violence!” reprimand Marisa. Hurriedly helping his beloved son stand up.

“He should be taught a lesson, Brother. Let's be clear where it is. How to behave,” explained Ditya with fiery.

“Ya, but no need to hit,” nagging Marisa.

“That's so he knows where it is. So that he realized who had challenged!”

“Ko, already,” persuade Frolline.

“I don't want to be finished. If you have not taken his life,” said Ditya is still controlled by anger, turning to look at his wife with a terrible highlight.

“DIT! Don'tcrazy. Conscious!” shouted Marisa.

Ditya will hit his nephew again. He could no longer resist the fused jealousy and wrath. Lessons on Firstan and Frolline. At least after this, his wife would not dare to mess around.

“Come here! Don't you dare cheat behind my back. If you dare, let's fight me. We fight until one of us dies!” Ditya was already going to block the collar of Firstan's shirt, but Frolline had already held him back with a friendly hug.

“Ko, don't do this. I'm sorry .. I promise I won't visit mami again after this,” Refuse Frolline.

“I will obey you, no longer argue. Let's go home, yeah.” Frolline put a kiss on Ditya's cheek, so sweet.

There was no reaction. Ditya's breathing was still rumbling, her eyes were still blushing. After being unsuccessful with a kiss on the cheek, the tiptoed Frolline swept over Ditya's lips, silencing the man in a sweeter way.

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TB