Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 101: Come with me home

Ditya was stunned, enjoying the sensation of sweet lips that were sweeping her upper lips. It was not usual for Frolline to behave like this, let alone in front of a lot of people. Anger that had stopped, yawned for a moment. Vanished with the sweet treatment of the wife. So shocking, even the handsome man nearly lost his consciousness as the embrace of Frolline tightly locked onto his body.

Five minutes of silence. Ditya woke up and tried to unravel the entanglement of his wife's hand. Without commenting further, he shouted his assistant back.

“Matt, please take my wife to the car!” his orders. His voice sounded fierce, the wrath was greeting again.

“Ko, don't be angry again. I'm sorry. Don't fight with First.” Frolline's voice sounded clear, pleading with her husband's hand-picked shirt.

“Matt!” ditya repeated after finding his assistant did not come closer to evacuate his wife.

“Ko, don't fight. I beg you,” said Frolline began to pull out the last weapon in the form of tears flowing on both cheeks. Hoping that by seeing her sobs, Ditya's anger would subside.

“Coko is not fighting, but wants to take people's lives.” After waiting for Matt did not come closer, with Ditya himself who dragged his wife to the car.

Not piling up the pleading request, Ditya with wide strides led Frolline to the car parked in the yard. Han seemed to keep asking and astonished when he found the commotion that occurred between his two masters. The male master looked furious and the female master cried incessantly. A scene that never happened in the life of his master.

“Han! Car door lock. Until my wife comes out, finish your history!” threaten Ditya, point her index finger at Han. The driver nodded. Picking the faithful waiting in place, in front of the wheel without much protest.

“Koko, don't fight. I beg you,” cried Frolline, banging on the window glass that could not be opened. Still trying to prevent her husband with his last attempt.

“Han! Open the car door!” frolline's orders.

“Sorry, Mistress. I don't dare.” Han said slowly.

Ditya seemed to not care about the pounding on the windshield, tightly shut his hearing senses. Frolline could only stare at the back of her husband walking back inside the house, disappearing behind the main door, she said,

***

With a single check, Ditya was able to forcefully pull Firstan who was sitting weakly on the floor. Marisa who had been trying to persuade her son looked panicked when Ditya vented her anger back. Repeated what happened a few minutes ago.

Like a lost person, even Firstan does not fight and does not argue. Ready to take a hit willingly. There was nothing more painful for the young man than the rejection of Frolline a few minutes ago. A little punch was needed to get rid of the pain that sliced his heart.

“What are you doing my wife?” ask Ditya. That expression of anger leads more to accusation. Highlight the horrifying eyes, as if ready to tear his opponent apart.

“Dit, already. Firstan couldn't have messed with Fro.” Marisa spoke up, helping her son who was currently unable to even resist. Silence freezes like loss of life, like a no-man's body.

“Build Brengs’ek!” Ditya prepared to rampage back. The clenched hand since earlier was already preparing to soar into the air and was anchored on the handsome face of his nephew.

“Dit, don't be crazy, yeah. I'm sure nothing happened to Fro. You go home now!” drive Marisa, hold Ditya's hand so she doesn't hit back.

“Sister, your son is overdue. He dared to disturb my wife! Though she clearly knows that Fro my wife!” ditya said with reddened eyes.

“Yes, from now on just lock your wife up at home so no one bothers you! If I knew it would be like this, I would refuse Fro.”'s visit Marisa is back.

“It's best so. If Sister Marisa cannot guarantee that your son will be kind, you better not accept Fro here. I have also implemented this since the beginning, still my wife always denied.” That frightening look did not shift a bit from the niece's face.

Marisa shakes. “What did not delay you, Dit?”

“No, as long as your son is still acting ignorant. I don't think what I did was too late. You know, sister .. I'm struggling to get daddy's blessing and everything will be a problem until daddy knows my wife's behavior and First!” obviously Ditya.

“I will not forbid Fro from meeting you. I just don't want them both to cross the line. Fro my wife and she still have feelings for your son! Satisfied now!”

Deg—

“Restore Fro to me. Why do you hold him back if he doesn't love you?” ask Firstan.

“I'm not holding back, in fact Fro my wife. Of course he should be where he should be.” Ditya rectified his nephew's statement.

Firstan smiled wryly.

“Our relationship is clear, not a relationship without status or clarity as you did before. We were tied to a husband and wife relationship, so I had to help Frolline keep her honor as a wife. Whether we love it or not, we are committed before God and the law. I just help my wife keep that commitment,” stressed Ditya.

“Let him go! He doesn't love you. What are you holding him for?” ask Firstan.

“Breng’sek! I told you from the beginning that I didn't hold him. If Fro wanted to, he could have asked to separate from me. To this day, she still stands by my side. So don't dream,” obviously Ditya

“As long as Frolline still survives in our marriage, I assume she still chooses me over her past,” continued Ditya again.

A crushing blow hit Ditya's temple all of a sudden. Firstan was inflamed to hear the sentence spoken in succession by the uncle.

“Enough!” Marisa mediates, after things start to heat up. Even his son started to put up a fight.

“I promise .. from now on will not receive Frolline at my house while her arrival is not with you.”

“Mi, pity Fro,” reject Instant.

“Quite First, this is also your fault. You should know how to behave.” Marisa raised her hand asking her son to stop talking.

“I have my daughter. If anything happens to him, I will take it from your hand,” threatened Marisa.

“You can go now, I guarantee my son will not do anything that goes past his limits,” expel Marisa.

***

Matt hurriedly opened the left door of the rear car, as Ditya exited the door of Marisa's house half-run. The aura of anger was still clearly imprinted on the handsome face of the 35-year-old man. Dropping his body roughly in the back seat of the car, Ditya ignored Frolline.

“Ko ...” greet Frolline shift the seat to get closer to her husband.

Ditya. Choose to lean, close your eyes by stretching your right hand down the back of the chair.

“Don't be angry, I'm sorry. Nothing happened, First just invited me to chat.” Frolline threw in an explanation without being asked. Seeing the cold attitude Ditya showed, her feelings were pinched. There was something strange creeping into his heart.

“Ko ..” The usual call sounded sweeter, spoiled sediments dominating at every indentation of his tone. Frolline dropped her head on Ditya's shoulder. Hope his sweet attitude can soften the Asian tiger who is raging in silence.

“Matt, take my wife home, then take me to the club. Long time no gathering with my friends,” orders Ditya, while forcing Frolline's body away with his arms.

As quickly as lightning reached into the bag of pants, looking for a mobile phone to contact the friends he left without a message since deciding to marry Frolline.

“Coko can't go anywhere. Come with me home!” firmly Frolline, hugged Ditya's waist tightly while attaching her body to the chest of the field wrapped in a black shirt.

***

TB