Crazy Rich Looking for Love
Chapter 102: Two beautiful girls
“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.
Ditya. Choosing silence, enjoying the disappointment that still gnawed at the niches of his heart. In addition, he also wanted to give a little lesson to his wife who often denied for things that are considered simple, but can be fatal without knowing it.
“Ko, I'm sorry,” pinta Frolline, peek Ditya cold sprayed car cooler.
Not getting a response, Frolline again linked his fingers to Ditya's fingers lying on his thighs.
“Ko, go home, yes. Don't go to the club. I will obey you, will not argue again,” Ferlline persuaded.
“Ya?” A sweet-sounding seduction spoiled, softened in the ears.
Not the answer obtained, instead Ditya throw a view towards the highway. That evening the atmosphere of the streets was crowded, with traffic jams at several points. The trip should be quite half an hour, but up to almost an hour they are still stuck in one of the protocol roads.
If usually Frolline will nag, this time the woman in the work suit seemed to enjoy the journey with gratitude. He can have a lot of time persuading and indulging in his apologies.
At seven o'clock the night had already passed by as Han's black sedan drove into the penthouse parking area. At the back, looks sedan with the same color and type Zoe ride followed.
“Ko ..” The appeal was increasingly intense, Frolline threw away half her prestige and shame for the husband to come home.
“Koko still has an appointment with an old friend. There's a colleague at the car club whose birthday is, Fro.” Ditya made a sound after choosing to close his mouth shut.
“Ko ..”
“Koko please this time, allow Koko. I haven't greeted them in a long time. Since marriage, Koko disappeared without saying goodbye,” Ditya explained unravel the entanglement of the wife who locked her body tightly.
“Ko, I'm coming ..” Half whining, but Ditya did not care. Instead, the man went down and opened the door. Let his wife get off the car.
“Log in soon, it's already night. Koko still has a little business. Have Zoe order dinner for you,” order Ditya to warm his wife's forehead before leaving Frolline frozen in place.
Frolline had wanted to cry when she saw her husband's tail away. Half-running, he chased after the car Zoe was driving.
“Zoe, follow my husband!” her door, dropped her body violently on the back seat.
“Hah?”
Zoe surprise. Of course, he did not have any preparation, suddenly the master had already given the order.
“Follow my husband, Zoe! Hurry along! Do not lose track.
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Zoe drove her car fast, splitting the crowded street. The sound of the car horn shouted nonstop from the sedan car he was driving. Trying to concentrate so that the car he followed did not disappear in the dark of the night, amid the bustle of capital traffic. Not to mention Frolline's harsh remarks more towards the nagging of every vehicle her husband vanished from sight.
“Zoe! C'mon fast! Later Koko's car does not trace,” grumbled Frolline. Sitting tensely in the back seat while squeezing the driver's seat rough.
“Mana? I don't see it,” protest Frolline. His eyes were still watching the street in front of him.
“Tuh, the distance of three cars in front,” said Zoe a little relaxed to see the car driven by her colleague Han slowed down.
“Come on Zoe, Koko wants to go in there! Follow immediately. I can't let my husband wander. I'll drag him home."
A building that is often passed by Frolline every leave for the office. Famous cafes, discos and nightclubs in the heart of the city. Not just a regular cafe serving modern American dishes, Frolline sure in there also serves a loud bang music, tempting visitors to relax. Although she has never been in there, Frolline knows there must be a lot of beautiful and sexy girls ready to spread charm on the men.
“Zoe, come fast!”
Frolline was impatient. Especially when she saw her husband's car was parked neatly. His eyes watched from afar, the handsome man of his who stepped inside with a different look. Dita has changed clothes. No more black shirts, now her husband's burly body is only wrapped in a white shirt that is firmly attached to the body. Show off chest muscles that are so tempting.
“Zoe, you wait here!” Frolline jumped down, trailing her husband's step inside.
However, luck was not on his side. Inside, she did not find her husband. The building is very large. Many chairs and tables are neatly arranged ready to welcome cafe visitors. Some seemed to sit chatting while enjoying the order menu that looks appetizing.
Nearly half an hour in circles, he found nothing. Looking to and fro, there was no Ditya figure in there. Only visitors who are enjoying dinner, talking with colleagues or colleagues.
“Zoe, I lost track of my husband,” said Frolline, staring at the towering high-rise building with the glitter of the lights breaking the darkness of the night. He could only stand in the car park. Complaining and complaining to his assistant.
“Mrs are already searching to all rooms?” ask Zoe to make sure. He himself had never even gone in there. Unlike Matt who has been bailing along with Ditya. During this time, he included alim men who were more escorting Halim or his wife in Surabaya.
“All Already. It's just that there's one room .. em .. I'm not allowed in, because I don't have an invitation. There is a celebration, so booked and not open to the public,” explained Frolline. His shoulders were squeezing, his mind was in a mess. Ditya was having fun hugging the girls inside.
While struggling with his bad thoughts accidentally the tail of Frolline's eyes caught a familiar figure, as he was known.
“Sandra? That's Sandra, right?” he asked, pointing to two girls who had just got off the sports car. Although only capitalized on yellowing lights in the parking lot, Frolline was sure that his guess was not wrong.
Sandra was accompanied by a tall girl with long hair. Beautiful body curves like a Spanish guitar without strings, stepping regularly with a 9 cm heel that looks beautiful at the foot of the level. Both of them walked into the building.
Frolline was slapped, as footsteps led him to follow the movements of the two. Inside the building, he could clearly see the sightings of the two girls. Sandra looked beautiful with short hair dyed blonde. Knee-covered black dress paired with the latest black hermes bag. Frolline believes that the outfit Sandra is wearing is not comparable to the work clothes she is wearing now.
Sandra is so classy and expensive, so different from her. Like the earth and the sky. Sandra seemed to greet some people who recognized her kindly. Not even enough to slap her with the glitter of a luxurious appearance, Sandra still hit her with an attitude and hospitality that showed her place on foot.
Frolline was embarrassed to realize who she was, who the woman Halim had prepared for her husband. Frolline grew increasingly stifled as the girl accompanying Sandra turned around.
Deg—
“Isn't he an artist and a high-class socialite who is being talked about because of his luxurious lifestyle and his proximity to one of the sons of the conglomerate from the opposite country,” said Frolline, closing his mouth.
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