Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 109: Make an appointment with Pram

Frolline sat by the side of the bed, pondering her husband's words. It doesn't go that far. Already happy with the news of her pregnancy, she even received all the information that the doctor gave her. I did not ask further how it was calculated.

Five minutes into silence, he ventured to look at the husband who was standing with a look of confusion.

"Aren't I just with you, Ko." Frolline opened her voice, reminding Ditya of their first night.

"Yes too. Fro is not with the others. I'm the first, why not think that." Ditya gulped. A terculum smile, throwing a glance at his wife.

"Ko?" Frolline called after seeing Ditya speechless.

"Yes, Fro. Koko doesn't suspect you. Just confused. Koko doesn't understand how to get five weeks pregnant." Ditya. Sit next to the Frolline.

"Did the doctor say anything to you?" ask Ditya again.

"none. Just normal stuff. Be asked to take care of your health and not be too tired. Can do activities as usual should not be excessive and too pushy. Nutritious food and reduce food with preservatives and ready-to-eat." Frolline stood up and pulled something out of her wallet.

Usg photo that was sent to Ditya, now in the hands of the man.

"Ko, watch this. 5W 4D what does this mean 5 weeks 4 days, huh?" tanya Frolline was confused to see the small text of the letter and number combination printed on the black and white photo.

Ditya. The man chose to focus on the formless central part, only the black and white patches. It's probably a photo of the baby. Too stunned, Ditya smiled involuntarily.

"Thank you, Schatzi." Again the handsome man said the same sentence while embracing Frolline's body to get closer to him. The hug gets tighter with a warm kiss on the head shoot.

"Tomorrow we go to the doctor again, Fro."

***

After cleaning up, the couple went out of the room. The beaming faces of the two could not fool anyone. Mama Ditya who had been preparing for dinner looked at her son and daughter-in-law in astonishment.

Ditya hurried home without much talk. Frolline followed shortly. The two locked themselves in the room, only to come out before dinner.

"Let's eat now. I specially ordered some Chinese food tonight." Mama Ditya. Since getting an ultimatum, he chose to obey and did not want to act again. Afraid of being sent back to Germany.

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Staring at the various foods presented on the table, Ditya suddenly became worried.

"Fro, you don't have any dietary restrictions, do you?" ask Ditya. Since finding out that Frolline was pregnant, she somehow became afraid of herself. It was his first experience and he knew nothing. He wants the best for Frolline and his future son.

"I didn't ask that far, Ko."

"You why, Fro?" ask Mom Ditya wonder. Both are acting strange.

"Fro pregnant." Ditya answered briefly while pulling a dining chair for his wife.

"Seriously? So you're really pregnant?" ask Mama Ditya make sure.

"Yes, Ma. How many times do I have to answer until you're sure." Ditya answered while dropping his buttocks on the seat right next to Frolline.

The statement of pregnant the son-in-law, made a beautiful woman in the middle of the century was aghast. Although he had expected but still not that easy to accept.

It is not that he is not grateful, nor does he refuse to be taken. It's just that he can't imagine how Halim would react if he knew about Frolline's pregnancy. If Halim can accept with open arms without frills that make her son inflamed, of course she will be happy to welcome her grandson.

What he fears is that Halim still does not want to approve and make the relationship between father and son tense again. He will choose his wife and child. His son could have followed in his brother's footsteps. Imagine that his head is throbbing. Instantaneous pain.

Even so, Mama Ditya still stood up and approached Frolline.

"Goodbye Honey. How many months has it been?" asked Mama Ditya with her hands gently rubbed the stomach of Frolline who stood up to welcome her embrace.

"How many moons? I've been married not a month. How many months pregnant? I was just about to nag her doctor. Didn't you count wrong!" grute Ditya.

"I mean, Ko?" mama asked Ditya in surprise, looking at Ditya who was nagging indistinctly.

"I got married 27 months ago. It's only the 24th, the doctor says my wife is five weeks pregnant. I'm confused myself." Ditya complained about his incomprehension.

"How long is it too late, Fro?" mama asked Ditya, back to her seat.

"Oh pregnant for over a month. That's right too, Ko." Mama Ditya answered casually. Sontak made Ditya round his eyes.

"Huh? How come?" Since then Ditya was busy asking, in contrast to Frolline who preferred to start his meal.

"That's counting from the first day of the last menstruation, Ko. It doesn't count when it will be." Mama Ditya chuckles.

"Seriously?" tanya looked at Frolline.

"It's my first pregnancy, I don't really understand it either, Ko. Yes, when you see a doctor, you're asked when your last period was." Frolline seemed to recall with a mouth full of food.

"Yes, if you count my last period, it's five weeks, Ko." Frolline seemed to think before answering.

Ditya seemed to take out his expensive phone, find out what his mother had just delivered. The man smiled to himself after reading the information that Google conveyed to him. In fact, he can calculate the estimated day of the flow of HPHT (First Day of the Last Menstruation). Gratitude in his heart. If his mother had not told him, perhaps tomorrow he would have embarrassed himself for his ignorance in front of the doctor.

"Well, Ko. Expensive phones are only used to see beautiful girls! Then it looks like there's no use in your phone, Ko," teased Mama Ditya.

The woman would already be stunned to see the shriveled Ditya as Frolline sent a deadly gaze once the beautiful girl was alluded to in their chatter.

***

"Matt, make an appointment to meet with Pram from RD Group!" ditya commands on the phone that sticks to the ear.

He stood in front of the big window of his room. His eagle eyes were looking at the sparkling capital at night. Street lights join the car lights, displaying the beauty of Jakarta that never died.

"Good, Boss!" Matt according. He did not understand the purpose of Ditya who asked to set a schedule to meet with his opponent a year ago.

"Sorry Boss. If ...."

"Personal business. Tell him I want to talk to him in private" Ditya cut.

"Good, Boss. About when?" ask Matt.

"Fastly. I'll take Fro back to Surabaya." Ditya.

"Good, Boss."

The employer's conversation came to a halt as Ditya felt two hands tightly hugging his body wrapped in sleeping pajamas. Warm embrace on her waist from behind.

"What's up, Fro? Why be spoiled like this?" Ditya disconnected the phone and threw the phone on the sofa located not far from where he stood.

"Sweetie happy?" ask Frolline.

"Your pregnancy?" ask Ditya.

"Hmm."

"Of course Koko is happy. Fro ...."

"Hmm."

I heard a long breath. Ditya thought hard. The incident that befell the two of them, made him realize one thing.

"Koko doesn't really understand about pregnancy as well as you. It's a new experience for us. It's just the beginning, in the future we will find new things again, new confusion again. We may be able to learn together, but we also need the support of people who understand more. Like mom, who's more experienced than us." Ditya stopped his speech. The man gently stroked the hand of the Frolline that was locking his stomach.

"You don't have a mother to question. With my mom, you don't feel comfortable. Koko allows you to see Marisa, if you really need a place to ask questions or complain. Koko is trying to make you comfortable with your pregnancy even though Koko isn't willing to."

"Can I see Mommy again?" tanya Frolline made sure.

"Yes, just don't see First!" firmly Ditya.

***

TB