Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 110: Asking for your blessing again

A restaurant in one of the star-rated hotels located in Central Jakarta became Ditya's choice. He deliberately came earlier than the promise, unwilling to let Pram wait. Two days ago through his assistant Matt, he asked to meet with Reynaldi Pratama aka Pram. The owner and Chairman of the RD Group just gave news this morning through his secretary.

“Matt, you're not wrong, are you?” Ditya glanced at Patek Philippe who was coiled around his wrist. Hidden behind the sleeves of a patterned dark blue shirt. He still had to wait another ten minutes from the agreed hour.

“No Boss. In accordance with what was conveyed by his secretary Pak Pram. Handsome man of the heart Miss Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.” Matt still had time to remind his employer of his past. At least to fill the empty time while waiting, he could tease Ditya.

“What the fuck are you, Matt!” gerutu Ditya, threw the menu book on the table violently.

“I remember a year ago, it was always Mr. Pram who asked to see you, Boss. Try to remember, how many times he asked to meet and always discuss the same thing. He even offered you his wife.” Matt chuckles.

“That's the past, Matt. Anyway I can't marry someone's wife.” Ditya answered with complete confidence.

“Then?” Matt put the two ends together. Playing both his eyebrows, teasing Ditya.

“We are just carried away feeling alone.” Ditya.

Temptation after temptation was thrown Matt. The chatter of the employer and assistant came to a halt as footsteps could be heard walking closer. Heavy with slow and regular beats.

“What's looking for me?” Suddenly a baritone voice interjected in the middle of the chatter.

Ditya and Matt turned their eyes together. Pram's handsome face appeared with a flat smile filling their gaze. The 45-year-old pulled up a chair and sat comfortably right in front of Ditya. His slightly bowed gaze led to the drink inside the cup.

“Matt, leave us!” ditya's orders are sound.

After making sure to be left alone with her guest, Ditya opened a chat. “What message do you want?”

"I can't stay long. There's still one more hour.” Pram replied firmly.

“Alright, to the point only.” Ditya swallows saliva. Start the conversation with both hands clasped together on the table.

That afternoon the atmosphere of the restaurant was quite crowded, although not as crowded as the restaurant in general. Ditya did not book a special place, so they could see other restaurant customers who mostly looked almost the same as them. Yes, this restaurant is very comfortable. The atmosphere is very supportive for young executives or office workers to conduct meetings or business talks with a relaxed atmosphere. Especially located in the heart of the capital, in the office area.

“Em .. This is about our wife.” There was a heavy sigh, before Ditya started at the core of the story.

Pram is still listening. Sitting leaning with his legs folded, his fingers gently tapped on the glass table before him. His roar was so calm with a shady look of eyes fixed on the glass vase in the middle of the table.

“I'm sure you know everything. And ...” Pause for a moment, Ditya researched the expression of his interlocutor.

“I don't want my wife to know about her past. Because in my opinion ... it is not something that will make him comfortable.” The sentence went well.

Since finding out that Frolline was pregnant, this story of his wife's past had greatly disturbed his mind. As much as possible Ditya would cover it up, not wanting Frolline and their child to get hurt. It was not a proud thing but it would definitely make Frolline shaken.

Ditya closed his sentence with a flat look. Empty look. There was no big smile like usual.

"Don't worry, I've been in this position before you. I know what you're thinking, what considerations made you choose this step. I did the same thing. To this day I'm still keeping some of Kailla's mama's past secrets." Pram responded to Ditya's remarks. Those words slid smoothly from his lips. Although Ditya did not unravel clearly, but he understood the direction of the conversation as well as the purpose of Ditya invited him to meet with only one sentence.

"I'm happy, we can be a family." Ditya raised his glance. His hand grabbed the handle of the cup and slid his order black coffee that was starting to cool.

"Okay, thank you." Ditya smiled.

"There again?" Pram throws questions.

"That's all." Ditya answered briefly.

"Well, if there's no more. I have to get back to the office." Pram got up from his seat. The man had just stood up and tidied back up the suit he was wearing. Suddenly, Ditya had already walked up to him.

"Thank you." Ditya thrust his hand. This was probably the first time they had met without any tension. Without disappointment and heartache.

"Don’t mention it." Pram smiled freely welcoming Ditya's hand, patting slowly on the shoulder of a man who was much younger than him.

"No need to worry, as the husband of Kailla Riadi Dirgantara, I also choose to silence. I do it all for my wife and kids. I can't open it all up frankly either." Pram.

"I wish my wife could know your wife even if she was just a good friend. That's enough. There is no need to know that they are brothers" Pram continued.

Ditya smiled. "I'm sorry for ...."

"I've forgotten it. I can't start over with Kailla if I keep remembering both of you're wrong." Pram cut. The man refuses to let his wife's past story reopen. It's the same as picking up old wounds that have healed.

Ditya. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry." Pram said goodbye while putting his sunglasses back on, smiling briefly before leaving the restaurant.

***

On the same day, Ditya who had planned many things after knowing the pregnancy Frolline, brought his wife back to Surabaya to ask for blessing and reported the pregnancy Frolline. He hoped that daddy would soften and lower his blessing after hearing this happy news.

Honestly, he could have taken Frolline away just like Marisa did. But as the only son of Halim Hadinata, he has more responsibility. It doesn't just belong to his family. He is not only owned by Frolline, but he belongs to Halim Group. Daddy's too old to be in the company. He can't take all his responsibilities for granted.

On a Jakarta-Surabaya flight, Frolline prefers to sleep. Since knowing her pregnancy, Ditya somehow felt that Frolline was not as usual. These two days, Ditya saw his wife's indulgence level rise. I often complain of fatigue. Yesterday, all day Frolline chose to sleep at home instead of taking care of the company.

"Are you okay, Fro?" ditya asked after seeing the usually sparkling eyes while enjoying air travel on the luxury jet was closed. Frolline chose to lean on his shoulder.

"Hmm .. I'm tired, Ko." That voice sounded slow. The beautiful woman in a flower-patterned knee-length dress was seen hugging Ditya tightly.

"Hahaha .. You sleep in your room all day. What's making you tired?" todong Ditya's.

"Don't be noisy, Ko. I'm going to sleep again."

"Sleep in the room, it's more comfortable." Ditya bargained while tidying up Frolline's blond hair that had been draped over her face.

"Hmmm ..." muttered Frolline shaking his head. Her expression was so cute, spoiled and adorable.

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TB