Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 116: The Frolline Dream

“Happy day!” greet Firstan, put his car keys on the table. The young man looked stiff. Body language is not as relaxed as usual.

A Chinese food restaurant in one of the five-star hotels became the meeting place between Firstan Samudra and Ditya Halim Hadinata. The uncle and nephew agreed to meet after Ditya specifically contacted Firstan, shortly after setting foot back in the capital.

“What's looking for me?” ask Firstan. The sunglasses were still framing on the face, closing its two clear eyes. He pulled out a chair, sitting right in front of Ditya who had arrived half an hour earlier.

“What message do you want?” ditya asked, grabbing a cup of green tea and sipping it slowly.

“No, thank you. To the point only. What's looking for me?” firstan Tegulan. From behind his sunglasses, he could research the uncle with satisfaction.

Ditya cleared his throat, then held his seat while looking at Firstan with a thin smile adorning his handsome face.

“Frolline is pregnant and I want to make her comfortable with her pregnancy. Can you tell me about Frolline. There must be a lot I don't know and .. I know who knows my wife best ...” Ditya. There is no jealousy. Frolline's pregnancy made the man a little calmer.

“Hahaha ..” Firstan. Almost five minutes later, the young man laughed at Ditya. He even had to take off his sunglasses and rub his watery eyes. Honestly, the sentence Ditya delivered made Firstan want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Pain reached the heart when Ditya declared Frolline pregnant, but he was quite happy when the uncle admitted that he was the one who understood Frolline the most.

“What do you mean tell me about Fro's pregnancy?” todong Firstan's.

Ditya.

“You must want to ask me for a confession. How great you are, being able to impregnate a woman whose heart still belongs to someone else,” Syndir Firstan smiled mockingly.

“No, it's not so. I'm just trying to make peace with you. Trying to solve our problems by adult way.” Ditya.

“Hahaha ... Previously you captured mine in the most cunning way. Now that you've got everything, you're trying to make peace with me.” Firstan is still attacking through spicy words. Even the young man didn't use Om's call on Ditya.

“I'm sorry, First. I love her, I know I'm guilty of you. Now ... Frolline. If in your heart there is still love for her, please allow me to make her happy. I promise I will make her smile,” said Ditya slowly. There was no anger or emotion like their previous meeting which was always colored by quarrels and even fights.

Firstan is back. After successfully mastering himself, he stared fixedly at the handsome figure who looked calm looking at his behavior.

“Why can you be so confident. I may not want to work together or I may choose not to help you. Don't you know that I'm always waiting for your wedding and Frolline's falling apart?" tanya Firstan smiled cynically.

"I'm waiting for Frolline to come back to me like I used to. I was waiting for her just like she was waiting for when I was getting married to Angella" Firstan continued.

Ditya looked calm, took another sip of green tea from the ceramic cup on the table and placed it slowly.

"No need to wait for him. Until then, I will not let go of Fro for you or for any man. Fro my wife, she is the mother of my children" said Ditya.

Firstan threw a glance around the restaurant. Stunned looked at the blue sky printed on the glass window. The restaurant, located on the eighth floor of a star-rated hotel, only features a view of a skyscraper with a bright white cloudy sky as the setting.

Long stunned, there was a heavy sigh of Firstan before opening the voice.

"We grew up together, we learned to love together. If Fro had said First Samudra was his first love, I would have said the same. Frolline Gunawan was my first love." Highlight Firstan's eyes dimmed, her eyeballs glazed over as she recounted her relationship with the messy Frolline.

"We had a dream together. Fro's childhood dream, which ended up being both of our dreams. It's just me and Frolline" Firstan continued.

Ditya upheld his seat, listening to all the stories that came out of the lips of the nephew. Not a single word was missed. The man bowed, occasionally squeezing both his hands as his wife's love story unfolded. Resisting the turbulent jealousy, Ditya could only hide it by commenting on the bitter and forced smile.

Perih, pain vying to control his heart. Even Frolline's first kiss was so special. He can only strengthen his heart to keep listening to the love story like Romeo and Juliet until the end. There was no disagreement, the two families approved of their love story, but God did not approve. In the end how strong and big the love of the two was, Frolline fell into his arms. Frolline is his now.

"Thank you." Ditya said quietly after Firstan ended his story. The man stood up and greeted his nephew.

"There must be someone who dares to lower his ego. When parents choose to remain hard-hearted, what's wrong with us young people who choose to give up. In the family there is no term of winning or losing. There is no fight. Choosing to go to war with your own family is like fighting with yourself. Winning and losing will still be nothing" said Ditya.

"I can't argue with your mom, we're different." Ditya.

"If you do not want to come to visit your Opa and Oma, at least come to see what should be your right, which is still being held by Halim Hadinata. They must be happy to welcome you despite not knowing what your true purpose is when it comes to meeting them." Ditya patted Firstan's shoulder softly.

Ditya called a waiter, asking for a piece of paper. With his expensive pen, the handsome man in the black suit scratched the ink nimbly. After which, he thrust it into front of Firman.

"This is address. You can meet them anytime. Just say that you are the First Samudra, Halim Hadinata will open the gate of his palace and even hold a red carpet to welcome his first grandson." Ditya smiled.

***

A month later, Frolline's pregnancy looks normal. There is no drama of vomiting and nausea in the morning. The story of cravings with a strange menu of magical bin did not hit the young pregnant woman.

Frolline is still busy with her job taking care of the company and Ditya is also busy with all kinds of office affairs. Being at the highest peak of Halim Group makes Ditya do not have more time to have fun like before. He hardly ever got together with his friends again. His days are up with work and family.

Moreover, pregnancy makes the mood Frolline up and down like a rollcoaster. Sometimes it can be happy all day, a second later Frolline can cry bitterly when remembering their marriage that did not get blessing.

That night, Ditya came home a little later than usual. The man with the tired face, carrying a suit in his right hand. Still had time to greet his mother who sat sweetly in front of the television watching one of the soap operas that are famous throughout the country.

"Ma, where is Fro?" ditya asked with his footsteps stumbling. This month, he had to work hard to ensure the company continued to run smoothly, thousands of employees remained calm hanging all their dreams on Halim Group.

"In room. Since coming home from work, your wife has been cranky again," said Mama Ditya. The middle-aged woman was still casually sitting on a plate of cut fruit for her dinner. Already a week complaining of his body weight rose one kilogram, Mama Ditya chose a strict diet without carbohydrates to be able to get his ideal body weight again in a fast time.

"Why again?" Dita half ran into her room. Panic and worry attacked him when he found the mood of Frolline being destroyed.

And sure enough, as soon as his feet stepped into the room, his wife was lying face down on the bed. Crying bitterly until his entire body trembled violently.

"What's up, Fro?" tanya Ditya threw a suit recklessly. He dropped his body on the bed while gently rubbing the back of Frolline.

"Koko ..." cried Frolline immediately got up to sit and hugged Ditya.

"Hmmm," muttered Ditya. He almost fell down as Frolline hugged tightly and tightly wrapped his neck.

"Koko ..." said Frolline, sobbing on Ditya's shoulder.

"Why cry again, Fro?" tanya Ditya gave a smile. His left and right hands were so agile, taking turns rubbing against Frolline's back.

"I saw a picture of you with a girl in a magazine" Frolline said.

"There's Daddy in that magazine, too. Is Koko getting married again?" asked Frolline innocently. Pregnancy does not make Frolline ask for many strange things, but always makes Frolline cry for things that are not important. In fact, he can cry when there are problems in the project or his work is complained about.

"O Lord Fro, what other magazine have you seen?" ask Ditya.

Frolline shook her head.

***

TB