Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 117: Resigning

Frolline's cry grew louder as her face clashed against Ditya's shoulder. Squeezing the sleeves of Ditya's shirt, Frolline spilled out his heart's contents that were shattered in shambles just because of a photo in a magazine without knowing its clarity.

“Already, Fro. Do not cry too often for unimportant things,” comfort Ditya patted his wife's trembling back. The man was enjoying the sensation of his shoulder being soaked by Frolline's tears.

“I don't want Koko to marry again,” said Frolline in the middle of her unrelenting frenzy.

“Who wants to marry again, Fro. Koko did not receive an interview with any magazine this month, Daddy is also still at home in Surabaya. So we can be sure the magazine is an old magazine,” explained Ditya.

“In addition, Daddy has no plans to match me with any girl, his daughter-in-law is pregnant. Despite not having a heart, Daddy still has a brain.”

“Means?” Frolline took off a tight winding around her husband's neck.

“If Daddy has no feelings, at least Daddy can still think. My wife is pregnant and all these matchmaking problems will affect pregnant women who are growing. If this beautiful pregnant woman is stressed, how is the fate of Halim Hadinata's granddaughter in here,” Ditya smiled, rubbed her flat stomach Frolline.

“Koko ...” Frolline smiled with a teary-eyed netra.

“Do not cry again.” Ditya smiled as he clamped the taper nose of the Frolline flushed with his fingers. After making sure Frolline calmed down a little, Ditya immediately got up.

“Where are you going?” asked Frolline, grabbed the husband's hand and held him back.

“You take a bath Fro, after that can only spoil you again,” said Ditya winked.

“Coko has eaten? Want me to cook something?” asked Frolline, taking off her hand.

“Not yet. Koko has asked Matt to order food,” said Ditya relaxed. Unbutton his shirt and throw it into the dirty laundry basket in the corner of the room.

Before long it had been heard rustling water faucets in the bathroom. Almost an hour Ditya enjoyed his night bath with a hot bath in the bathtub. The man came out with a fresh face and a towel wrapped around his waist, showing off a flat, boxy stomach.

“Fro, have you slept?” ditya asked after dropping his body on the side of the bed. She could see regular, calm breathing, up and down from the thin satin nightgown attached to Frolline's body.

Smiling on her back, Ditya gently rubbed his wife's smooth white cheeks after removing a few strands of hair and tucking them behind her ears. The swollen eyelids were tightly closed. There were still traces of tears in the corner of the eye.

“I'm sorry Koko, getting married and living like this was never in your dreams. Koko knows, this is not the life you dream of,” said Ditya slowly while carving the curves of the face of Frolline with the ends of his fingers.

Ditya's face changed, the man let out a tired sigh. Many considerations, there is a family, especially Daddy who is old and can not be left alone. There are companies with thousands of employees who depend on him. The choice is difficult, when he also has to think of a tiny baby who is only two months old more in the womb Frolline.

Everything is no more prioritized, everything is equally important for Ditya. His chattering with Firstan some time ago made the man in a dilemma, his eyes opened. He began to understand what Frolline was like. How is the real Frolline.

***

“I will relinquish my position at Halim Group!” said Ditya while holding a glass glass filled with orange juice. Currently, he was standing by the pool of his brother's residence.

Marisa who was standing next to her sister just smiled stiffly. The middle-aged woman could not prevent or agree to it. He did the same thing two decades ago.

He was preparing lunch when the doorbell rang repeatedly. Quite surprised, when he opened the door and found Ditya who visited him without informing him first.

“Are you sure?” ask Marisa. His gaze was fixed on the ripples of calm pond water blown by the gentle breeze. The sun was so stinging, blinding the eyes. Bouncing off the clear pool water.

“Ya, I've considered it.” Ditya answered with certainty. He saw the orange juice in his right hand.

“You don't think of Daddy?” marisa asked, turning her eyes to Ditya.

Ditya. “Come back to Halim Group, help me take care of it.” Ditya said slowly. His voice sounded like begging.

“Frolline is pregnant and this condition affects her mental state. I've been hanging on for a month now, but the more I get here, Frolline is getting depressed. Although Frolline is not straightforward, but I try to understand it in my own way.” Ditya.

Deg—

Marisa jerks. “Fro looks fine.”

“No, she's not okay.” I heard Ditya breathing again. Heavier and deeper.

“Our wedding is based only on love clapping one hand. This condition is further exacerbated by Daddy who has not approved until now. Frolline is distressed by this condition, but has nowhere to complain and complain. He is alone without family at this time. He just hung his life on me. Pregnancy makes it worse.”

“If another wife would welcome her happy pregnancy, not with my wife. Pregnancy frightened her. She was scared, I left her. Moreover, Sister Marisa knows for herself how Daddy is so disliked and prefers other girls for my future wife,” continued Ditya.

“What are you planning?” ask Marisa.

“Frolline hasn't loved me, even though she's been fighting for it. Pregnancy is the fruit of her struggle to love me. Part of his heart still belonged to First. She doesn't have as much faith in me as First, because she doesn't love me as she does in First.”

“Kakak remembers, when First married Angella, Frolline still faithfully waited with full confidence in First. That was his love for First. And he doesn't trust me. He was always scared of me. Afraid I'd leave him and our son would comply with all Daddy.” requests

“I realize, my position on the wind. I can leave it without burden if I want,” continued Ditya.

“Then what will you do with all these conditions?”

“I'll make her happy, eliminate fear. Took the trust and certainly took away my rights as her husband. He must love me, not anyone else. He must love the father of his son, not another man. I will make him love me,” explained Ditya.

Marisa can only listen. Digesting sentence after sentence that came out of Ditya's lips.

“Please take care of Daddy and company, I can't do it. I've decided to take Frolline away from here.”

Ditya. “I will bring Frolline to England, she will give birth there.”

“Why is that far?” Marisa slips.

“At least it would be better we are not in Indonesia during her pregnancy. I don't want anything bad to happen to my wife and son. Going far away from here would reduce all the pressure that came on him. From my family, from the media, from the women of my past. England is my place after Germany and Indonesia. I spent some of my time there. I have a business there.”

“Wait-wait! Meaning how? You've been planning this all day?”

Ditya. “Perhaps before going to England, I would take him around Europe, like his childhood dream of wanting to travel the world.”

“You have applied for UK visa?” ask Marisa.

“Not yet. We still have a Schengen visa. Maybe we will apply for a UK visa from Germany. It takes time for that, it can't be sudden. Moreover, Frolline is pregnant, there will definitely be many requirements that must be completed. I'm not flying to Singapore, can go back and forth without visa.” Ditya.

Marisa nodded.

“Kak, go back to Surabaya. Meet Daddy and Mommy. They miss you too. Enough to fight with them. As great as you are now, there will be something lacking when their blessing has not been obtained. You will feel your happiness is perfect when Daddy and Mommy pat your head with pride.”

Deg—

The sentence Ditya struck directly into the recesses of Marisa's heart. His heart throbbed, like opening an old wound that had not healed completely.

“Daddy ever offend me?” marisa asked with teary eyes.

Ditya. “They love you. Even if you refuse, Daddy and Mommy keep your name in their hearts. Want to be thrown anywhere, the relationship of parents and children will not be severed. When Daddy and Mommy are no longer in the world, we must be his children who are held accountable.”

“Do not regret. Daddy and Mommy are old. When you still have a chance to see her smile, stand welcoming you with open arms, why should you choose to look at her navel.”

Deg—

The second sentence hit Marisa. “You mean?”

“If Sister Marisa still insists on not seeing Daddy now, does Sister Marisa want to visit him later, after Daddy and Mommy died. If that happens, it's not free. I'm sure Sister Marisa will regret it.”

“You alone?” ask Marisa. Didn't you also mean to leave Daddy and Mommy?” marisa Todong.

Ditya. “I'm going back to Surabaya with my son and wife, asking for Daddy's blessing. It's just that for now, I think it's more convenient we stay away temporarily. I don't want this situation to affect the pregnancy Frolline.”

“Return, free war with Daddy. Win becomes charcoal, lose becomes ash. Daddy learned a lot too, proving he didn't dare to press me too much. I'm sure now Daddy's keeping his regret just not admitting it. Go home!”

***

A week after his farewell with Marisa, Ditya completely resigned from Halim Group. A letter of resignation was placed on the desk with a mobile phone. Ditya did not say goodbye to anyone, not to his mother also Daddy and Mommy. Just conveying her wishes to Marisa and Matt. It was his trust assistant who arranged everything secretly, without anyone knowing,

That night after returning from the office, Ditya sneaked into his room. Finding Frolline being serious with tablets and notebooks, a nosy idea flashed through his brain.

The man took off one by one his work clothes. The gaze was fixed on the back of the Frolline who was wrapped in sleeping pajamas.

“Seriously, until not realizing the arrival of her husband,” muttered Ditya while unbuttoning his black shirt.

“He was completely unaware of my arrival,” continued Ditya removing the buttons on his wrist.

Walking closer, Ditya was already impatient to see his wife's response as he delivered this happy news. Ditya sure, Frolline will jump for joy.

“Fro, get your clothes ready. Tomorrow we will fly to Holland!” ditya said after throwing his work clothes on the bed. His voice was slow, not wanting to hear his mother who was watching in the front room.

“Serious?” tanya Frolline turned around instantly. He was reading an email his secretary had sent. Work reports from project supervisors in the field that are partially deadline.

Ditya nodded with his tired face. This week he had to work hard to finish all the work in the office.

“We will travel around Europe. You like it?” tanya Ditya spread his arms preparing to welcome the embrace of Frolline.

“Like!” Frolline hugged Ditya who was already bare-chested.

***

TB