Crazy Rich Looking for Love
Chapter 119: Finally
“Koko ...”
“Koko ...”
“Koko ...”
Frolline walked in an indeterminate direction while saying the same one word over and over, calling her husband nonstop. Clear liquid adorned her beautiful face, imprinted on the smooth white cheeks of a marble tub. Half his soul went away, disappearing with the bad thoughts that ruled without excuse. He can only strengthen himself with the prayers that are said in the heart. Hope Ditya is okay.
Thought garbled. With trembling hands, he rubbed the phone screen with the index end. The contact number that usually goes out and in the call list, somehow at a crucial time like this feels difficult to find. Frolline was desperate for a moment after putting the device in her ear. Never mind the dial tone, even the call is not connected at all. Just a few seconds of silence followed by a disjointed tone and it was all over.
Ditya's phone is not active, the more make pregnant women panic. “Yes, God ... Cocoa ...”
“Koko ...” he said softly.
Moving his legs unconsciously, he walked further and further away. Frolline's mind was empty, the sight of the crisp red luxury car looked increasingly real in the eye. Crystallized clear thread began to blur the view, the news of the accident in the end made both legs of Frolline unable to support his weight. Frolline squeezed, her body collapsing.
Just as the pregnant woman was rumbling to touch the floor, suddenly there were two hands twisting her weak body from behind. Strengthen it when the limp body slumps down.
“Schatzi ...” A familiar heavy voice. The voice of the man who had been missing for the last few minutes. A sense of loss for a moment that makes him almost lost his mind. Yes, Frolline was almost crazy when she found Ditya affected by a disaster. She was almost desperate when she found out her husband had an accident.
“Honey, are you okay?” ask Ditya to panic. The elbow of the hand on the waist of the Frolline grew tighter. He did not want his wife and children to be hurt.
“Sayang ...” call Ditya again, clutching tightly the body of Frolline which is still a thousand languages.
It took a few seconds for Frolline to take control. He was still stunned, standing frozen trying to feel that the gap that warmed him at this time was real, not just a shadow because of his absurd self when he lost Ditya.
“Ko, it's you, right?” Frolline turned around and clasped Ditya's face covered in a hat. Patting her repeatedly tightly, her tears splashed out.
“Ya, this is Koko. You why?” ditya asked confusedly. Especially when he saw the beautiful face of his wife who was messy, wet by tears. Panic greeted, the young man hurriedly hugged and calmed.
“What's the problem, Fro? Let's go in and wait inside.” Ditya hurriedly dragged. Be aware of situations that may not benefit him. He and Frolline should get inside immediately. As fast as flying, otherwise all his plans could fail miserably.
Ditya's hand never took off his grip on his wife. Until he arrived inside, Ditya did the same thing. The shock in Frolline that has not completely disappeared, makes him not argue. Following every movement Ditya without much talk let alone protest.
Frolline's gaze was fixed on Ditya, without switching one bit. It is difficult to express how he feels and feels at the moment. A few minutes ago, he had just lamented a deep loss and now he was celebrating his friendship with Ditya. It turned out that it was all just his nightmare. It's real, not what he's afraid of.
Just after Ditya finished everything and prepared to head to the waiting room, Frolline realized. Unabashedly, he hugged tightly around Ditya's waist. Shedding a cry that had been held up since.
“Koko ...” his wish to immerse the face in the chest of Ditya's field wrapped in black T-shirts and blue jeans jacket. Satisfied crying, without shame he tiptoed and kissed Ditya's lips.
“I don't want to lose you, Ko, I love you,” whispered Frolline quietly, re-embed his face, enjoying the fragrance of perfume mixed with Ditya's sweat. Shame and happiness come together. Frolline himself was surprised why he could kiss Ditya without thinking.
“Already, Fro. Don't cry anymore,” entertain Ditya.
“Koko ...” Frolline looked at her husband who was currently appearing different than usual.
He barely recognized. There was no branded suit with a variety of expensive accessories attached to Ditya's body. There are no expensive watches with the latest leather shoes as usual. The clothes Ditya is wearing now, as if to illustrate that he is not the same person. Not a son of a conglomerate but just an ordinary man. Frolline looked at Ditya. A medium-sized black bag was hanging on his arm complete with a blue hat covering half of his face.
“What, Honey?” ask Ditya.
“What happened? I saw Koko's car hit the power pole,” asked Frolline for an explanation with a face that had turned bright. The woman in the white jacket held out her phone. Showing the news of the accident that is plastered real in almost all online news.
“Explain to me, Ko. What really happened?” tanya Frolline, looked at Ditya who was busy reading the news content on his mobile phone.
“Later Koko will explain to you, Schatzi.” Ditya smiled.
“Koko is fine now,” continued Ditya.
“Im sorry Koko, surely you are very anxious,” said Ditya grabbed onto Frolline's shoulder, approaching her.
“Hmmm,” Frolline murmur with efficacious.
“Koko owes me an explanation,” Frolline continued.
“Yes, later on Koko's plane will explain it to you. Let's walk. We'll miss the plane. We do not fly on private jets.” Ditya chuckled, enjoying the hand of the Frolline who was embracing his shoulder affectionately.
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An hour waiting in the airport lounge, Ditya finally breathed a sigh of relief as he and Frolline were sitting quietly in the plane.
“We transit in Singapore, dear,” said Ditya while wearing a safety belt. Since he was in the waiting room, he chose to be quiet and not talk much. Actually, he hid his fear. Worrying Daddy's people will find them and foil his plans and Frolline. He could only breathe a sigh of relief, as the iron bird was airborne.
“Ya.”
“Sorry, Koko should take a flight without transit, so we don't spend too much time on the trip.” Sounded Ditya sighed before continuing his explanation.
“I don't matter, Ko.”
“Coko worries you,” said Ditya, rubbing the stomach of data Frolline. “Is everything okay, Fro?”
“I'm fine, Ko. Come tell me. What happened, Ko?” ask Frolline. He could not wait to hear Ditya's explanation.
“Koko crashed Koko's favorite car shortly after exiting the toll,” Ditya story.
Frolline surprised. “Coko is fine?”
“Yes. Only his car was destroyed.”
“Why should it be like that?” tanya Frolline was regretting. He did not understand Ditya's true purpose.
“Daddy follows us all the time. If Koko doesn't do that, Daddy will definitely prevent our departure. Koko had to do it.” Ditya.
“Then why should your favorite car, Ko?”
“Because the car was more conspicuous. Once an accident happens, all the media will recognize it. Will lure the crowd, so Koko has a chance to escape from there and outwit the daddy.” people
“I'm afraid .. I think it's Koko.” Frolline pours out her feelings.
“From now on, forget that Koko is Ditya Halim Hadinata. Koko is nobody anymore. Let us enjoy life as it is in your dreams, Fro. We'll start our story from Schiphol.” Ditya grabbed onto Frolline's hand and gripped her tightly.
Air flights from Jakarta - Singapore became the starting point of the relationship. Ditya gave up everything he had, and chose to live with Frolline. It was the toughest decision the 35-year-old had to make, when he had to leave his Daddy. Life doesn't give him much choice. He can't be a good son or husband at the same time. He had to choose between his wife and his family.
“Koko just hope, God be a little kind, Fro. Keep Daddy healthy and strong until Koko comes back one day. Otherwise, Koko's lifetime will regret Koko's decision.” Ditya said slowly. Throwing his gaze out the window of the plane, staring at the white mega expanse that filled the horizon.
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