Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 12: The Rage

Frolline is still frozen in place with his hands carrying a shopping bag containing a mobile phone. His mind was confused and confused.

How not? The man who had only met him three times, had given him an unmitigated luxury gift. Frolline each remembered the first prize he received during the first meeting. A dress with a well-known brand and at the third meeting that just happened, Ditya presented her with a luxury mobile phone.

“Fro, we have to talk.” Suddenly Firstan was already standing at the back with an ominous aura.

“I feel there is nothing to talk about,” reject Frolline.

Later Frolline starts to get annoyed with Firstan's excessive possessive attitude. In the early weeks of her lover's marriage she was hard to get up. But over time, everything changed.

Time is indeed the most powerful medicine to heal all wounds. His crying was only in the beginning. In the days that followed, he began to smile. He could start to rise from his sadness.

“Fro, listen to me! Stay Away Ditya. I do not like you close to him,” pinta Firstan with full firmness.

“I didn't approach him. He always finds a way to get close to me. You should have threatened him First, not me,” Frolline said, stepping in.

“Cute me!” pinta Firstan, forced to grab the hand of her lover. Rushing brought Frolline into his parked car not too far away from them standing.

“Let me go, First! I don't want to be scolded papa,” refused Frolline, trying to throw out his hand, but Instant is too strong, not worth the power.

The two of them were already sitting in the car in the middle of the night. No one knew, except the front gate security. That is, if security is paying attention.

“Fro, you still love me?” ask First, slowly.

Silent.

Usually Frolline would answer quickly, but this time the girl chose silence. His feelings are hard to express at this time. He himself was confused as to what his love had faded and tasteless. Or indeed the marriage of Firstan made him withdraw temporarily.

Lost is the longing he used to feel. The sadness and tears that once accompanied her lover's marriage. The feeling is now floating, although sometimes there is still a little disappointed when he saw the wedding dress that should be worn at the wedding hanging just like that in the closet.

“I don't know. You already have Brother Angell,” said Frolline slowly.

“Kiss me now then,” pinta Firstan in a spoiled tone.

It's been a long time, they don't talk this familiar. In the past during a courtship, every time he came home from the office he would stop by here. Say hello or talk. And will be home after Frolline falls asleep.

But now everything is different. There is no more habit. Even now, he could only steal the chance to hug Frolline.

“Am I getting divorced now. What do you think, Fro?” ask Firstan, waiting for an answer.

“Have come this far, why retreat now. Isn't this marriage for the baby in Angell's womb. What would it be like if you were divorced now. What about Angell's sister?” asked Frolline, surprised.

“Angell doesn't care. While pregnant, she instead of finding out about pregnancy, she was busy looking for college abroad.” Firstan storytelling.

There was a rough sigh from the man, then grabbed Frolline's hand and gripped him tightly.

“Fro, you still remember the promise of the three of us right?” ask Firstan suddenly. Recalling all the events that changed her life, Frolline and Angella. Until finally a few hours before marriage they make a mutual agreement without parents knowing.

“After Angell gives birth, there will be a divorce. I'm gonna get the baby and Angell gets freedom. You still remember everything, right Fro?” Firstan reminded what the three of them had agreed on together.

“Didn't you before we got married, you agreed. Why now it seems you've forgotten all about it. Even your tears and sadness, on my wedding day has gone somewhere,” said Firstan closed his eyes.

“You remember right, we'll get married after I get divorced?” ask Firstan again.

Frolline was silent. Don't make a sound, not even open your mouth. He himself was beginning to be unsure of his feelings. Maybe the distance made her heart change. For a while or forever?

First of his first love. He loved the man, even before understanding the meaning of love itself. The three of them grew up together, laughing together and sharing together. Until finally so dressed in a gray uniform, Firstan revealed all the flavors she had felt all along.

“Fro, you're still waiting for me right?” tanya Firmstan ensure.

“I don't know,” says Frolline in the end.

“Because Ditya?” ask Firstan.

Frolline shook her head. “I don't even want to know her any further. You know my type. And Ditya's not my type. Too old and serious. I don't like it,” says Frolline.

“There's another guy?” ask Firstan again.

“Nobody. I was enjoying my life like any other teenager. Enjoying my freedom,” said Frolline.

“Enjoying the feeling of not being tied to anyone,” explains Frolline.

“And I'm enjoying my life now. No one set me up, no one asked for an explanation when I stepped in, no need to ask if it was okay or not. I'm enjoying my life now.”

“You forgot, you're still my lover. We're still dating so far. Don't think, my marriage changed everything,” Firstan firmly, grabbed onto Frolline's body and clenched her tightly.

“I still love you as much as I used to. Nothing has changed. Even my marriage changes nothing, Fro,” whispered.

“Kiss me now, as we used to do. I really miss you Fro” said Firstan, before gently tasting Frolline's lips.

It's been a long time, not kissing Frolline. The lips were still just as sweet, still as intoxicating.

This time, Frolline returned a kiss to Firstan. Follow drifting with the gentle treatment of a man who has long filled his life. For a long time the two kissed each other, until a knocking sound was heard on the car window.

The two of them instantly took off each other, adjusting the breath that was still hunting intensely.

“What's that sound?” tanya Instant circulated a glance amidst the darkness. But there's nobody.

“I have to go inside,” said Frolline, tidying up her messy hair. Before the car door was open, it looked instantaneously preventing.

“I was jealous to see Ditya approaching you. I see it all around you again. I will make calculations with him,” Threatens Firstan.

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Ditya just finished his soaking event. Still wrapped in a bathrobe, the handsome man came out of his room while holding a cellphone.

Smiles spread on the lips, before contacting the Frolline number. They had just met, but he had already missed her.

Repeatedly dialed the new phone number he gave, but none of his calls were received by Frolline.

“He anywhere?” moaning Ditya, frowning his forehead. Throwing rough his expensive cell phone on the bar table. Return to grab a bottle of wine and pour it into the crystal glass.

Just as he was about to enjoy the wine to temper his irritation, the sound of the elevator shifted his gaze.

Ting!

Appears Matt with someone he doesn't know yet. Ditya looked back at the astonishment.

“Bos!” greet Matt.

“This is one of my regular men watching Miss Frolline,” Matt continued.

Hearing the name of Frollie, Ditya was instantly focused and excited. Smiling kindly at the young man with his black leather jacket and fierce face.

“What's up?” tanyakanya. Still with a glass of wine, he threw his tired body on the sofa.

“Sorry Boss. I want to report. I couldn't get a picture of him, because it was too dark and it happened in the car.”

“Tell what you saw,” command Ditya. His face turned serious. Seeing a piece of story from Matt's men, it must not be good news to be delivered.

“The girl kissed a man in the car, in her yard,” the story with a downcast face.

And prang!!! A glass becomes a victim. Ditya rubbed his face with both hands. His emotions were provoked just by hearing Frolline kissing.

“Stay watch over the girl!” ditya's orders, catch his breath trying to dampen his anger. Grab a cell phone and look for a photo of someone in the gallery.

He throws his phone at Matt.

“Show him Matt!” edith Ditya, asked her assistant to show a photo of Firstan stored on her phone.

“If the man dares to touch the girl again, you can break his legs and hands right then and there. Keep Frolline, lest anyone touch her!” ditya's orders in a tone full of anger.

“Good Boss!”

“You can come out now!” ditya's orders.

Matt who was still standing looked on as if he understood that his young master still needed his presence. He did not shift a bit from where he stood.

“Tightening escorts on Frolline. As much as possible do not let Firstan touch it.”

“I don't believe in brengs”ek's nephew. Not only her brother, I'm afraid she impregnated her sister too,” said Ditya full of anger.

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