Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapters 120. Spring in the Netherlands

Halim Hadinata sat on the sofa clutching tightly onto her fine lacquer-lined wooden stick. The look on the old man's eyes was so slicing, staring intently at his second wife. Heavy breathing indicates that he is not in good condition. His personal assistant and doctor were seen standing guard not too far from where he was sitting.

Yes, he is currently at the residence of Ditya, the favorite son who disappeared a few hours ago. Accompanied by his first wife, he flew to Jakarta to see for himself what happened after getting reports from his men.

In the morning, the elderly man was shocked by the news that filled the television about the red Lamborghini Aventador car accident with a police number that he was very familiar with. Attempted to contact Ditya's phone, but it was off. The people he hired to watch over his son and son-in-law were unable to provide any useful information. He's kecolongan.

“Call Zoe and Matt here!” His voice was trembling, but it still sounded terrible. Trying to stand up, Halim trembled holding her weight on the wooden stick. Both his wives could only stare in silence. Sit side by side, ready to receive anger and punishment.

“Be careful, Mr.” Joe hurriedly approached and propped up his master's body.

Before long, Matt appeared with a downcast face. He knows he and Zoe will be held accountable.

“Tell me what happened?” halim asked as the two assistants faced him.

“I don't know anything, Sir,” says Zoe.

Halim smiled cynically. “Means you know best!” accuse Halim, stripping Matt with scary eyes.

“Sorry, Sir ...”

“Don't tell me you don't know anything, Matt! I know you are most loyal to Ditya,” Halim said, throwing a wooden stick at Matt. Luckily the assistant avoided it. Otherwise, it could be certain that the stick would have fattened his body.

“Sorry, Sir ...” Matt glanced at his wrist. Ditya and Frolline no longer exist in Indonesia. Chances are already in Changi, Singapore to wait for the next flight to Schiphol, the Netherlands. The assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

“Say!” shouted Halim with a hoarse voice.

“My people have searched all over the hospital. There is no Ditya. The car was clearly his car. Say!” shout Halim.

“Sorry, Sir, I don't know. I just drove Mrs Frolline to the airport. Mr. Ditya is not with me. He brought his own car. So I don't know where my employer is now.”

“Breng’sek!” Halim cursed while dropping her body onto the sofa. He massaged his pulsating temple. His chest began to cramp and feel pain.

Steps were heard approaching as the elevator doors opened. A well-built man came in with a letter and a cell phone in hand.

“Master, I found this in the office,” he explained without further ado. Proposing his findings while searching Ditya's office.

“Mobil has also been pulled from the location. Everything is done my man.”

“Cek to airport. Ditya sent his wife to the airport, possibly out of Indonesia. Send people to England and Germany. Ask for the address from Joe. It is likely that the child will bring his wife to both countries. He wants to go where else,” Halim's orders, while thrusting a phone at Joe. His personal assistant knows exactly what to do. Halim is old, his head will get dizzy when it has to ruffle Ditya's smartphone.

With trembling hands, Halim opened the letter inside the envelope. His heart ached more when he found Ditya's resignation letter. The paper fell to the floor, Halim's breathing became even more congested. Hands squeezing his chest, he tried to strengthen himself. The private doctor who had been silent since, hurriedly approached and checked.

“There was a video recording from Young Master Ditya,” Joe said. Just sober, Halim was immediately excited.

“Connect!” halim's orders while leaning on the sofa. Sipped a glass of warm water that just offered his first wife. His feelings were much calmer, although his condition had not improved.

Joe nodded.

The smart tv screen in the living room already displays videos connected from Ditya's phone. The video has not yet been taken, but it appears that Ditya is kneeling on the floor in a full work suit. Judging from the background, it is certain that Ditya took the recording in his study.

“Dad ...” There was a Ditya sound as soon as Joe shifted the phone screen and ran the motion picture and sound of it.

Mama and Mommy Ditya raised their eyes. Different reactions were seen from the faces of the two women. If Mama Ditya looks devastated, sad and disappointed. A different reaction was shown by Meliana Hadinata. The woman who looked beautiful in her twilight age looked ordinary. Even if researched further, there was a happy twinkle on his wrinkled face.

“I'm sorry, Dad. I can't be a dependable son, let alone be proud. I can't be filial to you.”

“I know I was wrong. I've taken steps that have left you disappointed and hurt, Dad. I just want to give my best for my son. Like Daddy said to me all this time. What Daddy does, is solely out of affection and wants to give the best to Daddy's children. And I did the same.”

Ditya appeared to cry in the video recording, bowed while wiping her tears.

“My wife is not comfortable with this situation. And it will affect her pregnancy. I just want to make them comfortable. I just want to make sure my son .. who is also your grandson was born safely.”

“I've spoken to Marisa .. She agreed to come back to you and help take care of the company. I don't mind if Daddy wants to give my place to her or your granddaughter, Firstan. I really don't mind.”

“No need to look for me, Dad. I must have come home with my son and wife to beg your forgiveness and blessing. I will forever remain Ditya Halim Hadinata. I'm still Lim Rung Wei. My son will carry your name in his name. He will carry our family name within him. I am a Lim and my children will be born into the next generation of the Lim family. Even if I am not with you now, I will still remember all your advice. Wherever I am, I will keep your good name. I won't embarrass you, Dad.”

The video ended with Ditya kneeling down and bowing and saluting his father.

“I might get my daughter, but have to lose my son.” Halim's voice choked, staring at Meliana.

“Congratulations for you. Finally your daughter is back,” said Halim. The old man's eyes were heating up. Tears fell on her wrinkled cheeks. He cried, regretting Dita's decision.

“From now on I will take over the leadership of Halim Group. If your daughter returns, please take the position of representative.”

Meliana jerks. I did not expect her husband to be active in the company again. It was unexpected at all that Marisa would only take second place, even when Ditya had announced his resignation.

“Ko, are you sure of your decision?” ask Meliana hesitatingly.

Halim nodded. “Halim Group belongs to the Lim family. Belonging to my father. This is his fight. I can't let Halim Group fall into the hands of others, while my descendants still exist.”

“If Ditya does not want this position, I will pass it on to my grandson from Ditya. He is more entitled to this position than Marisa. Because Ditya's son was a Lim, different from Marisa's son. Although Firstan is my grandson, he is not a Hadinata Halim anymore. Firstan is not part of the Lim family,” stressed Halim.

“Ko, Marisa your daughter. First of all is your grandson.”

“I don't mind them joining, even if you want to share your shares with them, I don't mind. However, you must remember, I am the majority shareholder. And Ditya just resigned. My son did not discuss his shareholding. Ditya still has a stake in the company despite resigning from his position. I know, you secretly handed over 10% of your shares to Frolline. And don't forget, 10% of the shares held by outsiders. My decision has been round,” said Halim.

“Those who will occupy the top position are only those who carry the name Halim Hadinata in him, if you disagree, please scuttle my decision in your own way. I don't disown Marisa as my daughter, you certainly understand my reasons,” Halim said.

Halim turned to look at his second wife. “Back in Germany, find your son. Let him go home! Never set foot in Indonesia before Ditya meets me!”

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Dozens of hours in the air, crossing the night in the skies of Asia and Europe, finally Ditya and Frolline stepped foot in Schiphol International Airport, located south of Amsterdam or precisely in the Haarlemmermeer gemeente. Schiphol Airport is also one of the entrances to the European continent.

The atmosphere of the morning was still dim as the plane landed smoothly in the country famous for its windmills and tulips. The apron lights are still bright, even though the time has shown at six in the morning.

The spring breeze greeted the two as they walked out of the cabin of the plane towards the arrival hall. Ditya and Frolline still had to take care of everything with the immigration officer before stepping into the arrivals hall.

“Ko ..” Frolline who was still holding back the drowsiness, grabbed her husband's arm spoiled. He could not sleep well on the plane, so now his eyes are sleepy.

“A minute, Schatzi. After this we have to find my friend. I asked him to bring a car for me to pick us up.”

“Emm ...” Frolline muttered while leaning on Ditya's shoulder. Eyes closed.

“You're hungry, honey?” ask Ditya. The presence of their baby in the womb Frolline makes Ditya's attention growing.

“Let's go, Ko. I'm so sleepy,” says Frolline.

“Ya. Come.” Ditya who was already wearing a long coat, spread out both sides of her thick jacket and let Frolline infiltrate her chest.

“Koko ...” Frolline according. Twisted both hands around Ditya's waist. And Ditya warmed the wife with a tight hug.

“What is convenient like this?” ask Ditya.

Frolline nodded.

“We look for a hotel, after that you can sleep as much, Fro. Later in the day, Koko will take you to Keukenhof.” Park

“Hah? What place is it, Ko?” ask Frolline

“Koko will take you to see the expanse of tulips in the city of Lisse. It's the biggest flower garden. There are many types of flowers that are blooming. You are lucky to arrive in the Netherlands in spring ..” Ditya.

“I want to see snow, Ko.” Frolline said slowly. During his stay in Indonesia, the thing he wanted to see the most was snow.

“Hahaha, snow is still a long time, Schatzi. This is a new spring. When you give birth, you enter winter. We will see snow in the UK. Winter it's nothing, honey. All places are covered in snow. We can't go anywhere, just at home, sitting in front of the fireplace. Playing with the snow. At that time you will give birth or maybe our baby is born. Already can not warm each other on the bed.”

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