Crazy Rich Looking for Love

124: Berlin

“Ma, aren't you afraid of your blood raving up continuously?” Ditya got up from his seat and grabbed his wife's hand to follow his steps.

“Ko, where are you going?” mama asked Ditya trying to hold back the footsteps of his son and daughter-in-law. He was not satisfied to take out his heart.

“Ke room. I'm sleepy hearing your state speech. Please continue with your duties.” Ditya walked away with his leisure

Buk up! A sofa cushion floated up and landed right on Ditya's head. Falling to the floor after having hit the body of the prospective father.

“What else, Ma?” gerutu Ditya upset.

“I haven't finished talking, you've brought Fro a run,” grumbled Mama Ditya.

“Your discussion is useless. I understand my mistake, Ma. No need to repeat. I know my stupidity and selfishness right now. Your words are no longer useful to me, but can have an effect on my wife's womb. You must remember, if until Fro content is problematic, your fate is also on the edge. Your granddaughter was born safe, your status is safe. Don’t forget it!” threaten Ditya.

“You'd better help keep Fro, so that your grandson is healthy in here. Born safe, not lacking anything,” continued Ditya, rubbed flat stomach Frolline. He understood what was on his mother's mind. Therefore, Ditya tried to explain from his mother's point of view.

Mama Ditya seemed to think. What Ditya said was true as well. The baby in this Frolline is the granddaughter in Halim. Whether female or male, the baby is Halim's offspring. Especially if it is a man, Halim will be very happy to forget to breathe. His position was even more secure and untouched. Even when Halim is gone, he will take Meliana's place. In his mind, he became an important person in the family of Halim Hadinata. It is the real Nai-nai. In the blood of Ditya's son, blood flows as well. Unlike Meliana, who did not contribute at all.

“Ya, already. You guys take a break, Frolline, what do you want to do? Mama will cook for him,” asked Mama Ditya. His attitude instantly changed drastically after hearing all of Ditya's words.

“Indonesian Food, Ma. Frolline already miss complete nasi uduk, complete with anchovy beans, vegetable anointing, tempe orek, salted fish balado and others. It wants to be complete, ma. Grandchild Halim does not want half and half. Must be perfect,” Ditya said. He wanted to laugh when he saw his mother's panicked face.

“Yes God. No other food, is it? This is Germany, not Mulyorejo,” Mama Ditya was wide-eyed as she mentioned her homeland.

“That's Fro's request or the baby? In Indonesia, this food is nothing. This is Germany, Ko. Here the complete rice is very luxurious, expensive and difficult to find the ingredients. I have to get to the Asian supermaket to get all those ingredients. Tomorrow, yeah. Not now ,” reveals woman with brown sweater tightly closed to neck.

“I haven't asked clearly. That's Fro's or our baby's wish, Ma.” Ditya answered with ease.

“That's important, Ko. If it is only the desire of the baby's mother, it can still be discussed. If the desire of the baby, inevitably must be obeyed.”

“I go to the room first. I need to ask my son. It was really his wish or just want to prank Nai-nai only.”

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“Ko, what's the delay?” asked Frolline when they were already in Ditya's bedroom. Compared to the Ditya room in Surabaya or in Jakarta, this room is arguably far from luxury. The interior is typical of Europe. With rug-lined wooden floor. There is a small window facing the back garden. The room also has a room heater.

“Leave it, Fro. So that mama there is busyness and not babbling all day.” Ditya put his body on his soft bed. Both of his hands stretched out, enjoying the soft and warm gray silk sheets that wrapped around his bed.

“But it's the same as pranking mama, Ko.”

“Leave it, Fro.” He pulled Frolline's hand to lie down with him. Once his wife had laid on her back with her eyes fixed on the ceiling of the room, she immediately laid her head on Frolline's stomach.

“Rest now, Fro. You are exhausted. Let me talk to my son for a second. I need to ask him a few things,” said Ditya pulled his warm shirt and his wife's shirt up. Within seconds, Frolline's flat stomach was already plastered for real.

“Since leaving Indonesia, I feel you changed, Ko.” Frolline commented.

“Nak, let's tell papa ... what do you want? We can ask Nai-nai.” a lot of things

“During this Nai-nai has been having fun for too long, son. Come on in the moments of the birth of his grandson, let him struggle a little, dear.” He was stunned when he said the sentence right in the lower abdomen of his wife.

“Tell papa, what do you want, son. Want to ask Nai-nai to climb the top of Mount Fujiyama or swim in the Indian Ocean. Come on, don't hesitate. You can have Nai-nai climb up the statue of liberty or camp in the Amazon jungle, Papa will deliver it directly to Nai-nai.”

“Ko, don't swipe like that. Be amused,” protested Frolline as Ditya's hand rubbed her stomach. He could even feel the hand start to misbehave and venture everywhere. It creates a different sensation that arouses his passion instantly.

“Do not be noisy, Fro. Later I can forget my original purpose,” seductive Ditya smiled cunningly. The man had already started his attack again until his wife did not dwell. Not daring to protest even helpless under his dominance.

The warm swabs and caresses were getting deeper and directionless. Frolline seemed to start fretting and occasionally heard protest sentences from her tiny lips. They had just arrived, Ditya unknowingly his place started all without shame.

Although initially refused, finally Frolline softened and complied. Now his life purpose is only for Ditya and his baby. As a wife, she could only obey all her husband's will without much complaining. Given Ditya's enormous sacrifice for him and his family, the more he came here, Frolline felt increasingly unworthy of complaining and demanding.

The fierce battle of the two, it was only over after the sound of knocking on the door. Shortly afterwards, Mama Ditya's voice called out her daughter-in-law's name.

"Fro, let's eat. I've been cooking for you" he shouted casually.

Do not ask how the atmosphere in the room. It's not just sheets and blankets that are messy. Clothes everywhere.

"Fro .. are you okay?" mama asked, I began to get impatient.

"Yes, Ma." There was a scream of Ditya from the room. The man was busy looking for his trousers wrapped around his Frolline clothes, scattering on the floor.

"Where are my clothes?" asked Frolline, clutching a blanket to cover her innocent body. Her eyes were fixed on the floor looking for her clothes that Ditya threw without feeling.

"Fro, I'm in, yeah." Mama Ditya is back.

"This is one of the reasons why I prefer to stay alone" grumbled Ditya while wearing his trousers in a hurry. Hurry up to walk to the door.

"Ko, wait. I'm still not dressed," cerocos Frolline. He jumped out of bed. Follow looking for clothes and pants that overlap each other on the carpet.

"It has. You just hide under the covers. I'm gonna get rid of this PP satpol first." Ditya said while opening the door of his room.

"Ko, where's your wife? I've cooked for him." Mama Ditya barged inside without being prevented. He wanted to make sure that his daughter-in-law was okay.

"Open the door for a long time. What ...." Mama Ditya stopped walking when she discovered something was wrong and unusual in her son's room.

"Oh my God, Ko. Your wife is pregnant young. Didn't delay to prank her day and night" said Mama Ditya. Turning around, the waist stared intently at his son.

"Mama take it easy. I've implemented it according to health protocol. There will be no problem" Ditya said in self-defense.

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