Crazy Rich Looking for Love
Chapter 13: Watching too much infotainment
After hearing the incoming report about Frolline, Ditya again contacted the girl through his mobile phone. Heard the ringtone repeatedly, with no one receiving his call. His sense of urgency peaked.
“Where is he?” tanyanya. Matt, who was still sculpting, could only smile. The first time seeing his boss is careless because his call is not answered by a girl. Usually he is the one who often ignores the calls of the girls.
“Maybe asleep, Boss. Or ...” Matt's sentence hangs, hesitant to go ahead. Worrying will trigger emotions that have heated up before.
“Or what?” Ditya stared here.
“Or still ... still imagined a kiss with her lover, Boss!” matts said, straight down.
Prepare to receive the anger of Ditya who will soon slide free, loose. And sure enough, he not only got a cynical look, but the swearing and nagging fruit from the jealousy of the master who tried to disguise.
“I want to cool the brain first,” said Ditya, opening the glass door on the right side of the room. Without further ado, he instantly opened the bathrobe that wrapped his stocky body. Immerse yourself in a private pool that immediately presents a view of the capital at night.
“This is only the beginning, Boss. Going forward will be more emotionally draining and stirring up feelings,” explained Matt, shouting from the edge of the pool. Ditya still has not seen his appearance, still drowning himself in the pool.
Hening— no answer. It didn't take long for water ripples to be heard as Ditya came to the surface.
“Bos, it looks like we need to send a wind repel package in bulk from the factory,” firmly Matt seriously. Given the best-selling products of their companies that have tested their functions and efficacy.
“Hah?! For what?” Ditya still did not understand the assistant's subtle innuendo.
“Be careful, Boss. In the future I'm sure the Boss will often soak at night,” said Matt, shut up. Trying to hold back his laughter that was about to come out,
“Lack of you, Matt.” Anger Ditya lured back. With a rough movement, splash the pool water towards his assistant. Matt walked away, choosing to prepare a towel and a change of clothes for the employer.
“Ckckckck ... new 30s want to fall in love, yes this is how it does. Shame on the same SD child whose age is still counted fingers, but already know how to fall in love with millions feels,” said Matt, stepping away from the penthouse.
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Frolline went into his house still carrying a shopping bag. Stepping in the living room, his father called to sit down and talk.
“What are you doing out there?” gunawan asked, frowning his forehead. It's been too long just to drive guests home.
“Sit!” pinta Gunawan, pointing at one of the empty seats in front of him. From the inside direction appeared Angella who was preparing to return to her penthouse.
“Pa, I'll go home first. Where's First?” she was astonished, not seeing her husband's presence.
“Your husband was saying goodbye earlier,” said Gunawan, glancing towards his youngest daughter.
“Oh.. yes already. I brought my own car. I'm home, Pa,”.
While walking out Angella still yelled to say goodbye to her mother. “Ma, I pamit.”
However, just about to step out, he turned around again staring at his only sister.
“Oh yes Fro, if you have time to stop by our new penthouse. Wedding gift from Om Ditya. How wow! You know, I'm neighbors with the beautiful back and forth,” story Angella persuasias. Happiness was clearly visible on his face.
“Wah, so cool Brother Angell!”said Frolline tergaga. I could hardly believe what her sister was saying.
“According to mommy, Om Ditya also lives in the same building. However, the penthouse Om Ditya is more spacious and luxurious again,” continued Angella.
“I'll invite you this weekend. All of us gather at my place.” Angella forgot her original plan to go home, instead chatting at length with her sister.
From inside the house came the mother carrying a cup of warm tea for her husband.
“This is Pa,” he said as he placed the cup on the table.
“Ma, later mama who cook only yes. I miss mama's cooking. Lazy if you have to order outside,” pinta Angella again, who previously told his plan first with the mother.
Madam Gunawan nodded. “Come home quickly. Where's your husband?” tanyanya, circulating his gaze to find the existence of Firstan.
“Papa said, he's gone home first. I'll bring my own car. Bye mama,” his prestige immediately sauntered out while waving his hands at Frolline.
“What husband is it! The pregnant wife was told to go home alone,” grumbled the mother, looking pity on her daughter.
“You too! Still sticking to First. She is your sister-in-law,” said mama Frolline cynically.
Frolline just lowered her head, tightly grasping the shopping bag in her hand. He was also confused by his current state. Confused by his own feelings.
“Fro, stop messing around. From tomorrow, work. If you are not interested in joining papa company, you can join other companies.”
“I don't want to. I want to take a cake making course soon,” reject Frolline.
Gunawan did not argue, instead offering a business card.
“My friend is in need of some staff in his company, papa see you fit to join there,” explained Gunawan, sipping warm tea made by his wife.
“Tomorrow come to that company, meet the director. It's not a small company. You will be placed in one of the divisions that match your abilities.”
“I'm not interested at all, Pa.” Frolline refused.
The mother who always spoiled her youngest daughter also issued an opinion.
“Already Pa, leave him with his wish. After all, he's not working nor is it okay. We are not short of money.”
“For this time according to papa. What you want to be, every day just sleeping at home. Look Angella, learn from your sister!” gunawan pinta.
“Tomorrow, you must come to that company. Papa has made an interview appointment for you,” stressed Gunawan.
“Back to your room now! Don't let it not come!”
Frolline was unwilling to argue anymore, the girl rushed towards the room. However, something in his hand caught the attention of his mother.
“What in your hand is Fro? Where did you get it?” tanyanya, curious.
Frolline who had just stood up, turned around and placed the gift from Ditya on the table.
“That's a gift from Ditya,”.
Without turning her head, she left the shopping bag containing the expensive phone just like that.
“What is this?” said Mrs Gunawan dismantle the contents of the grocery bag. The soul of the kepo and his curiosity churned for a moment. As soon as he took out the cell phone box, his eyes were rounded. Throwing a look of disbelief at her husband.
“Pa, the man must have meant our daughter,” he said, pointing to the expensive mobile phone box in front of the husband.
Gunawan. Doesn't answer and looks mediocre. For a long time, even at the first meeting of Ditya and Frolline, Gunawan could read all. He's a man who's been eating the salt acid of life. By looking at the way Ditya looked at her daughter, she already knew the intentions veiled within.
With a rough sigh, the man again sipped the remaining tea in his cup.
“He's a good man, responsible. Not everyone gets to know him from close.”
“What do you mean. You agree that he's approaching our Fro?” tuding the mother upset.
“Papa agree?!” ask again to make sure.
Hening—
Gunawan did not express his opinion at all. Calmly looked at his wife who was starting to get emotional.
“Don't think I'm just hanging out with the pot and cauldron, I don't know the outside world. Until whenever I disagree, the rich man approaches my daughter.”
“You mean?” ask Gunawan wonder.
“His world is different from ours. Maybe you only see from the football in the business world, but I see it from other glasses. There were how many beautiful women around him. How many women have slept with him. Moreover, they were not just ordinary women. There are artists, models and conglomerate princesses. His lifestyle is different with ours.”
“No-no. I won't allow Frolline with him. Fro was a child, only 22 years old, the man was old. Doesn't suit my daughter. I don't agree! He'll just play Fro.”
“You watch too much infotainment. Too often read the gossip media!” namel Gunawan, staring cynically at his wife.
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