Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 133: Tradition of one month of birth

Month passed.

Cute baby Dragon is already wearing red clothes with his new hair. Ditya shaved off his son's hair as one of the symbols in the Man Yue tradition or the feast of red eggs. Celebrations for babies who turn one month old. At this event, Ditya invited several friends to introduce his first son.

Mama Lily looked busy in the kitchen, boiling eggs and staining them so that they became a deep redness. For his grandson, according to tradition he had to prepare eggs in plural quantities. And the egg will be divided along with other parcels to the guests.

Angella looks busy teasing Dragon who is put to sleep in a baby box, in the living room. Together with his girlfriend who is none other than Ditya's best friend, the two tease baby Dragon who looks very cheerful with his new appearance.

And Frolline, the young mother standing in front of the apartment window, tightened her thick jacket while staring at the streets of London that had entered winter. It did not appear snow, but the temperature of the air had already made the bones ache. The electric fireplace was already lit in one corner of the room.

“Fro, why stand here?” ask Ditya. Suddenly the man had already hugged Frolline's shoulder tightly.

“I miss my mom and dad. It's been almost a year, I don't visit them anymore.” Frolline said softly. Her beautiful eyes are glazed.

“After Dragon can be invited to fly far, we return to Indonesia.”

Frolline nodded as she gently rubbed Ditya's hand that was locking her up.

“I also miss mami, papi,” continued Frolline. His gaze glared far away, looking at the cloud-covered sky and the roof of the multi-storey buildings that towered along the way.

“Not miss him?” ditya fishing line. He was sure that Frolline understood the point.

Froline. “I already have you and Dragon. I have no right to miss him anymore.”

The sentence came out lightly from Frolline's thin lips. Unlike before, every single one uttered the name of Firstan, there was a sense left behind in the heart. That name always makes the tongue go muddy. There were memories together that hugged her so tightly that it sometimes made it hard to breathe. And now, without Frolline realizing those memories evaporated over time. Remaining in the heart, but to be remembered, not to be expected again.

“I love you, Fro. Very! Since meeting you and making sure that you are the right girl, I ventured to propose to your parents at the first opportunity.”

“Hah?” Frolline turned around, looking at her husband.

“Your father immediately approved at the first meeting. He told me a lot about you. Even asked me to marry you soon, so that the household of Angella and Firstan at that time did not fall apart.”

“Do my papa know everything?” ask Frolline.

“Your father knows everything. Your forbidden relationship with Firstan. That's why papa asked me to marry you as soon as possible. Even papa helped me a lot to get you.”

“I promised your father many things. Too many, until I don't know where to start fulfilling my promise.” Ditya chuckled softly.

“Including taking care of papa's treatment and funeral?” cerca Frolline, considering Ditya spent a lot of money on it.

“Ya .. including taking care of your mama and Angella.” Ditya.

The ringing of the phone from Ditya's pocket was shocking as well as severing the chatter of the two. Ditya frowned when he found daddy contacting him through a video call connection.

“Daddy? What's up, huh?” ditya looked at Frolline.

Frolline shook her head.

“Ya, Dad ...” Ditya greeted as the father's face filled the screen of his phone. Not left for the others.

“Jin Long, how are you? Why not send me the video?” Halim asked after almost two days Ditya did not contact her. He had already missed his tiny golden dragon.

“Me and Fro are busy taking care of Dragon's one-monthly event, Dad.”

“Hair has been shaved? Ah, give him this phone. I don't need to see your face, I miss my grandson.”

“What I sent Matt to London. Especially to help me hold the phone for my grandson.” Halim said quietly, while considering her silly idea.

“Hahaha .. no need, Dad.”

“Women don't know what they're doing? Did he trouble my grandson? If he troubles Jin Long, I don't mind if you throw him into the English Channel.” Halim.

Huh?” Ditya frowned.

Mama Lily suddenly pulled her son's hand and pointed the phone at her own face.

“Hmm, I'm busy making red eggs.” Mama Lily replied with a sniffle. Ever since Dragon was born, Mama Lily's position was above the wind. Sometimes, he did not hesitate anymore to oppose Halim. The tiny baby was able to raise his status indirectly.

“Bring this phone to my grandson. I'm sick of seeing your insignificant faces. Doesn't feel Jin Long has been a month ..”

“Yes, because you don't take care of it, don't hear it screaming every night. For us here, a month is like a year, Ko,” complained Mama Lily.

“Speak show me, I've missed him.” Halim.

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Almost half an hour of Halim's voice echoed in the apartment's living room. The old man never got tired of talking to himself, when his grandson did not even respond because he did not understand at all. Gawai Ditya finally changed hands when Halim was satisfied chattering with Dragon.

“Ko, when do you guys return to Indonesia?” ask Halim. His voice sounded weak and teary. Passing nine full moons apart from his only son, Halim felt her life empty.

Although Ditya's departure is different from Marisa's departure, still half her soul floated. Increasing age, his ego is also required to decrease. Times have changed, not just young people who are required to give up. There comes a time, he also has to weaken in front of the children. The world was no longer in his grasp, but vice versa. His vulnerable body was already within the grasp of the harsh world, which at any time could blow him away at any moment.

At the age of seven heads, he was enjoying the remaining seconds. He was once sorry, but he was quite proud of his achievements. In the old days, he would not trouble his grandchildren. He had even prepared everything, until he died. He did not want to burden his descendants.

Both of his hands managed to prepare a future for his son and grandson. Hopefully his descendants in the future do not experience difficulties as he experienced. Halim Group is bigger than ever. Indeed, all the results of his efforts and hard work were not brought to death, but he was happy enough to bequeath all to children and grandchildren.

Hopefully with education, adab and mental readiness taught since themselves to his children, his descendants can bring his company more worldwide and his name is still remembered by everyone. Not lost along with himself who melted together with wet soil and dry grass.

Because when life is taken from the body, Halim Hadinata's body is just a cold tombstone. No matter how expensive his grave, no matter how fancy his tombstone, he was already nothing. The treasures and big names he had all this time, would be useless when he died. The only thing that keeps him in the world is when his children become great people and carry his name in every achievement and achievement.

“Ko ..” Halim greeted back when she did not hear the answer from Ditya.

“I don't know yet, Dad.” Ditya answered briefly, his gaze turning to Frolline.

“After Chinese new year, First will get married. I hope, you can return to Indonesia and attend her wedding.” Halim.

Deg— Ditya's gaze was on the wife sitting next to him. There was no change at all on Frolline's face, but Ditya could not guess how his wife felt at this moment.

“Why so sudden?” Ditya asked while glancing towards his wife.

“First is no longer young. I betrothed her to the House's granddaughter, Sandra's niece. And First did not refuse. They were engaged two months ago.” Halim continued.

“Wedding will be held in Surabaya, Jakarta and Pangkal Pinang. I'm lucky, the House does not pull long the problem of cancelling your match and is willing to fix our relationship that had fallen apart.

“Yes, I will be home when First gets married,” said Ditya confirmed.

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