Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Crazy Rich Looking for Love
The extra part 1



Frolline stood in front of the mirror of her room, staring at the golden dress designed by one of Indonesia's famous designers who showed her beautiful curves. Her red cleavage was red, showing off a row of white teeth that had just received treatment yesterday afternoon.


During her marriage to Ditya, only a few days she felt into the world of her husband. Since the household, Ditya gave up a lot and tried to follow his life. And now, he was pulled into a different dimension.


Enjoying top-class facilities, from service, care, to everything attached to his body is fantastic. Even dreaming, he never expected to enter a life like this.


"Schatzi, you're beautiful today." Ditya suddenly entered the room in a pitch-black suit complete with a bow tie. Grasping a large red jewelry box.


Today is the wedding day of Istanbul. After the wedding ceremony, there will be a family event and Tea Pai followed by a reception in the evening. The peak event will be held at one of the five-star hotels, located in Central Jakarta.


"Thank you." Frolline bowed shyly, after having a chance to see the husband through the reflection of a mirror.


"We've been married for 1.5 years, why are your cheeks still flushed, Fro," asked Ditya as he hugged the slender waist of the Frolline from behind.


The man protested when he saw an open dress at the top showing off his bare shoulders and not covered anything.


"What is this?" ditya protested, clutching Frolline's shoulder possessively.


"Are you not beautiful, Ko?" asked Frolline, puzzled by her husband's reaction.


"If another woman is wearing it. .. it looks beautiful. The less material, the more attractive .. but when this dress is attached to your body, Koko becomes unwilling. All this belongs to Koko, why should it be spiced up," complained Ditya.


"Don't protest much, Ko. It's already a family uniform." Frolline explained.


"Various material, not the model. Mommy's not like this" Ditya protested.


"Don't nag, Ko. I even saw girls taking pictures with you almost innocently. Why didn't Koko protest?" Frolline's upset.


"Because they're not Koko's wife. Why protest, dear."


"That's it, don't extend it. There will be a thin cloth covering the top, Ko." Frolline explained.


Hearing the last sentence Frolline, then Ditya softened. He did not want his wife's beautiful body to be everyone's spectacle. He wants to enjoy it alone.


Seen Frolline opened the top drawer of the dressing table, grabbing a gift jewelry box from Meliana Halim.


"Ko please put it on for me" Pinta Frolline, dropped her butt on the chair and turned her back to Ditya.


The blue velvet box contains a set of diamond-studded jewelry. There are necklaces, gifts, bracelets and rings of the same model. The shine looks so expensive.


"It's so pretty, Ko," said Frolline as she looked at the embellishment arranged inside the box.


"It looks like it's one of Mommy's collections. He understands that my wife doesn't understand any of this, so lend it to you."


"Mommy gave it to me, Ko."


Deg — Ditya like slapped. During this time, she never bought her Frolline dresses and jewelry. It was one of the most important things in their lives. Once into the Halim family, Frolline will often attend various events and meetings that require her to look beautiful at every opportunity.


"I'm sorry Koko, Fro. Koko hasn't had time to fill your jewelry box and wardrobe. Some days this ... Koko is busy with the company. So there's no time for you and Dragon. For Tea Pai only ... Koko asked the secretary to buy it." Ditya pointed at the red velvet box she placed on the dressing table.


“Ya, that's what, Ko?”


“That's what you'll give to Firstan's wife during Tea Pai later. It's jewelry.”


“Then Koko will give you what?” ask Frolline confused.


Ditya looks like she took out a jewelry box smaller than her pants pocket. A ring was tucked inside. “Formality only for Tea Pai event. Koko has already gifted an apartment to both Firstan and Cia-cia, but it looks like Firstan will be staying at the house that Daddy and Mommy.” have given her


“Why else?” tanya Ditya peeped Frolline's cheek.


"I ... miss Dragon." Frolline pulled out her long hair and carried it to the left side of her body. Gave access for Ditya to put on a necklace for him.


"Oh yeah? Is our son fussy?" ask Ditya. Taking care of the company, made the man have no time for his son and wife. A year away, he had to learn many things in the company.


"In the beginning, Dragon went berserk while being held by his nanny, but now he was getting used to it. It's just .. I'm not used to it, Ko. All this time we took care of him ourselves and now have to be held by others. It feels like something is missing.” Frolline groaned.


"Yes, that's the life we live. Inevitably, we must accept it. Daddy's looking for a Dragon babysitter who speaks several languages. Daddy wants his grandson to speak many languages." Ditya explained, helping Frolline put on her gift.


"Dragon is a kid, Ko. We still have plenty of time to teach him."


"Our son will be accompanied by several teachers who will accompany him. There's a lot of things to teach early on, Fro."


"I feel it's excessive, but I can't protest, Ko. Dragon needs our touch, not someone else."


Ditya smiled. He knows what his wife objected to.


"I beg .. understand. Dragon will not lack the affection of both of us." Dita tried to explain.


"The more I come here, I feel like the Dragon is not our son anymore. My rights as a mother are like being robbed." Frolline complained again.


"I'm sorry Koko, Fro. Dragon is the future leader of Halim Group, Daddy wants the best for him."


"Stay still, Ko. Our son is six months old. Don't understand anything yet. He also wanted to make his choice later." Frolline protest.


"Coko won't argue for this, Fro. After Firstan got married, Daddy asked you to return to lead your papa company which is now under the banner of Halim Group. And if you're already active in the company, Dragon has to get used to his nannies." Ditya.


"I'm tired of living here with Daddy and Mommy. I feel like my life is a robot. The only place I'm comfortable with is this room. I can be myself. Going to sleep, somersaulting, breathing, I'm free. When I get out of our room, I feel burdened.”


"I also want to enjoy my time taking care of Dragon, Ko. Not going to work first. I'm just gonna go home to our apartment, be a housewife. Here ... I don't feel like a normal human being" protested Frolline.


Ditya chuckled as her beautiful face with graceful appearance protested to her with a sullen face, shedding a sigh that accumulated for several days of living with the in-laws. When visiting Halim in Surabaya, Frolline is not too involved for every family event. He felt welcome as a guest. And when he was treated like part of Halim's extended family, he felt uncomfortable.


"Don't protest much, Fro. Marrying anyone, you have to adapt to a new environment that may be much different from your previous environment. All this time, Koko tried to follow you. Koko please, this time give up on Koko. One day you will get used to it."


There was a deep breath and a rough grunt. Frolline again protested.


"I just want us to live alone and move into an apartment."


"Daddy won't allow it, Fro. Daddy asked us to stay here. This place is better for Dragon than our apartment above the clouds."


"So I have to stay with Daddy and Mommy for life?" Frolline slumped, patting her forehead.


"No, after the business and wedding of Firstan is over, Daddy and Mommy will return to Surabaya. Only occasionally to Jakarta when you miss Dragon."


Frolline breathed a sigh of relief, smiling. "Alright, I have no problem being patient a little more" he said, turning around and peeping Ditya's lips at a glance.


"After everything is done, we go to the doctor to confirm the contents of your stomach. I wish there was a duplicate of you in it. I want a daughter to accompany our old age." Ditya put a kiss on the top of his wife's head.


“If it's a boy again?” ask Frolline.


“Hahaha! After getting girls, we can just stop production.” Ditya.


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