Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 17: Weekend

The weekend arrives, the day the office is off but with all the tricks and tricks, Matt manages to keep Froline working. Although only light work that does not require a neat look like on a work day.

The simple girl was waiting for Matt to pick her up on the porch. On the grounds that Ditya was spending his weekend with a friend in Bali, Matt asked Frolline to accompany him to the residence of one of Ditya's colleagues to meet the lunch invitation, representing Ditya of course.

The unsuspecting Frolline immediately agreed without thinking, even though it was the weekend, the day that workers like her were comforting themselves.

Elsewhere, Ditya Halim Hadinata or Tuan Muda Halim, handsome men, singles and of course rich it stepped out the penthouse complete with sunglasses famous brand, one of the output Chopard.

“The car is ready, Boss!” Matt bowed slightly, informing his employer as he exited the main lobby. Smile on his lips, when he saw the expensive look of the employer who looks dashing with casual grooming.

Not far from where Matt stands, already parked sports car with a prancing horse logo waiting for the owner.

“You've prepared everything, right?” tanya Ditya, received the car keys from the hand of his assistant.

“Beres Boss! As planned!” matt said, smiling confidently. He had planned everything neatly.

“Good. I don't want to disappoint Gunawan. He gave me full confidence,” Ditya said before stepping into the car.

He had brought his own car today. Matt and his two bodyguards tailed in another car in the back.

When the sports car entered the yard of the Frolline house, the girl stood up and smiled at his arrival.

Looks beautiful with a simple look and what it is. The smile on the innocent and pretty face of Frolline did not last long. As soon as the handsome man who was now filling the list of people he hated got off the luxury car.

“You!” exclaiming Frolline, pointed her index finger towards Ditya.

“Pak. Call me Mr. Ditya. Our current status cannot make you call me at will. From now on call me Sir!” pinta Ditya with her arrogance.

Frolline, who is a half-disputed girl, did not just comply. He is more interested in interrogating Ditya ensuring his deceptive ill will returns a second time.

“What do you want? Where's Matt?” asked Frolline, immediately making Ditya chuckle. Since yesterday, Frolline refused to call him with a formal greeting. The head with long blonde hair looked wildly looking for the figure of the maker of the promise with him.

“Matt is in the black car,” clear Ditya, can read easily guessed Frolline's motion, can read,

“I made an appointment with Matt, not with you!” exciting Frolline.

Ditya smiled sweetly, occasionally teasing Frolline with a glance at her eyes.

“I'm off to Bali. So I figured what's wrong with me attending my partner's invitation. I came here to pick you up. According to Matt, he has already promised you, it does not feel good suddenly I canceled it unilaterally,” explained Ditya brought up the reason.

“Come!” invite him.

Hearing Ditya's words, Frolline meant to refuse. But the intention has not been conveyed, from the direction in the house out Gunawan, his smiling papa sumringah.

“Om, how are you?” greet Ditya with his chauffeur. He gave a smile to one of his supporters.

“Why not leave now? Later tonight, Fro. Not after this you will go to your brother's place, Fro,” said Gunawan.

With an annoyed grunt, Frolline rushed towards Ditya's sports car, without saying goodbye to the father. Every now and then, sighing violently, while stomping a foot to the earth. Signs in are not sincere. If only his father had not come out, he would have argued and refused to leave.

“Come!” he shouted, while hitting the hood of a sports car with a tight due to his regret.

“Don't hit him too hard, Fro. This car is expensive. If it gets abrasive, I'm afraid you have to sell yourself to me in exchange for the loss,” joked Ditya, trying to melt the atmosphere.

Since becoming Ditya's personal assistant, Frolline treated her boss unfriendly. As expected, he was fired right then and there. No need to wait another three months.

At least a dismissal is better than resigning. He did not have to pay a sum of money for violating the employment contract.

The hot atmosphere in the car, not much different from the hot weather in Jakarta today. Every now and then Ditya glanced, hoping to get a rare smile offered to him

Frolline did not make a sound, silent while playing games on his phone to fill the time. Though in fact he steals the occasional glance, admiring the sculptural beauty of God who prints the handsome face of the man next to him.

“Fro, we stopped by my place yes,” said Ditya, suddenly breaking the silence.

“Hah, what fraud is this?” grouse Frolline.

“Can't don't be so angry, Fro. I had to bring something and it left Matt at my place. After all we will visit this stay in the same place as me, just different floors,” explained Ditya.

“Ha?! Then why not just go. Why bother picking me up. Like less work!” Frolline said with a wrench.

“I'm not good to you. Matt promised. Wasting your makeup and lipstick that has been polished on your face,” said Ditya relaxed.

Since then, not a single sentence Ditya served with sweet. If possible, Frolline wanted to nag him continuously. It was fortunate that he still remembered his status that was only a personal assistant.

Frolline's lips clenched tightly when he saw the car he was riding in into a luxury apartment in the city center. Not until there, his eyes more perfectly rounded after getting out of the private elevator and set foot into the penthouse Ditya.

“Consider your own home!” said Ditya threw his car keys on the shelf. Following behind them, Matt's assistant bowed. Fearing that Frolline would spray it because it was considered fraud.

However, Matt's assumption was wrong. As soon as he saw the interior of Ditya's house, the girl was amazed. One of the wide glass walls featuring a view of Jakarta's hot sky that day was very interesting.

His frustration disappeared when staring at the private pool located outside the glass wall.

“Beauty once!” whisky Frolline.

“Three more months will be yours Miss. But if you can see the sincerity of our young master's heart, all will be yours right now, Matt's inner”, smile.

Look Matt, prepare a glass of orange juice for Frolline. Every now and then a sly smile glanced at Ditya who was standing not too far away from him. The man was sitting on the bar stool, throwing his gaze at the glass window.

With a well-conceived plan in place, Matt handed the drink to his employer's personal assistant.

“Drink first Miss Fro, it looks like Mr. Ditya still has a little business,” explained Matt, glancing towards the giant flower-sized bouquet lying on the table.

Without a single thought, Frolline took a sip of his drink, staring in awe around the room. Matt chooses to accompany the girl chatting, remembering Ditya who looks busy with his own affairs.

Not long after, a young woman walks into the penthouse.

“He's Mr. Ditya's household assistant,” explained Matt, without question.

Almost half an hour of Frolline talking to Matt. No movement from Ditya. The boss seemed busy himself. Still struggling with his phone.

“Matt, we so go?” asked Frolline, massaging her temples that were starting to feel bad. His eyes felt heavy, slightly twitching.

“In the meantime Miss Fro, waiting for Mr. Ditya to be done with his business.”

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