Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 19: The fight continues

Ditya's luxury penthouse feels lonely. The owner has somehow disappeared since then. Not long after his nephew's departure, the handsome Om also left. Leaving Matt and a female assistant waiting for Frolline asleep in one of the rooms at the Ditya Halim Hadinata residence.

Inside the room, Frolline began to wake up from her sleep. Struggling and trying to adjust his gaze. His head was a little dizzy, unable to be forced to get up. As soon as his consciousness gathered perfectly, his heart thumped.

Deg—

“Where is this? How am I supposed to be here?”

A series of questions filled his mind. Get up and sit, spreading his gaze. The room was quite spacious, partly surrounded by glass, showing the view of the skyscraper. Her beauty is amazing.

Slowly Frolline collected back the messy puzzle pieces, after being satisfied to admire the interior of the room where he was. When the puzzle was perfectly arranged, he immediately ran out after making sure his clothes were still perfectly intact. Not lacking one bit. Whole as ever, still as when he came and visited the house of his boss.

Bruk!

Forcibly opened the door of the room door and looked for a figure he could question. What happened to him, he had to find out. As he circulated his gaze, his eyes caught the figure of Matt sitting on the living room sofa.

“Matt, what happened?” asked Frolline like a confused person. His hands were still massaging his dizzy temple plan.

“Nona Frolline was suddenly knocked unconscious,” Matt's story, calmly. The man is adept at lying, can control his breath and movement to look natural.

“Oh ... Then where is Ditya?” ask Frolline again. Back to look around. There was no one in the luxury penthouse. Throughout the eye the views are only spoiled with luxurious interiors, complete with views of the capital from a height.

“Young master is out. There is little business,” said Matt, casually. Sip the orange juice she ordered on the housekeeper.

“Then I want to go home,” said Frolline. His eyes looked back, the bag that had gone with him.

“What not to wait for young master first, Miss. I don't want to be blamed if suddenly Miss disappears from her residence,” said Matt reasoned.

“I have to go to my brother's house, Matt. Brother Angell invited me to his new home,” explained Frolline, removing the phone from the bag that was lying down on the sofa. She had to call her mother, ask for her brother's new home address.

No more hunting if he has to go home. It will save time, go straight to the house of the brother.

The fingers lentiknya nimble moving here and there. Gently scraping over his thin phone screen. As soon as Angella's name appeared there, a glimmer of a smile flashed on her lips. Stick the device in the ear, while staring at one by one the details of the room that must be the result of an expert touch.

The sound of the elevator door averted her eyes, along with a loud cry of Angella's voice that had been connected.

“Fro, why haven't you been to my place?” angella sounded annoyed.

“Eh.. Sis, shareloc yes,” pinta Frolline, his gaze was fixed on Ditya who just came out of the elevator door.

“Oke, soon yes.”

Frolline turned off her call, choosing to wait for her brother to send her an address. Ditya who spread a smile, seemed to walk over.

“You've looked fine, Fro. I panicked when I saw you fall earlier,” continued Ditya.

Frolline just nodded.

“Pak, I want to say goodbye,” said Frolline, grabbed his bag and hung it on his shoulder.

“Tung-wait Fro, where are you going?” ditya asked, grabbing the girl's hand and holding her back to stay in place.

“You want to go to your sister's place?” ditya asked, removing her soft cheque from the hands of the beautiful girl who had made her go crazy all day. Had he not remembered his principles, he would have followed Matt's advice. Trouble holding it, until finally he moved Frolline from his room, so that his bad thoughts could not be realized.

Signed as a normal guy, he can still be tempted by a beautiful girl with smooth thighs and sexy. However, just tempted, now more able to control his common sense. Maybe this is where men need to have strong principles. Otherwise, it will fall too.

However, despite all that, he was unwilling to obtain Frolline in an instant manner. The struggle will make him more appreciative. The struggle was also a form of appreciation for women who he considered not most women. Frolline is worth fighting for, not being forced into.

If he forced to snatch the Frolline in the easiest way, his household would not be much different from his nephew's household. The most important thing is to get his heart, not his body. If he could touch Frolline's heart, he would get both.

“Yes, excuse me,” said Frolline, trying to escape.

“We go together. Angell also invited me,” explained Ditya, pointing to a giant flower arrangement lying just like that on an island table that blends with the family room.

Hearing Ditya's explanation, Frolline's footsteps came to a halt.

“Angell lives here too. We don't need to hurry, I have to change clothes first.” Ditya rushed to his room with a smile not separated from his handsome face.

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The doorbell was startling, two families were gathering at Angell's apartment. There was the Gunawan family and Samudra who were having a warm chat in the living room.

“Fro, have you arrived?” angell asked, his gaze turning to the handsome figure standing next to his sister. Stunned looked at the man with his expensive perfume fragrance and classy simple look.

Ditya looks ordinary, but if calculated all that sticks to the body of the man can get dozens or even hundreds of avanza cars or not-don't be able to buy a Bentley GT continental series.

“Which woman is not crazy about him. If it wasn't for First, maybe he would also be queuing up in the front row, Angell's inner”.

“Om Ditya,” call him slowly, please let both of them in. Smiling receives a giant flower arrangement offered by Ditya for her.

As a woman and the older brother of Frolline, this time he claimed to be jealous just by seeing the burly back into his luxury apartment and again a gift from the Om.

“Mami!” pekik Frolline hugged Marisa as soon as she joined. Marisa smiled in welcome, but her gaze was on Ditya who was standing behind her daughter like a personal bodyguard.

Finished hugging the mother, Frolline greeted Samudra, the man she used to call papi since she could learn to talk.

Seen from the direction of the kitchen Firstan came out, with a tray containing snacks. His smile dimmed when he saw the presence of Frolline. The dim turned sad when he realized the arrival of Frolline along with his Om, Ditya.

The sadness turned to anger as his eyes clashed with Ditua Halin, Hadinata. If he could he would take the man to a death duel, fighting life and death. This was about his pride being trampled by his own uncle. Regardless Frolline was a hidden lover but the girl was still his.

“I'll teach him a lesson!!” firstan said with full of anger, putting the tray of snacks rough. The look of the reddened eyes clearly showed the emotions that had been in the crown.

“Here you!” Imstan instantly blocked his own uncle's neck, pulling the resigned smiling man away from the crowd of people. There was a scream Marisa who was afraid to find her son suddenly break out.

“First, what are you doing. Let go of him Om-mu!” marisa's nagging, running through both of them.

“He's a jerk guy, Mi!! He could have humbled Frolline,” on Fire, amid anger. His hand still continues to forcefully pull the expensive T-shirt Ditya.

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