Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 21: The Accident

Almost a week Frolline did not enter the office after breaking up with Firstan as well as the day that Ditya expressed his intentions and desires in front of his extended family.

All this time, no one was talking. Both papa and mama Frolline, as well as Ditya himself. The handsome man was lost in the earth. No contact at all, no calls on his phone by Matt, questioning why he didn't go to work.

With an orange suit, Frolline walked into the office building without any guilt. He was ready to put his heart back together. Come to think of what kind of man he is. A week ago wept howling, and now he could offer a smile to Matt.

Yes, his fellow assistant was seen sitting casually on the sofa in Ditya's workroom. There is no visible nose especially the appearance of Ditya who is now turned into his superior during office hours.

“Matt, how are you?” asked Frolline shamelessly. Already ditching without notice let alone a doctor's certificate,

“Good, Miss. How are you, Miss?” ask Matt smile.

“Good.” Short answer while pulling a chair that is right in front of the chairman of the greatness of the director.

“Young master has not been to the office for a week,” said Matt, telling. Sontak made Frolline turn her eyes. Surprised mixed strangely, Matt the assistant not held Ditya with him.

“Young master returns to Surabaya, his mother's birthday. While monitoring the development of the new factory there,” explained Matt again.

The cute girl who looked thinner from the last meeting just nodded. Not asking further.

“Before young master would bring Miss Frolline along with him, meet papa and his mother in Surabaya,” explained Matt.

“However, it looks like Miss Frolline is not in good condition, so the young master decided to leave for Surabaya accompanied by a bodyguard only. Asking me to stay in Jakarta to look after Miss,” Matt continued.

The man looked smiling, there were many words he wanted to say. His tongue is a tongue. I think this is the place where he talks. But the goodwill of her employer that had never been considered, made her feel pity.

“Nona Frolline, it may sound strange, but young master Ditya is serious with all his sayings all along. If you may ask for a little space in your heart, may consider all that the young master has done for you.”

“Sorry, but I don't feel like he's doing anything for me. I don't love her. I keep working here just to keep my professional sika in the job. After three months, I have decided to resign,” said Frolline with great steadiness.

“By the way, when is Ditya back?” asked Frolline who was starting to feel uncomfortable sitting still.

The plan is tomorrow, but I haven't got any certainty. Still waiting for the next news. There is info young master wants to go directly to Singapore, meet with his coworkers there,” explained Matt.

The man who has been Ditya's assistant for two years is not new to the Halim Hadinata family. Matt had previously been in charge of assisting the great lord Halim Hadinata. But since Halim Hadinata resigned slowly from the company and settled more in Surabaya, Matt was asked to accompany his son.

Frolline was speechless, a little bit of Matt's words imprinted on her heart. Even though he had no sense, yet he still had the brain to think.

The silence created in the room, interrupted by the loud ringing of the cell phone from the Frolline slig bag. Matt who was closing his eyes, immediately opened his hearing, to find out all the things related to the sweet girl adjaan his master. That way, he could report everything to Ditya, with nothing to miss.

As soon as Froline took out the phone from inside the bag, the name of Firstan appeared on the flashing screen. Stuck in place, between accepting, rejecting or ignoring. Right now, that was the only option the girl who looked injured could take. As soon as his brain was connected to the name of Firstan, his sadness returned.

“Iya First,” greet Frolline with a vibrating voice resisting crying. Almost a week they did not meet, even all the phone calls from him always ended with the operator girl whose voice was teasing. Firstan rejected all the teleonic calls from her.

Several times Angella stopped by the house, but Firstan did not come with her. The man was no less mysterious, disappearing without any news.

“Quick to hospital. Papa had an accident. I'll send you the address,” Shouted Firstan in a panicked tone.

Matt could only scream in astonishment. Repeatedly called out the name Frolline but the girl did not seem to hear. Even Frolliner galloped away leaving him without a message.

***

Riding his car at above-average speed, splitting the streets of the capital. The sound of the horn almost without pause, Frolline tried to ask for a way on other riders.

Arriving at the hospital, he still had to run towards the IGD room. From a distance she could see her sister, Angella who was crying in the arms of Firman.

“What happened?” asked Frolline when she was among the couple. His breath was still wheezing, with sweat still pouring down his forehead.

“Fro, papa accident,” says Angella with a body full of wounds. Fresh blood filled his work clothes.

“What happened?” ask Frolline a little louder. His gaze was blankly staring towards the door of the IGD-covered room.

“Me and papa are on their way to Bandung today. It just so happened that Dad was carrying a car. From the opposite direction, suddenly there is a container-laden truck that hit the road divider and hit our car,” explained Angella sobbing. Occasionally wiping his rough tears with hands mixed with fresh blood. Either his blood or Papa's.

“And the car was right crashing on the side of the driver.” Angella's cry broke, grabbing onto Firstan's body, spilling her grief and tears on the husband's shoulder.

“Then, how papa?” tanya Frolline tried hard.

“Papa unconscious. Papa's condition.” Angella was unable to speak. Back crying violently, his body shook and squeezed. Lucky there was Firstan there, if not certain Angella's body collapsed to the floor.

“Call doctor!” firstan shouted in panic, as she saw Angella faint. Either that shout was to command whom, aimed at whom. At the time, there was only Frolline.

***

Frolline was sitting in front of the ICU room. For almost three hours he sat alone and could only wait. Ever since his father was declared critical and and unconscious, he could only be pensive. To this extent, he had not dared to contact his mother. There was no power to preach this bad news to her mother.

No Firstan accompanied him. The man was waiting for Angella in the treatment room. His sister was still in shock, with minor injuries almost all over his body. Especially now that Angella is pregnant, it makes Firstan panic.

Long silent just looking at one point. Since then, Frolline's gaze was only on the door of the ICU room that did not open and gave good news for him. While biting the tip of his fingernails to expel evil thoughts and fear. He was alone, not yet having the courage to tell the other family, until there was certainty about the condition of his father.

Especially considering his mother who has a history of heart disease. It made him reluctant to tell stories. This bad news could have made the condition of his mother deteriorate.

The sound of footsteps stepping in the hospital corridor, distracted him. He had hoped it was a doctor who would inform the development of his papa condition. However, hope does not match reality.

There was Ditya who was accompanied by Matt and his two bodyguards walked over, slashing the distance between them. The handsome man looked panicked and chaotic. With casual t-shirts and jeans, messy and not as neat as usual.

Once the distance stayed a step, Ditya immediately hugged tightly to Frolline. “Don't worry, Fro. Everything's gonna be fine. I'll take care of it for you,” whispered softly, bowing. Hugging the Frolline sitting in the front seat of the ICU room.

***

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