Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 24: Just appreciate me

Mrs Gunawan looked pale and went into the hospital. Matt, who was walking behind her, was worried that the woman would fall and fall. Seeing a movement that is getting weaker, even when you do not know anything.

Her footsteps grew increasingly overpowered as she caught the sight of her daughter sitting side by side with the man she knew in front of the ICU room. The various bad thoughts that had floated in his mind had become more and more real.

“What is this?” he was panicked, with a sigh of consternation due to the difficulty of breathing fresh air. Standing staring at Frolline and Ditya, impatiently waiting for an answer.

Frolline instead replied, instead looking at Ditya pleading for help. I can't seem to have to tell the truth.

“Sorry Aunt, please sit down,” said Ditya. Stand up and give up the place.

After sitting quietly, then Ditya told me about the real incident. Even the information is more accurate than the info that Frolline heard from her brother. It all sounded terrible even though Ditya had already chosen the most refined words. At least he had to make sure the actual incident was disguised but the intent was conveyed.

Frolline's mother's body sagged even before the story was resolved, falling unconscious on the waiting room bench. Panic all that was there.

***

Next day.

Gunawan's condition, which remained unchanged, forced Ditya to fly him and medical equipment that remained attached to the body did not respond to Singapore. Air travel that should not be long, feels so stressful for Frolline who accompanies.

How not, when leaving the hospital, doctors have told the worst possibility if still forced to take his papa flying.

Throughout the flight, Frolline did not stop crying, leaning on Ditya's shoulder. Since yesterday, the distance that Frolline deliberately created in order to keep his distance from the handsome man.

Even now, Dityalah is the only place to lean. Leaving her frail mother in the hospital room. Too shocked to receive news of her husband being in a coma due to severe brain hemorrhage due to an accident. Leaving Angella who vinegar suffered a minor injury in the middle of her pregnancy.

And there was no one he could rely on except Ditya. The man had been with her since yesterday. Even leaving the office and work to make sure papa and his mother get the best care.

Matt who sat close to a doctor and a nurse who flew with Gunawan in the family jet Halim smiling looking at his employer and Frolline who looked so get along so close to friendly. Just imagine, even Frolline shamelessly cried in Ditya's resigned embrace.

“Semesta supports you Mr. Bos.”

Frolline still sobbed softly, tightly hugging Ditya's waist who was sitting beside her.

“Will papa recover?” whispered, occasionally staring at the sleeping face that is still in the same position since yesterday. There was no reaction.

“Yes, all will be fine,” said Ditya, gently rubbed the hair of the broken Frolline.

The journey for over an hour above the air was passed already. And now, Gunawan has been placed in one of the special rooms to get treatment. There was nowhere to wait, leading Ditya to bring Frolline back to his apartment after making sure the administrative affairs and all procedures were completed.

***

“Please enter, Fro,” ask Ditya, open the apartment door and let the girl in first. A bodyguard seemed to be waiting outside, not daring to rush inside, afraid to disturb his master.

We will stay here while in Singapore,” explained Ditya casually, locking the apartment door.

The sound of the shut door leaves shocked Frolline. The girl immediately turned her head, finding Ditya who was looking at her with a difficult to interpret gaze.

“You're not gonna fuck with me, are you?” asked Frolline innocently. The thought that had been circling in the healing of his papa, switched already. Aware of his current state, locked together with Ditya in a room commonly called an apartment.

With both hands crossed on the chest as a form of self-defense that would only be useless if Ditya forced.

“Already. Don'worry. There is your room,” said Ditya pointed to one of the doors of the room painted white.

“That's my room, but as long as you stay here, I allow you to use my room and the facilities in it,” Ditya said, blinking her eyes. Trying to melt the atmosphere that continues to tighten.

Little things that Ditya had never before brought up but these two days he could have been warmer on Frolline.

“You?” ask Frolline again.

“Do not say you will sleep in that room too,” todong Frolline, directing the index finger full of cynicism.

“If you do not mind, I will accept your invitation to sleep together with pleasure, Fro,” said Ditya with rest.

Buk up!

A sofa cushion landed right on Ditya's body. Banging against the chest of the field, then bouncing onto the floor carpeted with feathers. Small and sweet impressed, which Ditya never met the other girls who were around him all this time.

If the girls are proud of the sexy lingerie attached to the beautiful body like a Spanish guitar, Ditya sure Frolline will be different itself. His girl, more precisely his future wife is not most girls.

Even because it was too special, Ditya did not even dare to touch it for now. Hopefully this defense will last until later he manages to drag Frolline in the marriage bond. Even if the defense collapses, what can be done, God must have his own plan.

“I slept in the next room, but I remind you, don't forget to lock the door. My habit of sleeping likes to walk alone unconsciously. Fear when he woke up even shared a bed with you,” seductive Ditya.

“You know, in Singapore there is no demon, different from in Indonesia. If men and women are trapped together in one room, the third is a demon. If here is a different story,” obviously Ditya origin.

“If you and I are stuck in a room together, the third is our child candidate,” continued Ditya again.

“Huh!” Frolline snorted in annoyance, refusing to continue the increasingly chaotic talk.

“I'm going to the room,” says Frolline. Hurry to the room in question. The more dissolved in the discussion is not clear, Ditya will become more and more.

Just as his hand was turning the doorknob round, suddenly there was a burly hand that came crashing in the same place.

A warm hand squeezing his hand. The world of the Frolline stopped instantly, when it could feel Ditya's hunting heartbeat, clinging to her back. With one hand of Ditya left, tracing the waist curve and locking onto Frolline's body to keep her close.

His breathing was rough and sounding regular repeatedly, before Ditya finally made a sound. A voice full of nervousness. Now it feels more nerve-wracking on appeal when he has to follow the company's tender worth billions.

“I like you, of course you already know clearly, Fro. These few days, I felt something different than usual. There is a sense that wants to always be close, there is a side of my man who always wants to protect you,” said Ditya softly.

“Maybe this is what others call love. If this feeling I feel is true love, please let me still feel it. Stay open like this with me. I do not demand to be loved, just appreciate my existence in your life,” pinta Ditya.

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