Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 25: Marry Me

“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.

Frolline was stunned, digesting word for word that had just come out of Ditya's lips. Until finally said one word, short but quite stuck in the bottom of the heart.

“I'm sorry. Not because of Instant, but I don't love you,” reject Frolline before breaking free from Ditya's embrace.

And the man, again had to swallow a bitter pill. The struggle this time was difficult. Not only was Frolline unwilling to open her heart to him, even the girl was unwilling to open herself.

Today his wealth and family's big name cannot tear down the great wall that Frolline built. Even the girl never looked at him at all, as the other girls cheated him like a god.

However, Frolline's refusal, instead made Ditya even more crazy. Frolline's rejection proves that she's not a girl and is worth fighting for. It shows me where the place is. And it becomes more value in the eyes of Ditya. Even if Frolline was so cheap and haphazard, he would think of retreating.

It means that Frolline's love and self-esteem can be bought with money. And of course Ditya would not want to marry such a woman. Throwing away thirty-five years of his singles all this time, if in the end he should fall into the hands of cheap women.

***

A week passed, Ditya and Frolline's relationship made no progress at all. As usual, though much better. At least Frolline can be sweet and willing to talk.

“Fro, tomorrow I have to go back to Indonesia,” said Ditya while enjoying their dinner at the apartment. The glint of street lights amid the darkness plastered from the apartment window adds to the beauty of their dinner. Although not a fancy dinner at a five-star hotel, although not an expensive menu as usual in the dining.

However, every dinner with Frolline is very special even with a simple menu. Being able to look at the pretty face of Frolline up close, was a joy in itself for Ditya.

Not long ago they came home from the hospital, to ensure the development of Papa Frolline who was still on the spot. There are no signs of being aware, although the condition is much better than when first treated. Some days Gunawan began to be able to respond, although not so obvious.

Pray that you will be aware immediately and the operation can be done immediately. Hope this disaster passes quickly. Ditya was not able to see the cry and sadness Frolline every time visiting Gunawan.

The girl was alone. No one accompanied. Her mother and mother are still in Indonesia. He only has Ditya here.

“My work piles up and I have to return as soon as possible,” continued Ditya, feed the frilly fried rice made by Frolline. A week of living with Frolline, he began to get used to the lives of the average person. Even during this week, Ditya left the life of his sultan. I can feel the warmth of a family.

The most heartwarming and steady thing about choosing Frolline is when the girl comes up with an apron, cooking for their dinner.

Throughout his life, Ditya and his family used to be served by domestic assistants. Even when returning to his parents' residence in Surabaya, Ditya used to enjoy breakfast, lunch and dinner from the hands of reliable cheff who was hired specifically at the Halim Hadinata palace.

Finding it, of course, makes his feelings warm. A much different lifestyle than the one he lived.

“Then I how?” asked Frolline innocently. Take a spoonful of beef-eye fried rice into his mouth.

Ditya smiled. Frolline's question made him feel much needed.

“I left Matt for you. In addition, I try to fly here as soon as possible to accompany you,” explained Ditya.

“I'm afraid,” whispered Frolline. He doesn't usually get spoiled. Either because it has been used for a week, everything is taken care of Ditya or because it is alone in the country of people.

“Tomorrow your mama will fly here. After that I just returned to Indonesia,” said Ditya, trying to calm down.

The man had just laid down his fried rice. Sipped a glass of water, then entered his room without speaking at all. Making Frolline astonished.

Not yet lost the look of surprise from Frolline's face, Ditya had already reappeared with a smile etched on her handsome face.

“This is for you,” said Ditya, offering a platinum card. Seen Ditya pushing the small square card, approaching towards the increasingly widened Frolline.

“What is this?” ask Frolline. Even though he understood the point, but it's good to find out to be sure.

“Use for all your needs and your papa during here,” explained Ditya.

“E... but I can't take it,” said Frolline looking reticent.

any more.

Frolline seemed to think, there was no way she would refuse either. “Thanks,” says Frolline, downcast shy.

***

Next day.

Ditya was preparing in her room when Frolline knocked on the door and asked for permission to enter. The two are waiting for Matt, who picks up Madame Gunawan to take to the apartment.

“Check Fro!” pinta Ditya's. The man was well-groomed, sitting on the bed, wearing his shoes.

“What's up?” ditya asked in astonishment, staring at the Frolline who was pecking on the spot. The girl was looking down, clinging to each other's fingers. It was obvious that Frolline was covering up her nervousness.

“What's up? Speak!” pinta Ditya's.

“What we bring papa back to Indonesia only,” said Frolline finally.

Since last night Frolline thought hard. As soon as he received the card from Ditya, his feelings grew uneasy. Getting embarrassed and embarrassed of themselves. The man helped his family a lot. Not just the material, but also the time and energy.

“What's up?” tanya Ditya frowned her forehead. Wonder why suddenly Frolline asked to bring her coma papa back to Indonesia.

“I.. i..” The tongue was shriveled, unable to answer frankly.

“Because of my help? You're not feeling well?” tanya Ditya, directly shoot at the target.

A small nod was seen from the bowed face. Frolline even had no face for the unpleasant feeling that increasingly stifled in the chest.

“Listen Fro. Our family company has become a regular donor in several humanitarian foundations and helps the government program precisely related to education in disadvantaged areas. They often even have social activities. And it's worth so much more, even so many times more than what I gave to your family. Why should I wait?”

“That's different,” says Frolline.

“Take it's help from the company. Don't you work at my company?” tanya Ditya reasoned.

“Iya.., but right..”

“Already, no buts. If you accept it. Marry me!” ditya said suddenly. Unexpectedly, without planning. The sentence came out by itself. Even he himself could hardly believe being able to pronounce it so fluently.

Deg—

The head finally lifted. Look at the opponent's netra. It didn't feel like Ditya was going to say those words.

Ditya looked forward a few steps, slashing the distance. With courage, grabbing both hands of Frolline who dangled limp on both sides of her tiny body.

“I'm serious. Marry me, Fro. I promise to make you and your parents happy,” said Ditya full of confidence.

***

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