Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 26: I miss you, Fro

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

Frolline froze, with her lips tightly closed. The shock was clearly visible from his face. His feelings are swaying. Not because he is not in love, but rather in a bad mood. Often he rejected Ditya, from the rough way until the subtlest. But the man remained unyielding. Even still helping him without thinking of the rude rejection he had done.

Even today it could be said that his father's life was in Ditya's hands. I don't know what to answer. Refuse to be married as you have been. Or accept by force. Like the simalakama fruit.

As an ordinary human being, of course, there is a pity when rummaging through the feelings of a man who looks sincere and done repeatedly. At least if you can't love with your heart, you can still love with your mind. I don't know if he can do it or not.

Ditya who is still patiently waiting for an answer even though she knows the possibility to be accepted is very small. It will end with rejection again. In fact until now, this innocent girl before him so glorified a single word that he considered love. She didn't not know how Frolline felt about her. Until now, Frolline not only did not love, but did not want to get close to him.

“I.. i..”.

That voice of doubt finally came out from the tiny lips of Frolline. His hands were sweating coldly, in tight grip with Ditya's hands.

Breathe, pray in your heart. Hopefully the answer this time is the best answer for everyone.

A knock on the door discouraged Frolline's courage, Matt's voice calling out his employer's name repeatedly making the girl's guts shriek as well as breathing a sigh of relief.

Ditya smiled, still unwilling to let go of Frolline's hand, bringing the girl walking to the door. When the door opened, the assistant smiled sweetly.

“Bos, mama Frolline is already here,” he said smiling, staring at the two people in front of him alternately.

Matt didn't expect at all to get this incredible outfit surprise. Her employer was alone with the girl of her dreams in the room. Not only that, the tight grip of Ditya's hand indicates there is progress in the relationship between the two.

The news delivered by Matt made Frolline's smile grow and crack. “Mama is here?” tanyanya.

A nod, but Matt's next sentence could have Ditya's smile changed.

“There's Angella and Firstan coming with Mrs Gunawan.

Hearing that, Frolline immediately threw a rough blow at Ditya's hand, rushing to meet the three.

“Ma.!” she hugged her mother and sister in turn. Seeming Firstan just looked on without greeting at all. His heartache was still not healed, seeing with his own eyes, when Frolline shared a bed with his own Om.

“Tante..”

Dita who follows, say hello. Experiencing Angella and of course Firstan to speak stale.

Frolline who had been sitting next to her mother looked much more cheerful. The arrival of his family here makes the girl's feelings much better, compared to living alone with Ditya.

Half an hour chatting and joining the Frolline family, Ditya got up from his seat. Take your leave and say goodbye back to Indonesia.

“Fro, I say goodbye,” he said slowly, he deliberately moved to sit right next to Frolline. At least more free to talk. His eagle eyes were seen several times stealing glances at Firstan.

“If anything happens, contact me immediately. I try to fly here quickly to see you,” continued Ditya, smiling.

It looks like the man is biting his lower lip. If he obeyed his heart, right now he was eager to kiss Frolline on the forehead. But there was still doubt, because until this second, the girl had not given him an answer and certainty.

The arrival of Firstan who was out of plan, a little bit made his feelings unsettled. If it wasn't for the job, he wouldn't have left Frolline close to his loser nephew.

“Yes, thank you for helping me all this time,” whispered Frolline smiling.

***

The departure of Ditya who only left a Matt to help her can somewhat make Frolline breathe a sigh of relief. At least he didn't need to feel awkward and unkind at all times.

Especially now there are mama and Angella who in the early trimester of her pregnancy began to crunch on her cheeks. But not for his stomach.

However, there is a side missing from the broken pieces of heart, every look at Firstan. There is pain that is hard to express in words. In reality, there is nothing left of their relationship.

The word break up from Firstan not only destroys their courtship, but all their memories since childhood are not left alone.

Today is the third day of Ditya's return to the homeland. As usual, Frolline shared a schedule with mom and Angella to visit her papa in the hospital. It just so happened that mama and Angella had been out since morning, left behind her and Firstan who had not come out of her room since last night.

Matt has been busy with his phone since. I don't know what the assistant did. Occasionally glanced towards Frolline. Since the death of his boss returned to Indonesia, Matt switched tasks. If previously trailed wherever Ditya was, now his job is to guard wherever Frolline went.

“Your girl is daydreaming looking at her phone, Boss!”

Almost fifteen minutes of waiting, Matt finally got a reply message that made him glare.

“*Sure that everything is fine until I get there. Persuade him to marry me.” *

“*When I get there, I want him to say Yes, I do!” *

A follow-up message from Ditya that makes Matt dizzy seven circumference. Glancing back at Frolline, it turned out that the girl had already disappeared from her original seat. Too busy deciphering a terrible message from her employer until she loses track of her boss girl.

“Fro!” call Matt slowly, stopping for a moment hoping to sound as melodious as usual.

“Fro!” the second scream went sweet. But stay quiet.

Matt's lips will reopen when one of the room's doors opens. Frolline appeared with her panicked face. I don't know when the girl got in there, but it's a question of what she got in there for. Isn't that the room of Firstan.

“Matt, help me!” peeking Frolline, ran in hugging the basin filled with warm water he brought from the kitchen.

“What's up?” matt asked in surprise.

“First sick,” whispered Frolline almost crying.

“The body is hot,” the girl continued again. Sitting on the side of the bed while compressing a hot forehead with a reddened face.

“First, are you okay? Why did Angell leave you alone here,” whispered again, while changing a new compress.

Since then he had felt strange with the tightly shut room of Firstan. I don't know what kind of wind made him peek inside. However, that's what made him know the pain of the ex-lover.

“First, I make porridge first for you,” whispered Frolline. Running out, hurriedly headed to the kitchen. Matt was forced to watch the scene of his sister-in-law taking care of his sister-in-law made shocked. Moreover, he could see for himself, an aura of panic on Frolline's face that was not contrived.

***

Frolline was still in Firman's room that afternoon. Help the man finish his medicine, after enjoying a bowl of porridge.

“If you need anything, I'm outside,” Frolline whispered awkwardly.

“Fro, thanks,” says Firstan, slow down. The taste he had been trying to suppress all this time, slowly reappeared to the surface. Frankly, Frolline's lingering attention for him, made his feelings warm up. The passion of life that had been destroyed, shortly after he threw the word break up now reappears.

“Fro, forgive me,” whispered Firstan. Grabbing Frolline's hand, and steaming it warmly.

“I've forgotten it. No need to think,” said Frolline, smiling as usual.

“You want me to call Brother Angell?” haggle Frolline again.

A slug with a smile was presented by Firstan. “I'm fine. Let it go, I do not want to burden Angell, she is pregnant,” said Firstan.

“Alright, I'm out first then,” says Frolline.

Just as the girl grabbed the doorknob and walked out of her sister-in-law's room. Still by hand holding a used ceramic bowl of porridge. But there was someone whose presence was quite a shock to Frolline.

“Ditya?”

“When did you come?” whispered Frolline quietly.

The man who was sitting stared intently at him. “I miss you, Fro,” he said slowly, with the expression of his feet.

***

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