Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 29: I'm so sorry, First

The body of the late Gunawan can only be returned to Indonesia the next day. It was also thanks to the help of Ditya, taking care of all the procedures that are not easy. Not to mention many requirements that are not easy, which must be met to be able to return the body from abroad.

Gunawan family funeral home is already filled with mourners, from family, relatives, colleagues to friends. Not to mention dozens of flower boards lined up filled the yard until it lined up to meet the shoulder of the road.

Mrs Gunawan, who has been unconscious since yesterday, had to be hospitalized. Left behind his two daughters who take care of all the funeral procession, assisted by the family.

Frolline who had chosen to be silent and not talk much could only sit on the floor, not far from the casket that was still tightly closed, because it had just arrived.

Angella, who is weak, should rest in the room. Since yesterday, the future mother could not even stand up. News of his papa's return made the condition drop.

“Fro,” call Ditya, standing staring at his lover sitting hugging his knees in the corner of the room.

Ditya just took care of the funeral. Neither side of the family can compromise. Inevitably, the man had to intervene to take care of everything. It looks Matt and his two bodyguards are pacing back and forth, busy taking care of everything.

The man finally sat down next to the girl who was staring pusher at the coffin. There were no more cries, even Frolline refused to make a sound at all since yesterday. This condition really made Ditya worried.

Since coming home from the hospital, not a single tear has come down from my eyes. If possible, Ditya would rather see his girl cry than what she is today.

“You cried on my shoulder?” bargain Ditya, grabbed the tiny body and hugged it tightly. Repeatedly he peeked at the top of the head, trying to give strength and calm down.

Angella the eldest daughter and her husband Firstan shut themselves in the room. Frolline sitting near the coffin chose silence. Marisa herself accompanied Madam Gunawan in the hospital, trailing Johan Samudra, the besan as a representative of the family to welcome the mourners who came to change.

“Fro..,” call Ditya back. The girl simply hugged Ditya's waist in her silence. Dipped his face in the chest of the field with the scent of his expensive perfume.

“Bos!” greet Matt, hand over a glass of mineral water and a box of rice along with his side dish that has just been ordered by Ditya from one of the famous restaurants to entertain guests who visit.

“Thanks.” Receiving food and drinks offered by Matt.

Matt, please take care of everything for me,” Pinta Ditya, his face pointed towards Frolline who was leaning on his body. Indicating that he could not go anywhere, Frolline needed him at this moment.

“Fro, eat yes,” pinta Ditya, take off her hug. Open the food box, then feed Frolline.

A sling with the mouth clenched, signifying Frolline rejection.

“Eat some bribes only,” pinta Ditya, still persuade.

“I'm full,” said Frolline, staring at the closed coffin in front of him.

“Eat just a little,” pinta Ditya, beg.

After nearly ten minutes of coaxing, Frolline relented. Opening his mouth even if it was just a few mouthfuls.

“I chose in San Diego Hills, you don't mind right?” tanya Ditya opened her voice.

“Your father didn't order anything to you?” ask Ditya again. He really made his own decision, as neither side of the family could compromise. Firstan disappeared somewhere. The only son-in-law of the family, did not appear to be the trunk of his nose.

“No. Papa doesn't talk about anything,” said Frolline held back her sobs.

“I've asked Matt to take care of it for you,” said Ditya calmed down, guiding Frolline to lean on his shoulder.

***

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the motorcade of the dead cars and the cars of the mourners entered the luxurious cemetery in Karawang. Frolline was surprised by everything Ditya did for his papa.

Ditya chose a burial ground with a pavilion type in the Serenity cluster for a ration of two people. When getting out of the car, the girl immediately hugged Ditya tightly.

“Thank you,” whispered while crying. Frolline was moved, Ditya so appreciated his papa by choosing a burial place that is not cheap. Not just hundreds of millions, Ditya chose his papa's final resting place even more expensive than their home.

“It's okay. I want the best for you,” whispered Ditya, join in holding Frolline.

The funeral procession went well. The lifeless body had returned to its origin accompanied by the sobs of his two daughters. Angella and Frolline were seen clinging to tears, wiping the still-wet feeding ground with hundreds of rose petals.

Prayer alone is not enough. When he returns home, there will never be another warm embrace of his father.

Strive sincerely even though the heart is not fully willing. The two Gunawan princesses cried bitterly, when they had to take off the only hand that guarded them. No more, the most sincere man loves them in this world.

Ditya was seen squatting over to Frolline, touching her shoulders trying to strengthen her girl. And sure enough, when his burly hand rubbed the shoulder softly, Frolline immediately scattered on him. Putting herself in, crying violently in Ditya's arms.

“Papa no longer exists,” the stuffing, squeezing a brown leather jacket that wraps around Ditya's stocky body.

“There is still me,” whispered Ditya slowly, rubbing the messy hair. Occasionally remove the water that flows profusely on the white cheeks like marble.

The mourners began to return home. One by one saying goodbye while hugging the two daughters of the deceased Gunawan.

Right after everything was done, as Frolline was about to walk back to the car, Angella cried out in pain.

The sweet girl who was holding Ditya's hand was shocked. Turning around, looking for the whereabouts of her brother who was crammed with a few mourners, was left far behind.

“Kak Angell!” peek Frolline, ran in panic. As her eyes caught sight of her brother sitting on the grassy ground with blood rushing down on both of her legs.

“Kak Angell, why? Where's First?” asked Frolline, circulating her gaze looking for her sister-in-law. Seen Firstan running, approaching Angella who was already grimacing in pain. His blood flowed more and more unbearable, Angella's painful face was clearly visible while squeezing her own stomach.

“Sick...,” she said softly before finally unconscious in the arms of her husband.

***

Imstan was seen pacing back and forth in front of the IGD room, Ditya and Frolline chose to sit, waiting while praying. Hope everything's okay. They had just grieved the loss of his father, it felt like they could no longer afford to receive another surprise.

Even her mother was still lying in the hospital, her condition was not known.

“Kak Angell will be fine right?” asked Frolline innocently.

“Iya.” Ditya answered briefly, forcing a smile. His warm embrace of Frolline never came off. The man had always accompanied and strengthened Frolline since yesterday.

Gunawan's sudden departure, is not an easily accepted reality. Plus Mrs Gunawan's condition is deteriorating. And now plus the condition Angella who suddenly bleeding. Even they haven't rested properly since yesterday.

The three's worries, however, come to a halt as a man in a white uniform walks out of the IGD room.

“Sorry, with her husband patient?” ask the doctor.

“I, Doc.” Firstan pointed at himself. Since then the man seemed to lose his way, walking to and fro trying to calm himself.

Frolline joined soon, hearing the information the doctor was about to pass on. Standing right beside Firstan.

“Sorry sir, we have tried our best, but the contents of your wife cannot be saved. We have to do a curettage action,” clear doctor with concerned face.

Instantan kneading. Unable to say anything, grabbing onto Frolline's body, hugging the girl tightly.

“Fro.., baby. Our baby,” is crying in Frolline's arms.

Frolline fluttered, shaking violently. After so many days, he could finally feel yet another warm embrace of Firman.

“I.. I. I'm so sorry, First,” said Frolline awkwardly, patting her ex-lover's back softly. He realized, there Ditya was staring intently at him. Even the man who was now his lover was clenching his hands, trying to hold back his jealousy.

***

T b c

Love you all

Thank you