Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 3. Should have been me

Frolline was still struggling with her grief, not responding to the words of the handsome man who was babbling himself in front of her. Occasionally wiping tears with the back of his hand.

“Nona, your perfect makeup will look messy if you clean your tears in such a way,” Ditya remarked again, while thrusting a silk handkerchief, which embroidered his initials.

Frolline grabbed the white handkerchief heartlessly, looking at the owner as well. Cleansing the thick liquid that made his nose dead-end from too many tears. Looking at her body language and attitude style, Ditya remembered someone.

The girl of the owner had a sweet smile that shook her heart. However, his feelings are shattered into pieces, when he finds out that the girl already has an owner. Until now, he has not been able to forget it. Forgetting her smile at once. How to fall in love with someone else's wife.

“Nona want to drink?” bargain Ditya again, when he saw the waiter in a white uniform pacing around carrying a tray containing juice around them.

Ditya stopped one of the waiters and grabbed a legged glass filled with orange juice.

“This, Miss,” sodornya on Frolline who is cleaning the edge of the square cement pot, prepare to sit there.

“Call me Fro only,” pinta Fro, grabbing the glass thrust at him. Ditya smiled, especially when he saw Frolline take off his high heels. Show off his reddened fingers for too long locked in golden white shoes that tipped taper.

“Wed is your brother?” tanya Ditya, trying to open the conversation. It seems he is looking around. This evening garden decoration looks luxurious, with many spotlights with rose gold-shaded standing flowers filling one-third of the park.

Ditya's question did not get an answer, instead Frolline again shed her tears. Like her tears never end. It drips out intermittently.

“First hurt you? After this show is over, I will punish him for you,” Ditya said suddenly. Using other means to approach the sweet girl who turned her world at first sight.

Frolline raised his gaze, for the first time he looked at the handsome face of his interlocutor. Interesting man, that was his first impression. A little old for him who likes young leaves like in a sprout tea advertisement. Perhaps this man was as long as his idol, Lee Min Ho's handsome and handsome brother from any side saw him. From zero to ten, Frolline would give him an eight.

“I’m Ditya HALIM HADINATA,” re-Ditya back, deliberately affirm the word Halim, so that Frolline can guess with whom he is talking at this time.

That brat standing next to your mom and dad, my niece. First Samudra is my brother's son, Marisa Halim Hadinata,” explained Ditya. Hoping, Frolline would open up a little to him, after getting to know his identity.

Hearing Firman's name, Frolline was re-shaken. His cry grew even more so, even the bottom of his eyes blackened from the faded eyeliner.

“How about we run away from here?” bargain Ditya, after reading the situation at the party would only make the girl even more depressed.

This time Frolline was stunned, occasionally staring fixedly at the handsome face of the stranger man she had just met. What man is this who dares to offer him a run at the first introduction. That's what was in Frolline's brain when he heard it. A little shudder in horror, lest this expensive appearance is the fruit of peddling human organs.

“Well, you sure worry I'll kidnap you. We just got acquainted, no, not even half an hour,” said Ditya.

Unintentionally Frolline nodded. Ditya smiled back.

"She's like a clone of Kailla Riadi Dirgantara."

Beautiful girl precisely beautiful woman wife of her neighbor's house. A lot of crazy things he did a year ago, including being a stalker to buying a house in the same area to look after a Kailla. He's really crazy, if someone else takes care of people's soul mates, he takes care of people's wives.

“Cute with me. I will show you, if I am truly a trustworthy person,” continued Ditya, asking Frolline to follow in his footsteps.

Frolline said that at the moment he could do nothing. Let him follow what the stranger wants to do that looks familiar and pretentious.

Ditya stepped up to the top of the pelaminan while spreading his charm. When the elder brother saw his presence, immediately hugged him tightly.

“Ditya, you're coming,” strangles Marisa in the middle of the party frenzy. With the modern kebaya dangling, Marisa comes forward and draws her sister and introduces her to her son and husband, including to their new family.

“Darling, still remember my sister Ditya. She is this handsome,” Marisa told her husband. There was a hug between Ditya and his sister-in-law. Marisa introduces Ditya to their besan, the Gunawan family. And also his son and daughter-in-law.

First meeting after 27 years apart. Of course, her husband did not recognize, even his son never knew the figure of Om look like him.

The brief meeting had made a line of guests who wanted to greet the bride snaking. Ditya smiled, winking at Frolline who was waiting for him under the guarantee.

“Are you sure I'm a good person?” ditya asked, when he was already standing beside Frolline.

First, stunned with almost the same sad look. Looking at Frolline's tears, his world was also shattered. If he could, he would also cry like his lover down there. Frolline's been his girlfriend for the past five years. Even when he made a sacred promise with Angella, Frolline was still his lover. No breaking word, only there is a word “wait for me”.

“Cute with me now!” ask Ditya, deciding on the sad scene that made his heart touched.

“Where are we going?” frolline asked as Ditya's burly hands carried her out of the ballroom, heading for the elevator. Occasionally he wiped the rough tears that came down from his eyes that began to swell.

“We will look for your lost smile,” he said relax.

“The path is slow, my dress is long,” complains Frolline when repeatedly the tip of her dress is stepped on her high shoe heels.

“Just take off your shoes, I feel sorry for your beautiful legs,” Ditya said.

Frolline, according to him, took off the shoe and put it in his hand. As he exited the elevator towards the lobby, his eyes were fixed on the giant canvas photo. Where her lover and brother look handsome and beautiful in a wedding dress.

Not far from the giant canvas photo, a table was decorated with flowers and a wedding photo album re-showns the intimacy of Firstan with her sister.

His footsteps stopped. Touching photos that show how happy a couple is.

“I should have been there,” he said softly, crying again.

“It should be today is my wedding day,” he said again. Staring at the rows of flower boards lined up neatly. Yes, on his happy day, he had to settle for just his name that filled the flower board all the way to the lobby, the rest of the happiness belonged to his sister, Angella.

Body sagging. The freshness he had been maintaining since getting into the ballroom collapsed this time as well. Sitting on the floor hugging his knees, he shed his tears again. With his head bowed at his knees, hiding his pitiful face.

Ditya. Can't speak. He pulled his pants, kneeling in front of Frolline. Take over a pair of shoes that are still clasped tightly in the hands of the owner.

Seen from the direction of the entrance, two men wearing black suits walked over to Ditya.

“Young master,” greet both almost simultaneously.

“Where is Matt?” tanya Ditya, spread her gaze. Looking for the whereabouts of his assistant, while thrusting Frolline's shoes on the bodyguard.

“Matt waiting in car,” says one of them.

“Ask Han, take the car to the lobby. I'm going somewhere!” his command before turning back his gaze on the tiny body that was shaking violently before him.

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To be continued

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