Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 30: Lady Ditya Halim Hadinata

“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.

“Fro, we go home now,” said Ditya, suddenly grabbing Frolline's hand for the girl to break away from the arms of Firman.

Once the pull is smooth, there is still no movement, twice the pull is still gentle level, Firstan still does not want to let go. Ditya had already taken a swing to be about to smash his nephew roughly, but Frolline opened her voice. After repeatedly, he could feel a tight grip on his wrist. Ditya even stared intently at him.

“First, I say goodbye,” said Frolline, choosing to obey Ditya for the first time. After this long drag and drama, for the first time, Frolline chose Ditya over Firstan.

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Ditya's rough steps while linking his fingers to his girl's fingers. Lips clenched with an unfriendly face, silenced by a thousand languages. Matt, the loyal assistant can only smile when he sees the behavior of his master's boy who began to show his dominant nature.

Just as it exited the hospital's main door, a metallic black sedan car with a three-star logo, which Han was carrying, was seen stopping. Matt, hurriedly running, opened the back door allowing Ditya and Frolline inside.

Seen another sedan with a color and similar type tailing at the back. Both bodyguards filled the front seats.

“Bos, where are we?” matt asked, momentarily throwing his tired body in the seat next to the driver.

“Go home!” The answer is solid, short but a little unclear. How not to be confused, when the word came home was spoken, Matt became dizzy himself. In the back seat were two people sitting side by side but living in different houses.

Should I go home to Frolline or her employer's house?

“Bos?” ask Matt, hang up.

“Fro, tonight stay at my place. In your house there is no one. I was worried about leaving you alone there,” explained Ditya, turning towards the girl by his side, preparing to wait for an answer.

“I want to go home,” whispered Frolline slowly.

“No Han, go home to my place,” command Ditya on his driver. Undeniable and do not accept rejection.

Frolline threw his gaze. Right now, he felt Ditya as different from usual. Not as gentle and as understanding as yesterday. The man began to show his dominance in their relationship.

There was a hint of discomfort that did not dare to be expressed. There was a beam of rebellion, which flashed through his mind. However, considering the services of the handsome man who was now tightly cowering his fingers, forcing Frolline to shut up.

“Go back to my place until your mama is allowed out of the hospital, Fro, I can't leave you alone there.”

“As for mom, I've asked my man to stand guard there. There was also a team of doctors who watched over the mother twenty-four hours. You don't worry, I'll guarantee the best service for your mama.”

Frolline in the end. He's too tired. Tired of crying, tired of thinking, tired of all the things that happened so suddenly.

“Matt, you have confirmed that my existence at the funeral was not an easy target for the media, right?” ask Ditya.

“No Boss. Your bodyguard's been tested.”

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Still tightly grasping Frolline's hand, Ditya entered the private elevator that led them to his residence. Matt stood at the back with a terculum smile looking at the clutches of hands that were so tight as if it was difficult to remove.

Matt's dirty brain began to wander, imagining the long nights his employer would pass. He was expected to be expelled sooner than usual.

The pull of the elevator, indicating they have reached the residence of Ditya Halim Hadinata. Still with a tight grip, Ditya brought in a Frolline.

“Fro, you can use my room tonight,” he said slowly, opening his bedroom door, allowing the girl dressed in black to enter.

“I want to take a shower, but no change of clothes,” said Frolline, hesitating.

“Matt! Prepare change of clothes for Fro!” dictated Ditya, pushing the tiny body of Frolline into his bedroom slowly.

“While wearing my shirt only,” said Ditya gave an idea, pulled one of the famous brand output shirts that folded neatly, piled in the closet.

Turning to look at the Frolline, the girl was stunned staring at the beautiful interior inside the young master's master's master's master's master's master's master's master's master's master's main room.

“Fro..” Ditya handed the shirt over with a smile.

“What do you think?” ask Ditya again.

“The room is beautiful,” said a short Frolline, still hugging the white T-shirt that the handsome man presented in front of him.

Those beautiful eyes were still circling around. Staring in amazement at the glass walls, featuring street lights and Jakarta city buildings that never died. Not only that, from the glass wall could clearly see the sparkling sprinkles of stars surrounding the night moon.

“This will be your room, if you are willing to be Lady Ditya Halim Hadinata,” whispered Ditya slowly.

“I love you, Fro. Marry me. I promise to take care of you and your mama,” whispered Ditya quietly, tightening his arms.

The sudden and unplanned proposal just popped out of hand, the fruit of jealousy and anger that sipped on the chest when he saw Frolline being hugged by another man. His soul was ignited and burning. Strugglingly, when charged with having to control everything, did not hit Firstan before the eyes of Frolline.

Long silent, no answer. Both Ditya and Frolline still clenched each other's lips until finally a light nod with a soft voice.

“Iya..” Frolline's short answer, barely made Ditya's heart jump out.

The man's lips smiled stiffly, still unable to adjust to the happiness that came suddenly. Fuck the reason behind the Frolline deal. He just needs a yes answer for now, the rest he will fight for love and the heart of Frolline.

Ditya took off his embrace, pulling Frolline out of the room in a hurry. He's almost crazy right now. Once in the living room that is integrated with the private pool is only limited to a glass door, the man brought Frolline to throw himself in the pool.

Matt, who had just returned with a pocket filled with change of clothes, was flabbergasted to see the two holding hands past him hurriedly. The low boisterous sound of water as the two human children splashed themselves in the pool, again leaving Matt gaping, almost in disbelief.

“Yes God, what madness is this!” said Matt, throwing rough bags of groceries. Hurry up to the edge of the pool.

“Bos, what's up?” matt shouted, when he saw Ditya who was hugging Frolline in the middle of the pool, wet.

“Matt, I'm introducing my wife to the world,” cried Ditya.

“WELCOME, MISTRESS BY HALIM HADINATA!!” her screams spread out her arms wide, looking up at the night sky studded with millions of stars.

“Happy Boss!” pekik Matt, happy to see his employer.

“Matt, you can go home now, but previously prepare two glasses of wine. I'll celebrate with my wife.”

The assistant just clucked, shaking his head. The man must still carry out his master's orders.

“Bos, I put it here yes,” cried Matt, from the edge of the pool. Put two crystal glasses containing the best quality red wine on the side of the pool.

Matt came out, at this time his presence was no longer needed. Occasionally glanced at the pair of human children who were hugging in the middle of the pond.

“Thank you,” whispered Ditya quietly, both hands still hugging the waist of Frolline in the water.

Frolline just smiled shyly, with both hands wriggling spoiled around Ditya's neck, starting to shiver in the cold. The night wind mixed with the pool water, the cold penetrating to the bone.

“This is a shame!” moaned Frolline, finally making a sound.

“Say once again Fro, if you are willing to marry me?” ask Ditya.

“Ya..,” said Frolline, this time Frolline answered faster than before.

“Touch me as much as you. From today, Ditya Halim Hadinata is only yours. You are entitled to me.” whispered Ditya quietly in the ear of Frolline, while giving a light kiss there.

Ditya's warm smile was beautifully painted on her handsome face. Slowly with certainty, the lips slashed the distance between the two.

Just as her lips were about to sweep over the lips of her girl who was starting to turn blue in coldness, Ditya closed his eyes while tilting his head. Shed a gentle kiss, feelingly.

This is their first kiss. He wants everything to be perfect. The flimsy stroking replied, Frolline did the same. Sculpting resignedly and closing his eyes, letting Ditya take over everything.

“I love you, Fro,” whispered Ditya in between his kisses. The hand that had been hugging the slender waist moved. Grabbed the nape of Frolline and deepened his kiss. Share each other's breath in there, exchange feelings.

He was quite surprised by Frolline's response. Although he knew, this was not the first kiss for Frolline. Perhaps countless of her lips did this with Firstan. However, he was quite flabbergasted, as Frolline greeted him without protest.

“I don't love you. My love is still left where it was before,” said Frolline, after breaking away from Ditya's kiss.

“No problem. For now just love me with logic,” pinta Ditya.

“I beg you not to say do not love me, it will sound sweeter if you say not love me,” continued Ditya again.

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