Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 33: Managing the Company

Frolline was sitting on the side of the hospital bed where her mother was lying, when Ditya suddenly entered and greeted her mother.

“Good morning, Auntie,” greet Ditya, smile and slightly bow to keep her chauffeur.

Madam Gunawan who looks much healthier, just smiled thinly.

“Thank you, so far helped a lot.”

Madam Gunawan glanced at the young man who was standing upright with his hands clenched in front of his stomach. The luxurious appearance cannot be separated from the observation of the woman's eyes. Turning to stare at the lowered Frolline, a little frown.

“No problem, Aunt. If you don't mind, I'll drive the aunt home today,” bargained Ditya with a thin smile adorning his face.

“Tante is up to Fro,” said Mrs Gunawan.

As a parent, he could not force. Nor did he want to push his daughter. All decisions are currently in the hands of Frolline. Although deep down in his heart there was a sense of unease and shame when he looked at the established man in front of him.

Frolline raised her head. Both Ditya and his mother were waiting for his answer.

“I don't mind.” Frolline opened the sound.

That faint smile showed how Ditya was feeling right now. Walk slowly closer towards the Frolline who was standing right beside her mother.

“Tante need not hesitate, I will help as much as possible,” said Ditya. His eyes glanced towards the silent girl of a thousand languages with a downcast face.

Madame Gunawan softened a little, although in her heart there was still a hidden streak of disrelief. But right now they have no one. Angella is pregnant and she has no right to disturb her oldest married daughter.

She is just an ordinary housewife, who now loses her husband at a time when their family is not yet completely perfect. Like a ship in the middle of a vast sea that is swayed, losing its captain. He tried hard to hide the fear of tomorrow, worried about the waves that came hitting their ship.

And suddenly, came someone willing to take over the wheel. However, she could not simply agree, even though Madam Gunawan knew clearly the purpose and intent of the man before her

From the very beginning of seeing, he was already able to read Ditya's heart intent. As a mother, she refused. He knows how Ditya lunge with the women, he knows how his luxurious life.

If he could choose, he would approve a simple man from an ordinary family. The story of his best friend and brother, Marisa makes her own trauma for him. How could she hand her youngest daughter over to a family so concerned with seedlings of bebet and weights.

The woman looked at and gripped her daughter's hand, trying to strengthen. And apologizing. As for the person who gave birth to Frolline, of course he knew clearly how the heart of his daughter was still tethered to his first love, Firstan.

“I'm like selling my own daughter. If Firstan had not acted, Fro's fate would not have been this bad, his inner”.

***

Two months passed.

Angella and Firstan, who have secretly completed their divorce without their parents' knowledge, decide to return to their homes. For Firstan, it is not difficult to open the truth to both parents, but different from Angella. Until now, she still closed the meeting about the miscarriage and separation from the mother. Madam Gunawan's heart disease, made him silenced while looking for the right time to be frank.

The relationship between Ditya and Frolline is also not exactly good. There is no meaningful development. Frolline is still with her decision, not getting married immediately. With reason, not wanting to leave his mother alone, not to mention that his father's grave had not dried up.

That afternoon, Angella's car broke into their yard. It was only three days that she returned home, on the grounds of longing for the figure of her mother.

“Ma,” greet Angella. Mrs Gunawan is still busy in the kitchen, preparing their dinner.

“You've come home?” asked the mother with her apron.

“Already Ma. Where's fro?” angella asked, looking around. Looking for the figure of the younger brother who usually dwells most often in the kitchen.

“In his room. Fro just got home from work,” said Mrs Gunawan.

Without extending the conversation, Angella had already waltzed away. Hurry up to the second floor, towards the Frolline room. He had to talk seriously with Frolline about the continuation of their company that the father left behind.

Angelina went into the room without knocking. Looks Frolline just finished the bath with the hair still wrapped in a towel, and,

“Fro, we have to talk,” ucao Angella opened the conversation. Throwing his tired body on the bed.

Frolline who was still sitting in front of the mirror, looked at the brother in astonishment. It's not usually Angella's talking seriously.

“What's up?” asked Frolline, rubbing the powder on her smooth face. Soon Ditya will pick her up for dinner.

“I'm divorced with First. Return to him. Let him take care of papa's company. I have to continue S2 abroad,” said Angella suddenly.

Frolline. He thought Angella had canceled her intention to continue her education and would focus on their company which had been managed together with her father.

“Can't be like that. Want to be thrown where it is,” chirped Frolline.

Almost two months they were in contact, despite the road in place, but it was impossible for him to throw the man away for no reason.

“Then return to the company. Quit your job. Now is the time to show your devotion to parents. Not just playing around out there. Not that I don't know, your job is just a cover. You don't really work with Ditya,” Angella quipped.

“I did not refuse, but Kak Angell will know that I do not know at all about our company,” said Frolline reasoned.

“First will help you. He has agreed,” explained Angella.

“Can't be so either, Brother.”

“During this is also First helping in the company. Since there was still papa. I can't delay any more. All this time I have sacrificed by helping papa in the company, now your chance, Fro,” Angella persuaded.

Long stunned, Frolline finally replied. “I'll talk to Ditya later,” said Froline.

The conversation was interrupted when a smooth knock was accompanied by the soft voice of Mrs Gunawan. Suddenly it had appeared behind the door, shocking the two.

“Fro, Ditya waiting for you below,” explained the mama.

The two sisters were glued together, throwing eyes at each other and hiding nervousness. Worried about their conversation sounded the mama who had come so far knew nothing.

“You two are here?” he was astonished, looking at his two daughters in turn.

“Eh. Yes Ma. Please tell Ditya, I'll see him soon" Frolline said, continuing the show polishing her face with thin make-up.

“Kak Angell, please leave me. I want to change clothes,” Frolline's pinta, wink her eyes at Angella.

Both of them could breathe a sigh of relief, their mother heard nothing. They had just lost the figure of papa, not ready if something happened to hunt his mother.

***

Not long after Frolline. Down from the second floor of her house in a simple knee-length blue dress and wavy hair.

"Beautiful!" said Ditya quietly, without embarrassment.

Ditya smiled at the look of Frolline this afternoon. Without waiting, the two said goodbye.

Angella who since the beginning of arrival could only stare at Ditya silently, not making a sound. Occasionally throwing a smile, when the man unintentionally looked at him. The corner of the eyes of the former wife of Firstan was not separated from the handsome man who did not even consider his existence.

Arriving outside the house, Matt and both Ditya bodyguards are ready near the car door. These three people were never far from their boss. Always go wherever Ditya is. Moreover, Matt, the assistant often accompanied Ditya when alone with Frolline.

“Dit, I want to resign from the company,” said Frolline suddenly, while already sitting in the car. The two sat in the back seat, with Matt and Han filling the front seats.

The man who was busy with a cell phone in his hand, turned his head. Make sure that Frolline isn't joking with him.

“I don't allow,” reject Ditya finally, refocus with mobile phone. He was reading an email sent from the headquarters.

“Kak Angell wants to continue his studies, I have to replace him in the company,” explains Frolline again.

“Stay by my side, Matt will take care of the company for you,” said Ditya casually.

“I'm serious, Dit!”

A sweet smile appeared suddenly on that handsome face. Saving back his phone and grabbing Frolline's hand, linking his fingers to the red-tailed taper fingers.

“We are married and I will take care of that company for you,” bargain Ditya tease as usual.

“Come on Fro, when did you meet my mama. Every day my mom asks about you. I was tired of answering him,” continued Ditya, massaging his dizzy temple each time discussing his relationship without clarity.

“I'm not ready to leave my mom. Moreover, Brother Angell will soon leave us,” said Frolline slowly.

“You can stay with us. I don't mind. Don't use this excuse continuously to reject me.” Ditya smiled after pressing Frolline and made the girl shut up.

Frolline finished the conversation. As always, there will never be any meeting point discussing marriage issues. Two months in touch, Ditya always pressured him for the same. It felt tired, but he had already received a tough man who could never be denied all his words.

***

Dinner at a five-star restaurant that was deliberately booked by Ditya special for the two of them was completed. There is no serious discussion, they choose to have a casual conversation while enjoying a romantic dinner.

Exactly at nine o'clock, the Mercedes Benz E-class sedan entered the home page Frolline. Ditya was seen holding onto Frolline's hand as the girl was about to open the car door.

“Matt, Han, can leave us briefly” command Ditya.

The two subordinates complied, exiting the car without asking much. Just as the car door closed again, Ditya made a sound.

“Schatzi, can you tell me this time,” said Ditya broke the silence. Pulling the tiny body of Frolline and clutching it in a friendly manner. Occasionally kiss smooth cheeks like porcelain that tonight is not given a sweep of blush on.

“Let me talk to your sister," whispered Ditya again.

“Actually I don't want to interfere in your family affairs, but it concerns my future as well, our future. After your father died and your mother who can't be spoken to. I feel the need to discuss our future with Angella,” continued Ditya.

“You mean?” Frolline asked.

“No. You just go home,” reject Frolline. The girl immediately opened the car door and rushed out without excuse. Moreover, he saw the figure of Angella who was standing in front of the door welcoming them.

He smiled, running after. When he arrived at the porch, the man grabbed his girlfriend's hand from behind.

“Angell, can we talk?” ask Ditya. He stood with his hands in front of Angella.

The brother was surprised, of course. All this time, Ditya had never asked her to speak. If you meet just say hello. That's just a pleasantries too.

Of course Ditya's request was welcomed with pleasure. Without thinking twice, he nodded.

“No, it's already night. Tomorrow alone, Dit,” rejects Frolline, prompting Ditya's body to immediately return to the car.

“There's mommy. I know what you want to talk about!” todong Frolline, whispering.

“No problem. Mama is asleep. Fro.” Angella tries to arrest Ditya, and lets the man into the house.

“Kak, can't tomorrow only.”

“Your love seems to want to discuss a serious matter, Fro,” guess Angella, staring at Ditya.

They are already sitting in the living room. Frolline couldn't resist this discussion from happening. Sometimes still staring at the stairs, worried that his mother came down suddenly and joined in hearing their conversation.

“Alright, I'll go straight to the point.” Ditya is seen sitting on the sofa with her legs slightly open, both hands resting on her thighs.

“I disagree with Frolline's resignation from the company,” Ditya said, looking at Angella seriously. The view struck right in the eyeball, making anyone who had a look at it would choose to give in.

“If you agree, I can buy your family company and ask my people to manage it. And of course, I'm going to give the company to Frolline. So your family company will not fall into the hands of outsiders,” said Ditya, making the two brothers aghast.

“You are free to continue your studies. Even I do not mind to finance your education,” continued Ditya again.

The second shock that hit the brothers. Frolline glared, staring in disbelief at the man who looked leisurely sitting next to her. His speech is without burden, without thinking about the costs to be incurred from his pocket which is fairly small.

“I don't know what you're planning exactly, but I can't accept someone messing up what I and Frolline are planning ahead of him,” Accused He.

“Dit!!” peeking Frolline was restrained, when he realized that his mother could wake up with a noise from her mouth.

“Ssttt, Schatzi. Let me do the talking. You are quite silent,” said Ditya, stick her index finger on the lips.

“What do you mean?” ask Angella, offended.

Ditya smiled.

“I wish none of this had anything to do with my nephew. Do not say after your miscarriage and your divorce, you want to thrust the useless widower on my future wife,” said Ditya.

“Although he is my nephew, I cannot judge him better than that.” Ditya said, staring intently at the girl beside him.

Angella was provoked by emotion this time. Her breathing went up and down upon hearing Ditya's accusations leveled at her. He had just stood up, about to strike back, but the sound of something falling at the end of the stairs made the three of them turn in the same direction.

“Mamaaaaaaa!!” screamed Frolline, immediately scattering towards his mother who was lying on the floor unconscious.

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