Crazy Rich Looking for Love
Chapter 34: We live together
A panic attack is seen in front of the IGD room of a hospital. Angella sat pensively while biting her nails, on the other hand Frolline hugged Ditya tightly standing in front of the door of the room covered by a glass door. Crying while biting on Ditya's black shirt so that the stuffing is not heard out.
“Mama must be fine,” whispered Ditya quietly, rubbing the vibrating Frolline's back. Hugging and stretching the calmness with his burly body.
There was guilt gathering in his heart at this moment. If only he had not forced a conversation with Angella, perhaps this event could have been avoided.
Second by second, it felt like a long time had passed. Frolline repeatedly stared at the glass door, praying in her tears. Half an hour waiting in worry, the door finally opened.
A man wearing white clothes came out of the room with his tired face and bowed lethargic.
“Sorry..”
Frolline was already unwilling to hear the next words, scattering in without excuse. Even breaking through, passing the doctor with disrespect.
His footsteps stopped after seeing his mother's stiff body. Lying expressionless and without reaction. Frolline's body slumped down to the floor, decaying helplessly as the nurses removed one by one the aids attached to his mother's body.
“Schatzi.”
Not long after, Ditya broke through. His gaze was fixated for a few seconds on the frozen body above the gurney, until his gaze was sidetracked on the squeezing Frolline, sitting on the floor.
“Schatzi.., are you okay?” tanya Ditya, rested and clutched tightly to the body of his lover who was not energetic.
“Fro..” call Ditya back, patting the face of Frolline who almost lost consciousness.
The world of Frolline was dark for a moment. He also lost consciousness. The last voice she heard was Ditya's voice calling her name repeatedly.
***
The beautiful eyelids blinked a few times until they finally opened perfectly. The white ceiling with the distinctive aroma of the hospital welcomed Frolline at the first opportunity.
His body was still weakening, his head turned to the side, turning to look at the white curtains that were so calm dangling down to the floor. Seen a view of the sky whitening, indicating the morning has picked up the day,
Not far from there, Marisa was sitting with her face puffy. Women's tears towards the age of half a century, continue to flow without restraint. Occasionally wipe him down slowly with the tissue clumping in his hand.
“Mami..” Overt Frolline weak.
Having mastered his condition, realizing his presence in the hospital room, Frolline tried to make a sound. The pieces of reality that occurred before his world blackened, had yet to be perfectly collected. Frolline was still too confused by his current state.
“Iya Darling. You're awake?” Marisa approached, pulling the chair next to the gurney. Grasping the sluggish Frolline tanga beside his body.
“Why am I here?” asked Frolline, innocently.
Marisa was stunned, not ready to give an answer. Membiarka Frolline gathered her memories by herself.
“Sabar yes, dear,” whispered Marisa, shedding her tears back. Looking at Frolline who was so similar to her mother, a sense of tightness once filled her chest cavity. Friends who have been considered his own family one by one go.
The shrieking scream of Frolline mixed with tears sounded loud and suddenly.
“Mamaaaaaaa...!” he shouted, rising straight from his sleep. Heed his spinning head. Jumped down from the gurney with a staggering path.
“Have a Love. The patient yes,” entertain Marisa, directly hugging Frolline like her own biological daughter.
This girl has not long lost her papa, now faced with losing her mother. It seems not long ago, she accompanied Frolline's mother who was lying limp in the rumas ailing at the death of her husband and now she has to accompany Frolline as well.
His memory returned, replaying the events of a few weeks ago. While alone with Mrs Gunawan. The woman who has now followed the departure of her husband had advised her to take care of Frolline, her only daughter.
He could not leave Frolline with Angella, who was clearly bloodless. Frolline is her daughter, while Angella is her husband's daughter. Although finally Frolline bears Gunawan's name behind his name, but the two brothers have no blood relation.
All this time they tried to cover up from everyone, even from Angella and Frolline himself. Only the Ocean family knows this secret. The secret they've been covering up together for the past twenty years.
“Where is it?” asked Frolline, after stopping her sobs.
“Ditya is taking care of your mama at the funeral home. After everything is done, he will pick you up here,” Marisa explained.
It seemed unable to say it, but no matter what happened, Frolline had to accept the reality.
***
Frolline continued to cry until noon. Marisa never stopped hugging and strengthening with a series of words.
“I want to see mama,” the stuffing again.
“Yes, wait for Ditya, soon until,” Marisa said. It was tired of contacting the younger brother, due to Frolline's repeated urges. If only Frolline's condition was possible, he himself would have ushered into the funeral home.
“Schatzi..,”:why Ditya, walking closer. Taking over Frolline from the arms of her brother, changing into her lover.
“You've eaten?” ask Ditya again.
From the door, Matt appears with a food box in his hand.
“Please Boss,” sodor Matt. Hand over the food box to Ditya.
“I don't want to eat, I want to meet mama,” said Frolline when I saw Ditya open the box containing the complete mixed rice.
“Eat a little, after that I will take you to meet mama,” persuaded Ditya, help to feed.
Marisa sat staring alone on the sofa. “Dit, what time is the funeral?” ask Marisa.
“In the meantime, still waiting for Fro,” said Ditya.
The brother sister's conversation again provoked Frolline's sadness, again she cried while hugging Ditya. Squeezing the sturdy arm that has been protecting her lately.
“Already, I'm here with you,” whispered Ditya slowly.
***
At exactly five o'clock in the afternoon, the procession was over. Not as many funerals Gunawan delivered many colleagues, colleagues, friends and family. This time it was just a few family members and close friends. There were no flower boards lined up throughout the courtyard of the house. Everything looks simple and a little closed.
Still in the same place, Madam Gunawan is buried right at the meal of the husband who has gone first.
“Mami know this is heavy, but you have to be strong,” said Marisa as they all gathered in the living room of the alm residence. Gunawan.
Both Angella and Frolline are seen sitting side by side on a long sofa, opposite Marisa and her husband. It was seen Ditya sitting next to the Frolline, hugging the bowed shoulders of the girl.
First itself, choosing to stand near the entrance, joined the family conversation.
“Mami knows, Angella and Firstan are separated. Even though you guys didn't say frankly, but Mami guessed it,” said Marisa opening her voice. The husband who also knew, did not look surprised.
“Mami don't know what Angell is planning after this,” continued Marisa again.
“I want to continue my studies, Mi,” said Angella.
“Alright, mommy doesn't matter. During your lecture, Papi and Firstan can help take care of your company,” explained Marisa, switching to staring at Frolline.
“From now on, Frolline will stay with mami,” Marisa said again. Surprised enough, especially Ditya.
The man stood up and opposed.
“No. I'm going to marry Fro. He will stay with me,” firmly Ditya, suddenly.
“You don't mind Fro?” tanya Ditya, turned to the girl who had been bowed down without a sound since from the funeral.
“Don't be crazy, Dit! You can't get married that fast. However you have to talk about it with daddy and mommy,” oceh Marisa upset.
“I object to Frolline staying with you, Brother!” obviously Ditya glanced towards Firstan.
Without saying much, Ditya pulled Froline's arm. “Fro pack your clothes. Come with me back to our house,” Ditya's orders.
Frolline bergeming. Own confusion.
“Come Fro, pack your things. We live together. I'll have Matt take care of our wedding files,” said Ditya again staring at Firstan and Angella alternately.
“Dit, can't be like this. You can't make a unilateral decision like this,” prevent Marisa, still can't believe that her sister will take a step so far.
“I'm sorry, Brother. My decision is round. I know everything and I can't let Frolline stay with you or Angella,” firmly Ditya, pulling Frolline up to the second floor.
“Your clothes. Bring only important data. For the others, I'll buy it for you. Don't bring anything from this house. You don't have any rights!” ditya's orders.
***
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