Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 35: Let's Go Home

“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.

Frolline hesitated, but at the moment she had no choice. He didn't even think too far. All the calamities in his life came so suddenly, alternating like tireless. He gave her no chance to think or to think.

Seeing Frolline silent, Ditya moved by himself.

“Say where you keep your important papers, Fro. Your degree, your birth certificate or something. We don't need for anything else,” explained Ditya, opening almost all the drawers in the Frolline room without permission. Search for the data in question.

“Fro, come on Fro don't just shut up. I can't let you stay in line with Firstan,” Ditya explained.

“I don't want to get married this fast,” said Frolline. The girl made a sound after a long silence. Expressing his own opinion.

Ditya sighed. Honestly, he was getting tired of Frolline's behavior. He knew his patience was being tested at all times, but if it were to be continuously pounded like this, that patience would reach its threshold.

“Yes, no problem. We can stay at home without ties,” said Ditya, massaging his temple to hold back upset with Frolline's tough attitude.

“Come Fro, pack your things,” ask Ditya again.

Frolline, according to him, opened his closet and issued a map containing important data. Put it on the bed. Then drop the small suitcase from the closet.

“Let me alone,” said Ditya, helping Frolline unload her suitcase.

“Bawa to taste. No need to bring everything. Tomorrow I will buy you new clothes,” said Ditya, dropping his tired body onto the bed. Sitting while peeking at the personal data of Frolline in the map.

The first thing he saw when opening the map was the birth certificate. It says the name Frolline Gunawan there. The second daughter of two brothers, Gunawan and Riana Sari.

“Fro, why haven't you seen Om or Tantemu all this time. Your father's an only child?” ask Ditya. He did not see any of Gunawaan's brothers or sisters coming to the funeral.

“Iya, the only child and papa company is the legacy of the papa family,” explained Frolline as she folded her clothes and put them in a suitcase.

Ditya nodded in a sign of understanding. Matt couldn't gather much information from either parent of Frolline.

“Mu?” ask Ditya again.

“Mama has a brother, Om Reino. When I was a kid, Om Reino visited home several times.”

“Mama also has a twin sister, Aunt Rania. Mama's story, Auntie died before I was born. Car crash. Mama is also not very clear.”

“Om Reino who knows clearly the story of Aunt Rania,” continued Frolline.

Ditya just listening. Not very important with the past of both parents. He had already established his heart, the past of his two parents became insignificant. He'll fight for Frolline.

He had already advanced and entered the life of Frolline too far. It was impossible to retreat again just because of a small stumbling block.

***

Ditya got off the second floor of the Frolline house with a suitcase. Seen behind him, Frolline tailed while looking down.

“Matt, please input to car!” ditya's orders, hand over the briefcase to his assistant.

Everyone was waiting in the living room. There was Samudra and Marisa sitting on the sofa. Firstan is still in the same position. Angella sat on the sofa opposite Marisa.

“Kak, I say goodbye,” said Ditya, grabbing the hand of Frolline who dangled and gripped him tightly.

“Waiting To! We need to talk. You can't just take Fro,” prevent Marisa.

“Fro, mommy wants to talk to this brat for a minute,” pinta Marisa, pull that one-of-a-kind sister inside.

Marisa takes her sister into an empty room, which is usually used as a guest room to be a four-eye talk about their family problems.

“What's up Brother?” ask Ditya with his leisure.

Plakkkp!

A hard slap without prior notice draped Marisa in Ditya's face. Hoping that his sister would soon come to her senses, not doing things that would be against their extended family.

“Aware!” marisa Strictly.

“And you will see how my daughter is humiliated. Just like my husband used to be,” continued Marisa.

“Kak, I will seriously marry Fro,” said Ditya, rubbing his cheek that had just been slapped.

“I know. After not getting daddy's blessing, where are you going to hide your wife? The british? Germany?” marisa asked, still with her anger.

“You know Dit. You're daddy's only son. You can't just take action. Daddy won't kick you out like he kicked me out, but he will hurt your wife,” Marisa continued.

“Kak, I'm serious this time. Before this, I had never brought anyone in front of daddy. It's Fro alone that I'll take back to Surabaya.”

“Try it! Don't dare bring Frolline stay with you before getting the blessing of daddy and mommy,” said Marisa.

“Kak!” Ditya was provoked by emotion.

“I don't care. From today Fro will stay with me,” insisted Ditya. Her jaw hardened as her brother showed a repulsive attitude.

“Just say we're married. I don't give a shit. You better take care of your son. I'm more afraid of him than daddy. What would Fro be if he stayed with you. Your son is terrible,” said Ditya.

“What do you mean you're ugly about your own niece?” ask Marisa upset.

“Just ask your son. How depraved he is. Married her brother, dating her sister simultaneously,” Ditya story.

“Even he promised Fro, would divorce his wife and marry Fro after his son was born,”.

Marisa was aghast, shaking her head. His tears almost spilled when he imagined what Ditya told him was reality.

“No, I educate Firstan to take responsibility,” said Marisa, still do not want to believe.

“If you don't believe me, ask Matt. I was forced to use disgusting means to separate him from your beloved son!” firmly Ditya.

“No! My son is not like that,” insists Marisa is back.

Ditya breathed. “I'm saying goodbye, Brother. From today Fro will stay with me. He will be my responsibility.”

The man rushed out, leaving his brother who still did not want to believe all the facts he revealed.

While opening the door of the room, Ditya was surprised by the figure of Firstan standing in front of the door. His nephew seemed to be holding back his anger. With a face line that looks firm and eyes reddened. The veins stand out in their temples.

Bukk!!

A punch landed right on Ditya's jaw without preparation. Not until there, Firstan kicked Ditya's stomach so that it fell back into the room. Not yet Ditya stood up, Firstan had already blocked his shirt and hit Ditya's face once again.

“Wake up, Breng*sek!! You purposely separated me from Fro. Using that sneaky way. I was suspicious from the beginning, Fro can't be that easy to give up on you,” Firstan said.

Marisa who witnessed the struggle of the two, could only break up while screaming. Not long after the Ocean, Angella and Frolline arrive, watching the struggle of Om and the nephew.

“Dit, already!” shouted Frolline, pulling Ditya who was now changing positions, taking over Firstan. The man was piercing his nephew's body and lashing out a punch.

“Dit, already!” screamed Frolline again, dragging Ditya and carrying the man away.

“Let me go, Fro. He's brash!” exclaim Ditya preparing to attack Firstan again.

“Already, let's go home,” invite Frolline while hugging her waist tightly, making Ditya's fist that has been drifting into the air weaken instantly.

“Let's go home now,” take Frolline. Still hugging Ditya tightly. He could hear and feel Ditya's heart rate clearly.

***

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