Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 36: Having the right to rule over me

Frolline relented, forced to drag Ditya out of his house and bring the emotionally stricken handsome man home. Not without reason, Ditya who was at the peak of anger, still attacked Firstan blindly.

“Dit, let's go home!” frolline exclaimed, pulling back Ditya's body, while tightly hugging the man's waist. Not taking it off for a second. Right now, that was all Frolline could do.

He was quite grateful, at least his hugs and hugs were still working. The handsome man who was currently behaving like a child instantly complied.

Dragged him to the car with a sour face. Frolline could still see the look of Firstan, who was speechless looking at him. There was sadness and regret in his eyes.

“I'm tired. I don't want to be disturbed,” said Frolline, after slamming his body in the back seat. Sitting leaned back, unwinded and the sadness he tried to hide, repeating back everything that had just happened before his eyes.

Just as they had arrived home after the funeral procession of Mamanyas, the sadness had not disappeared, the fatigue had not disappeared, Ditya suddenly argued with Marisa, culminating in a struggle with Firstan. Frolline did not know what to do, had to follow what said the handsome man who later had the status of his lover.

And now here he is. Forced to follow Ditya's will, rather than making the problem long and wide everywhere.

The car Han was driving, breaking through the streets of the capital. At full speed, Han was silent and concentrated on the streets. Unlike the man beside her, Matt was busy with a cell phone in his hand. I don't know what the young master's beloved assistant did, but it seems like there is an important matter that he is finishing.

Ditya himself just sat quietly, while occasionally talking to Frolline. The girl who sat with a sad face beside her.

“Come here Schatzi,” said Ditya, embracing Frolline's shoulder and taking her into a warm embrace.

“I'm sorry. I'm upset with your ex-lover,” said Ditya, tightening his arms. Occasionally gently pat Frolline's shoulder.

“You cry again,” bargain Ditya.

“I want to sleep,” says Frolline, close your eyes. Trying to hide the sadness and resentment she was holding back.

Losing your mother is not easy. When his father left, he was still able to stand strong because there was still his mother.

And suddenly, he also had to lose his mother. Now he has no one else. Her relationship with her sister, Angella is not exactly good. Especially since Angella's marriage with Firstan, her relationship with her brother can be said to be only good outside.

No one could be alright, after experiencing what the three of them had experienced. If it looks good, just to keep the kinship rope. In a small heart, still tucked disappointed mountains.

Half an hour passed, the black sedan car entered the Ditya residence area. Seen trailing behind, another sedan containing two bodyguards who also always follow wherever Ditya steps, the young master.

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“You can use my room from now on,” said Ditya, shortly after entering his luxury penthouse.

It looks like Matt who just entered by carrying a suitcase belonging to Frolline and put it in the room in question.

“Bos, excuse me first,” said to Matt, after finishing saving the suitcase. The assistant walked up to the shelf that was near the exit and took out the medicine box.

“Bos, I put it here,” continued Matt, pointing towards the drug city he placed on the table, before coming out of his employer's penthouse.

Ditya. Glanced at a glance and rushed into the room, catching up with Frolline. As soon as he stepped his foot into the room, Ditya caught a pitiful sight.

Frolline was crying, sitting on the side of the bed staring at the glass wall that featured a view of skyscrapers with flickering lights in the middle of the night darkness.

Sighing roughly, Ditya slammed into his body, sitting next to the Frolline. Staring at his lover who was always sad all day.

“Still there is me. I'll take care of you, Fro,” whispered Ditya. Embracing that weak, powerless body to lean on him.

“Don't cry again,” persuaded Ditya, raised his taper chin Frolline and removed the tears that continued to trace on his girl's cheek.

Not until there, a warm kiss, without permission ditya dabbed on the thin lips Frolline. A light kiss, only sweeping for a moment.

“From now on, I'll take care of you. I will take responsibility for you, I will protect you with both hands,” Ditya said with confidence.

No answer, Frolline was silent. Just listening, occasionally staring at Ditya.

“We're going to Surabaya, meet my parents.” Ditya says.

“Do you have to be that fast?” ask Frolline, hesitating.

“Dit, I'm serious!” frolline protest.

Assume with confidence. “I'm serious. I never mess with you,” insisted Ditya.

The man seemed to be moving from his seat. Open a drawer, in one of his bedroom closets. I don't know what he was looking for, it appears Ditya kept something in his pants pocket.

“Cute me!” bring Ditya.

As before, Ditya took her by the pool. Again, the man pulled his hand and threw himself into the pool.

Water is my favorite place. Because in there, he could hide a lot of things. He can cry his life to the satisfaction without anyone knowing. He could disguise his excitement so that not many people would know.

He can vent his resentment and despair, channeling his grief and aloofness without many people knowing. To be honest, being a Ditya Halim Hadinata is exhausting and emotionally draining.

He must learn to pretend and cover up his own feelings. He must be willing to live his life is limited by family rules, limited by his space, and often even hide many things from the world so that the big name Halim Hadinata is maintained.

Sadly, his wife and son will experience the same. That fame and luxury must be redeemed at a great price.

“He loves it with this water and pool!” inner Frolline after complaining, did not dare to protest.

Without speaking and still with a hug, as the two went into the water. He deftly pulled something out of his pants pocket. A sparkling diamond-eyed ring beautifully pinned Ditya on the ring finger of the Frolline

Frolline could only resign, unable to refute. Since deciding to accept Ditya, he has more according to. Following whatever Ditya wanted, there was not as much protest as before. He knew enough himself, the man who now hugged him at the bottom of the pond had already done a lot for him, for his family.

Of course he knew clearly, would not be able to pay for it. Can't afford to replace everything Ditya has done for his parents.

A warm and short hug. Ditya hurriedly pulled the Frolline up. Too long they're inside, the girl's gonna be out of breath.

“Tomorrow we get married. I've asked Matt to take care of everything. After marriage, I will take you home to my parents, ” explained Ditya, smilingly staring at the ring that is coiled on the ring finger of Frolline.

“Do you have to be this fast? Both my parents just died,” whispered Frolline.

Ditya smiled. “I even asked for their blessing this afternoon, when we were at the funeral,” Ditya story, who had even thought long ago. Prepare everything. Evidenced from the ring that is now coiled on the ring finger of Frolline. Ditya ordered it the day after Frolline received her proposal some time ago.

“From now on, familiarize yourself with my life. Slowly, I will introduce my world to you,” explained Ditya.

“How about your parents?” ask Frolline. A little surprised by the sudden wedding plan expressed by Ditya, even before inviting him to meet his parents.

“How do I tell you, that my parents would definitely not approve of you. I hope, after introducing you as my wife, they won't dwell,” Ditya's inner self.

“We live together, I'm afraid of khilaf. We should just get married ,” said Ditya, give a reason.

“But.." Frolline could not continue his sentence, Ditya had already cut his words.

“I don't care, anyway we've lived together. Getting married now or later is not really a problem for me. I'm male. If anything happens to us, I am not harmed at all.”

“However, this marriage is there to keep your good name, your pride as a woman. And make you have the right to rule me,” explained Ditya smiling.

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