Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 39. Legitimate

Frolline sat pensively, after Ditya's departure. Worried about his own decision. If it is a matter of love, honestly he has not been able to love with Ditya, but there are other things that must be considered again. Services and all Ditya's sacrifices for his family. Moreover, Ditya has received the blessing of the father.

Long pondering and pensive, Frolline was startled by the sound of an open elevator. Marisa appears, her mom and Firstan are accompanied by Zoe, her new assistant.

“Nona, I was asked by Matt to drop off these two guests,” explained Zoe. The new assistant immediately excused himself once the task was completed.

“Mami,” Screeches Frolline.

“Where to Buy?” marisa asked, spreading her gaze, looking for her sister.

“To office, Mi,” Frolline says.

“What's up, Mi?” ask Frolline wonder.

“Combine your goods, we go home Mami,” take Marisa.

Hearing Marisa's words, the girl was stunned. Happy of course, as if someone was supporting the thought that had just crossed his brain.

However, his spirit shrunk back when he remembered his father and mother. Remembering Ditya's services to both his parents. Those sparkling eyeballs dimmed for a moment.

Moreover, given how terrifying Ditya's life was, Frolline felt that she would step onto the battlefield.

“I will still be married to Ditya,” said Frolline finally, with a directed look at Firstan. It feels hard to say it, but he has to do it.

Just as Frolline spoke, the elevator door opened. His third glance turned to the figure who stepped out from within the elevator. Ditya stood upright with Matt tailing behind.

“Kak, why visit suddenly like this,” said Ditya smiled cynically, stepping surely with his left hand tucked in his pants pocket.

“I have not reached the office, must turn back because of the arrival of an important guest this morning,” continued Ditya.

“Schatzi, why not let your sister-in-law and niece sit down,” said Ditya, clasping Frolline's hand and pulling the girl to sit down following him.

“Please!” said Ditya, let the two guests sit.

“Fro, make drinks for our guests,” whispered Ditya in Frolline's ear, but his eagle eyes stared intently at Firstan and turned to his brother. He knew clearly, the purpose of the arrival of the uninvited guest this morning.

As soon as Frolline moved into the kitchen, Ditya immediately opened his voice. “We'll get married later in the afternoon. Coincidentally Kak Marisa came, at least can bless us,” Ditya story slowly.

The mother and son who were sitting in front of Ditya were wide-eyed, not even expecting that they would get a surprise this early. He knew Ditya wasn't messing around, but didn't expect it to be this fast.

“You can't do this, Dit!” marisa Strictly.

“How about Daddy and Mommy ?” marisa continued, shaking her head.

Ditya smiled, throwing back Marisa's words.

“When Sister Marisa married sister-in-law, ever thought of Daddy and Mommy?” todong Ditya's.

“We are different Dit. I'm a girl. Make them not important my presence in the middle of the family. Different from you,” said Marisa.

“If I were so influential to Halim's extended family, Daddy would not have married your mother to give birth to a son, the successor of our family business empire,” continued Marisa.

“Sorry, I can't back down anymore. We've been living together. I don't want Fro to get pregnant without a husband,” Ditya told a lie. Hoping his words would repulse his brother's intentions.

Deg—

Marisa looked at her only sister with a probing look. Trying to digest the words Ditya had just thrown at him. Firstan who sat near his mother, did not have much to say. More quiet and staring at the kitchen.

If it wasn't for them being at Ditya's house, he wouldn't have asked much. But immediately took Frolline away. Here he could not do much, let alone his status was now not a lover of Frolline anymore.

“I can't believe what you said. I'll ask with Frolline myself. Why force married to a girl who doesn't even love you!” marisa Strictly.

“You have no shortage of women. Why force my daughter!” marisa protests.

“Fro don't mind,” says Ditya.

Before long Frolline appeared with two cups of warm tea in hand. He could not serve anything, that was all he found in the kitchen with the help of Ditya's domestic assistant.

“Firstan ...."

Frolline chose to sit back next to Ditya. Staring at the three people who were speechless as soon as he saw her rejoin.

“Come, Fro. Come home Mami. Ditya problem, Mami will take care of it for you,” said Marisa, launching her last attempt. For some reason, from the beginning he did not agree with all this. From the first time Ditya expressed his wish to Marisa, there was already rejection.

Marisa knows clearly how Ditya's life, she has experienced it herself. A life that will feel both horrible and fun.

“I will remain married to Ditya,” refused Frolline, repeating the affirmation previously spoken.

Marisa was completely shocked, unable to do anything more after hearing Frolline's reply repeated the second time.

“You sure, Fro?” marisa asked to make sure, turning to look at her son.

Frolline nodded. The two hands held each other on his lap. With a heavy heart, he finally determined his own life path. Either that answer will lead him to happiness or misery. He himself does not know.

“Sister Marisa heard it herself, right. I didn't force him. I'll marry her in a moment, so if you're willing to attend, I don't mind. Otherwise it's okay,” firmly Ditya, grabbing the hand of Frolline and grasping it while smiling.

The gaze of his eagle turned towards Firstan, Ditya smilingly looked at his nephew.

“If there is no business, we still have to get ready,” said Ditya half-shoo.

Marisa looked at Frolline with a sad look. I don't know what he's thinking.

“Mami go home, keep telling mami whatever it is,” said Marisa, rising from her seat and hugging Frolline. It felt like crying, considering how he had promised the late Mama Frolline would look after his daughter, but he failed to keep the mandate.

“Mami will attend your wedding ceremony,” whispered soft Marisa.

“Thank you, Brother,” said Ditya, smiling.

“Thank you, Mami,” Frolline said, hugging loudly while crying. I don't know why he wanted to cry. Remembering his mother or lamenting his own decisions.

***

A simple wedding, attended by only a few people. No fancy decorations, no beautiful decorations. Everything goes quickly under the strict guard of his man Ditya.

After the religious confirmation, he made his holy promise before God. Ditya brought Frolline to a place . To record their marriage legally.

After that, the two officially became husband and wife. Legally and legally, Matt and Zoe who accompanied both employers seemed to smile. According to the plan, soon they will fly to Surabaya.

Marisa, who attended all the processions, could only smile. Can't do anything anymore.

“You finally got married too,” said Marisa hugging her sister.

“Thank you, Brother. I'm going to Surabaya this afternoon. Sister Marisa doesn't want to come home?” ask Ditya.

“Not now. I don't want to add to the problem. Don't be so hard on Daddy, he's too old to take this heavy blow. Take care of my daughter,” whispered Marisa, between her arms.

“Come, Brother. He's your brother-in-law now. Not your son-in-law anymore. Stop asking her to call you Mami,” protest Ditya.

“I've thought of her like my own daughter,” reject Marisa.

“I don't want to have a mother-in-law like you,” joked Ditya, smile.

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