Crazy Rich Looking for Love
Chapter 4. Married
“Ask Han, take the car to the lobby. I'm going somewhere!” his command before turning back his gaze on the tiny body that was shaking violently before him.
Both bodyguards according. Hurry to carry out the orders of the young master who actually refused to be called the young master. The reason is simple, it is no longer the age of such strange calls.
“Eits wait! Ask Han for spare sandals. Bring it here!” his orders again, when he saw the plain feet of the Frolline that came into direct contact with the coldness of the hotel's granite floor.
“Begging Matt, prepare clothes for a girl the size of S,” said Ditya, researching at a glance the size of the body of a sweet girl who does not stop her crying pills.
“Do not open. She's a fine girl!” continued Ditya.
The reliable bodyguard understood immediately. Go immediately following the direction of the employer.
“Fro, don't cry anymore. Dear tears. Should be saved to cry for the right man,” persuaded Ditya, gently pat Frolline's arm around the knee.
It did not take long, a bodyguard appeared with a simple sandal. Leave it directly to Ditya.
“Bos, this. Han has also been waiting outside,” he explained, while thrusting a pair of sandals.
“Take this, Fro. Your feet are dirty,” pinta Ditya, put a pair of slippers right in front of the feet Frolline. His eyes were fixed on the clutch in line with the dress belonging to Frolline who had somehow been lying on the floor next to the owner.
Smile develops, while reaching for the tiny clutch and helping Frolline to bring him so as not to be left behind.
This time Frolline said, rubbing her tears violently. Her makeup crumbled, with eye dyes and blush blushing.
“We're on the car now. You can walk alone, right? I can't possibly carry you in our first meeting,” said Ditya, smiling. Opening the outermost suit of her outfit, narrating the black vest that befell her white shirt.
“Take this!” Ditya thrusting his black suit.
Your look is too open,” he continued, researching the dangling dress with open shoulders that show off the curves of the wearer's body.
“Thank you,” said Fro, draping the black suit that still left the scent of that expensive perfume on his shoulder.
Frolline, according to, walked behind the dashing man who was grasping at his rose gold clutch. The girl smiled for the first time. Staring at the back of the stocky clad in a white shirt in harmony with the black vest of the famous brand.
Once at the exit, Frolline's eyes rounded. There are three metallic black sedan cars with the latest three-star logo lined up neatly. Not far from the row of cars, there were four burly men clad in black suits standing lined up with hands clutching each other in front. Two of them Frolline had seen before, those whom the young master had ordered prepared slippers for him.
There were two more unfamiliar faces that made Frolline frown. One looked younger, the other much older.
“Han, car keys!” pinta Ditya, thrusting her hand at the old man in a black shirt.
“I will bring my own car,” continued the young master to the driver.
The much younger man walked over, smiling sweetly at Frolline.
“She's Matt, my assistant. For others, you do not need to know him,” obviously Ditya turned to look at Frolline who was standing down behind him.
Matt is seen opening the door of the middle car sandwiched between two other cars, allowing Frolline to enter. While Ditya seemed to surround the car, getting into the driver's side. The men lined up including the assistant and driver took positions in the two remaining cars.
"Is the life of the jetset like this?” inner Frolline, still unsure of the unusual experience.
Frolline was just an ordinary girl, born from an ordinary family, even though her papa owned a small company, their family business. He had been used to ride and down cars since babies, but their family cars were not this luxurious.
“You hungry?” tanya Ditya, start running the car.
The girl nodded shyly. Ditya gave her a new experience, even she forgot about her sadness for a moment. Too surprised by the world of Ditya which he had only seen from television or cyberspace. A world that has never been touched by it.
Stealing a glance, Frolline looked at the handsome man who looked dazzling as he gripped the steering wheel.
“You're curious about me?” ditya asked, still focusing on the highway.
“I’m single. I’m 35 years old. What else you want to know. I think you still remember my name clearly. I'm the sister of your former future-in-law,” explained Ditya.
Frolline turned back, seeing the black sedan following their car, the other black car had already walked first in front of the car he was now riding in.
“In the dashboard drawer there is a business card, here is my office address. If you are still unsure of my identity, you can keep that contact number on your phone or document it and send it to the person closest to you now,”, Ditya said, handing back the clutch to the owner.
“If you are still unsure, you can take a picture of me now, I don't mind. Please send it to anyone you can trust,” continued Ditya, trying to convince Frolline, if he does not mean bad or miscellaneous to the girl.
“Where do we eat?” ditya asked, glancing at the circular Patex Philippe on his wrist.
Frolline shook her head. Not having any options, mostly crying his mind was deadlocked.
“Alright, we eat in the usual place I eat, yes,” said Ditya gave an idea.
“Note the way, I could have kidnapped you, Miss. And sell you to a striped-nose guy. Not bad, I can get thousands of dollars without hard work,” shock Ditya, smile nosy.
Frolline shuddered. His hand had already opened the drawer in front of him, looking for the business card Ditya meant. Keep it in his clutch bag just in case.
The line of cars went into a restaurant, not too crowded, but not quiet as well. There were still some visitors who filled the restaurant seats.
Looked Matt down and into the restaurant. I don't know what he did, but not for long the man came out while tidying up his suit buttons. Tapping on the car window, where Ditya is now.
“Aman, Boss!” report it while smiling.
“As usual, I don't want an escort inside,” said Ditya, opening the car door. The assistant was pushed back.
“I don't want the bre”ngsek guards lined up like they want apples on the restaurant page,” scolding Ditya. A little annoyed by the already out-of-place escort.
“Begging them to hide in the car. This girl is not from the same family as me. He is not used to escorts like this obvious,” continued Ditya. Since the beginning of coming to the reception he had been annoyed half to death. As soon as his daddy knew he was going to attend his nephew's reception, Halim immediately sent additional bodyguards for him.
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Ditya and Frolline were sitting sweetly staring at the various menus that were held at the round table. A waiter standing beside the table filled the wine into a legged glass. Right about to move on the second glass, Ditya stopped it.
“No, one glass only. This girl doesn't drink. Prepare the juice for him. What juice would you like?” ask Ditya.
“I want to try the one in the glass alone,” Pinta Frolline, while cutting the steak and put it in the mouth.
“No. Orange juice!” pinta Ditya on the waiter.
“You can drink after getting to know me further. I don't want you to get drunk at the first introduction,” explained Ditya. Take a steak on his plate.
The two had already finished the contents of their plates, as Ditya opened his voice after gulping down the wine in his glass.
“Forget First, she's married. It is not good to damage the household of others,” he said. He remembered Kailla. The first love she met when she was married.
“First my lover, until now he is still my lover. She doesn't love Angell, this marriage is forced. First is still asking me to wait for him,” explains Frolline, not liking Ditya's words so frankly.
“I should have been there, not Brother Angell! They will divorce after Angell gives birth,” explains Frolline. Instantly is closing his mouth, emotions make him provoked and open the disgrace of both loved ones.
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Love You All
Thanks though.
