Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 40. The Surabaya

Ditya and Frolline are already sitting inside a private jet that will take them to Surabaya. Ditya brought all his assistants and bodyguards, including Zoe and the wife's bodyguard.

The first-time Frolline, enjoying the thrills and luxury of private jet flight, seemed to circulate his gaze. He was still not satisfied sweeping his gaze, until Ditya pulled him sitting on his lap.

The man with a branded suit from head to toe was already sitting comfortably with a smile when he caught the wet face of Frolline who blushed in this semesra treatment.

Honestly, before signing the marriage certificate, Ditya never did the little things that looked sweet. Ditya treatment is not far from the grip of the hand or a warm hug with an occasional kiss on the forehead or lips. It is also very rare, if there are no specific moments.

Welcome, Mrs. Ditya Halim Hadinata,” said Ditya took off the sunglasses that have since adorned his handsome face.

“Dit, I sat there,” whispered Frolline, pointing to an empty spot next to Ditya. His eyes circled around, looking at the assistants and bodyguards who were throwing glances at the window with bated smiles.

“Can't call me Dit Dit Again!” ditya protest. He has long wanted to protest, but he has not had the right to lodge the protest. And now, he feels he has earned the right to it.

“I have to call what?” ask Frolline.

“At least sweeter than just Dit,” said Ditya, clutching the waist of Frolline to keep sitting on his lap.

“Later to think, please let me just sit there,” pinta Frolline again. By moving to and fro, Frolline was trying to escape.

Ditya relented, after seeing the look of discomfort printed clearly on the pretty face of Frolline. Ditya let Frolline sit next to him. In fact he donated his shoulder voluntarily to Frolline leaning there.

Long silent without a sound, Frolline enjoyed the most luxurious air travel she had not done so far until she was tired of herself and fell asleep. Moving to his dream realm.

Seeing that, Ditya grabbed the hand of the Frolline, carrying it over his lap. The smiling man stared at the wedding ring that was now tucked away on Frolline's ring finger.

“I'm sorry, can't give you a beautiful wedding like everyone's dream,” whispered Ditya, peeping the slumbering Frelline temple, squeezing in her arms.

“We have to pocket the blessing of both my parents used to be able to make a fancy party and acknowledge you as my wife in the world,” continued Ditya, tidying up some strands of hair that fell covering part of the face of Frolline, and then saying, and tuck it behind the ear.

An hour of air travel was not felt. Ditya who spent more time by arranging sentences in his brain to face his parents was letting Frolline sleep soundly. He knew that soon they would fight, and his wife would be stripped naked.

“I changed my mind!” ditya said, as soon as their plane landed and set foot into Surabaya.

All three burly men with tattoos covered almost the entire surface of the skin, plus Matt and Zoe, Frolline's new assistant and Matt's distant cousin, stopped their tracks. The next look turned their eyes to the two employers who had just held their new status.

“How does that mean, Boss?” matt asked, asking courageously. Confused to change his mind meant by his employer.

“We go to the hotel today, tomorrow we meet Daddy,” said Ditya, holding the hand of Frolline, stepping with a smile.

Hearing the word hotel, the heart of Frolline almost dislodged. He was used to living with Ditya. However, for some reason several hours bearing the status of wife of Ditya Halim Hadinata his mind became chaotic when the thought of having to share a room with a man who still feels foreign in his heart.

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The sound of a towed suitcase wheel collaborating with the clattering of steps echoed along the corridor to Matt's specially-ordered presidential suite, an assistant who was now pulling his employer's suitcases and tailing behind.

Ditya who walked the front with his wife's hand attached, seemed to move his head left and right, looking for a golden-coated room number attached to the door that matches the cardlock number in his hand.

Without waiting for long, the door opened. It was pitch-black welcoming, yet it seemed a luxury that made wide-eyed admiring.

Ditya stepped in along with yellowish lights that lit perfectly, showing the luxury of rooms with a view of the city of Surabaya. The man threw a cardlock on the nightstand, while crashing his body sitting on a soft bed with a pillow of reddish-wrapped goose feathers as a decoration.

Matt pulled the suitcase, entered into the luxurious room of his employer was looking seductive smile. Admire her honeymoon room of choice, which is sure to reap praise.

“Bos, I brought you a wind repel. I inserted it in your pile of clothes,” Matt's tease, rushed out after throwing a joke. Enough to know yourself, the newlyweds would want to enjoy time together.

The sound of the room door closed, making the heart of the Frolline again beat fast. Since then, he just stood on the edge of the bed. Embarrassedly, walk through the spacious luxury room that will be her bridal room tonight.

Imagining tonight would be her first night with Ditya, Frolline shuddered. Roughly shaking his head, so that the creepy thoughts immediately get out of his brain.

“You're not tired, Fro?” ask Ditya.

Frolline. However, he did not have time to answer, Ditya had already pulled him closer. The man tightly hugged the waist of the Frolline with his position still sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You like our room?” tanya Ditya, looking at his wife,

“Like, the room is beautiful,” said Frolline, circulating the view around. However, just as his lips were clenched, his mouth opened again and was shocked when he saw in the middle of the room a bathtub complete with a shower and a toilet only blocked the transparent glass wall without a cover.

“Dit, we move another room only, yes,” invite Frolline in a soft tone, pleading. His eyes were still fixed on the transparent bathroom in the middle of the room.

“You don't like?” ask Ditya wonder. The feeling says that this room has included luxury and classy. Why did his wife ask to move another room.

“How do I shower this way,” Frolline lamented inwardly.

Those beautiful eyes were still staring at the transparent glass-walled square room with a grimacing face. Frolline imagined bathing inside there, back he shuddered.

“Dit, we moved to another hotel, yes,” invite Frolline.

“I'm tired, Fro. I'm gonna take a little nap. Do not think strangely,” said Ditya who still has not caught the objections of his wife. Without thinking any more, Ditya took off his clothes, throwing them away. Bare-chested, immediately put his body on the bed.

“Ya Lord .. how do I miss tonight,” whispered Frolline quietly.

“We will spend the night together, Fro,” said Ditya in a loud voice making Frolline flinch. The man's eyes closed, but his lips grinned triumphantly.

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