Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 41. Please take your rights

The fingers of the fingers lentik squeezed each other, the beautiful face also seemed to store anxiety. Repeatedly stealing glances at the handsome figure with his eyes closed, sleeping on his back filled the right side of the bed.

Every looked at Ditya, Frolline as if reminded of the status of a new mistress a few hours pinned in front of her name. Not to mention his worries when he saw the transparent bathroom in the middle of their room. Ah, how could he have missed this night safely. That's what's on his mind right now.

“Fro, you don't want to sleep? You're not tired?” tanya Ditya, speaking. After a long time, just peek with your eyes closed. He could see clearly the anxiety that could not be hidden women who now bear the status of Lady Ditya Halim Hadinata. The woman who made him give up his bachelor status for 35 years was defended with pride.

“I'm not sleepy,” firmly Frolline, hurriedly replied.

“Sleep first, prepare your strength to fight with me later tonight,” seductive Ditya. Both corners of his lips were pulled upwards.

There is a sensation when throwing vulgar jokes on his wife. The pink hue on Frolline's cheeks, made her feel lucky to have such an innocent girl who could be loyal with one heart even though the man had betrayed her.

To be honest, one of the reasons Ditya dropped his heart on Frolline was because of his loyalty. Frolline could be loyal and accept Firstan even though the man had already hurt her. His wife is a stupid woman, but she does need a woman who can love him in a stupid way. And Ditya will fight for the love of Frolline.

Ditya needs the love of Frolline who is blind and stupid, so that Frolline still want to stay by his side even though the world separates them. His life is hard and not all women will be able to survive on his side.

“How? You're ready, right?” goda Ditya is back.

Reminded like that, Frolline shuddered. He wasn't a plain yesterday afternoon kid and didn't understand anything. Of course he knew clearly, with his decision to accept Ditya's proposal there are rights and obligations that must be carried out and received as a wife.

“Dit, can we pull back until I'm ready?” bargain Frolline, try to negotiate.

Ditya opened his eyes, bending his hands together behind his head, displaying his chest muscles that looked perfect in this pose

“What are you afraid of?” ask Ditya.

Frolline shook her head. “Everything,” whispered slowly.

With a single pull, Ditya managed to make Frolline fall on the bed, right next to him. Fill the empty side of the bed.

“Then, let's get to know each other first,” Ditya said. As fast as lightning grabbed onto Frolline's body and clasped it tightly.

The girl did not twitch, only quietly curled up in the warmth of Ditya's embrace. Her heart pounded, racing as her facial skin clung to the bare chest of the man who was now her husband.

With the position as it is now, Frolline could hear clearly Ditya's heart beating regularly. He did not dare to move, just silently counting second by second. Pray that time will soon pass.

Frolline could feel, the skin of their bodies more attached along with Ditya's hands tighten the dingle.

“Dit ...." Frolline called out.

“Ssttt .. sleep only. I was sleepy,” whispered Ditya, pecking at the head of the now resigned wife without a fight in her arms.

“Dit, can we move room only,” pinta Frolline.

Ditya surprised. With the tip of his index finger, raise Frolline's pointy chin to look at him.

“What's with this room? Why do you always ask to move? Do you feel any negative auras here?” ditya asked in surprise, frowning.

Frolline shook her head. “I can't shower in that bathroom,” show Frolline.

Ditya tried to follow the direction of the index Frolline. His laughter broke when he understood the objection of the wife.

“Why indeed? We are husband and wife, there is no harm if we share, understand each other, open with each other and know each other,” said Ditya.

“And that bathroom has the same concept as our relationship now. Let us learn to share, understand, be open and get to know each one of us personally. And that we can start from there,” continued Ditya back wide.

The coachman's debate ended and they fell asleep hugging each other. Whether it had been going on for how long, Ditya's sudden ringing of his cell phone on the nightstand shocked Frolline, breaking the silence that had previously filled the luxurious room.

Frolline fumbled to find the origin of the sound, until her eyes caught a creaking flat object, vibrating rubbing against the wooden nightstand.

“Dit, your phone,” call Frolline, patting her husband's field softly.

He piqued, finally opened his eyes, grabbed the phone and put the flattened device into his ear.

“Bos, bad! Bodyguard delivery of your daddy is waiting in the hotel lobby,” story Matt.

Deg—

“What's up, Dit?” ask Frolline wonder.

“It's okay. What time is it?” ditya asked in a hoarse voice, turning off Matt's call unilaterally.

“Jam six.”

“Let's get up, get ready. My stomach is hungry,” said Ditya, pushing small Frolline's body and immediately rose from his sleep.

Unabashedly, the man took off his trousers, rushed into the square transparent room and prepared to clean himself.

Seeing Ditya's disobedience, Frolline screamed. Closing his mouth with his palm and choosing to close his eyes then peek slowly.

“Ish! You're more shameless, Fro!” frolline swore to herself when she realized she herself peeked and admired the naked body of Ditya who was enjoying the water of faucets that rained down on her husband's burly body.

***

Ditya chose to enjoy dinner at the restaurant in the hotel with the consideration that his father's man has been lurking. The man sought peace for the sake of his wife who knew nothing.

“Dit, can you leave me in the room alone. I want to take a shower but don't want you to watch me,” pinta Frolline. His body was sultry, after a day of not touching the water.

The two of them were already standing at the door of the room after finishing their dinner.

“One hour only,” pinta Frolline again, apply.

After a long time of thought, Ditya relented. Handing over cardlock to Frolline. “One hour, no more,” firmly Ditya, turning body. Walk towards his assistant's room.

“I'm in Matt's room,” said Ditya again.

***

Frolline was drying her hair in front of the mirror when the room door was knocked slowly. Before long, Ditya's voice sounded softly in front of the door.

“How long was it?” ask Ditya, as soon as the door of the room opens. The man walked in, dropped his ass on the bed.

Frolline refused to answer, continuing to dry her hair. Not caring about Ditya's gaze that had started to get a little strange.

Since entering, the man has distracted himself with his wife's satin nightgown. Although not sexy and open, but quite showing the slim body shape Frolline.

Frolline, who was focused on her hair, did not notice any movement behind her, until both hands tightly wrapped around her waist. Not until there, Ditya had dropped his chin on Frolline's shoulder.

“I love you,” whispered Ditya, staring gently at the mirror.

Frolline froze in place, already understanding what the next direction was like. Despite trying to accept Ditya by agreeing to this marriage, but his innermost heart still holds Firstan.

It's not easy, for years he loved Firstan. Even from not understanding the meaning of love itself. After even the betrayal of Firstan, his love still did not diminish. The love remains the same.

“I still love First,” whispered Frolline, that drop of tear fell without being held back. Frolline knew she had no right to say such a hurtful word in front of her husband.

“I know, I was wrong. Still saving others in my heart,” continued Frolline bowed.

Ditya smiled bitterly. Actually already know, but Frolline's speech was like slapping him to return to reality and not excessive dreams.

“Right now I can't love you with my heart and feelings, but I promise to love you with my logic.”

“I know, I'm your wife. Please take your rights,” said Frolline bowed, with a trembling voice.

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