Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 43: Halim Hadinata Palace

Morning picks up, the moon evenings return to the contest. Morning sun, already appeared shyly hiding behind the thick fog. Dew dots ran over the leaves, ready to welcome a tinge of skin-stinging light.

In the presidential suite room, one of the luxury hotels in Surabaya, the newlyweds still embrace each other in their dreams. Occasionally reviewing a smile, in his sleep and closed. Until a tinge of solar breaks through the window slit.

A gentle knock on the door, trying to wake a sleeping couple, exhausted from spending the night with the typical sports of a new couple.

When the knock was unable to keep the occupants of the room awake, Matt the assistant did not lose his mind. Waking through the device, screaming loudly, creaking violently, forcing Ditya to wake up.

“Who is looking for trouble with me so early?” he muttered in a hoarse voice, fumbling on the nightstand, trying to find the origin of the noise that woke him up.

“Iya..,” greet Ditya with closed eyes. Frolline who is still at home dreaming, not disturbed at all. Still sleeping with regular, deep breaths.

“Bos, get out soon. Your daddy bodyguard is growing. This morning there were two more people waiting in the lobby and parking lot. It seems like from yesterday there was an online gossip media following you,” explained Matt Long.

The sleepy eyes were wide open. Stiffened for a few seconds with a naked woman clinging to her body. Ditya finally smiled, as his brain recalled what he had just missed with his wife last night. Inauguration and celebration of their status as a couple of husband and wife of course.

“Where is my guy? How can I save?” ask Ditya.

“Begging them to make sure no photos of my wife were taken. I don't want Fro distracted,” Ditya's orders.

“Good Boss,” says Matt, according.

“After breakfast, get ready! I'll meet daddy,” continued Ditya again, turn off the connection and throw his expensive phone back on the nightstand.

Highlight Ditya's eyes which had previously been seen sparkling with annoyance, dimmed as she caught the calming sight of the woman beside her. Frolline realized that she was no longer alone.

There is someone who will accompany his life, share happiness, share smiles, share life, even share problems and sorrows. He could no longer be a selfish person, who could take unilateral decisions, take decisions without discussion as before, there would definitely be a petite figure protesting, if he dared to do so.

The good morning kiss landed smoothly on the forehead of the Frolline, teasing deeply.

“Good morning, Schatzi,” whispered.

“Hmmmm,” Frolline murmur, eye opening. The first person she saw was Ditya. Even the face of the man who had become her husband was only a few inches from her sight.

Recollecting the pieces of the story last night that were scattered, when it was perfectly fused, Frolline immediately buried her face behind a pillow. Covering the red hue on both of her cheeks, resisting embarrassment. Let alone realizing they were still equally innocent, hiding behind a blanket.

“Come wake up! We have to meet your in-laws,” said Ditya, grabbing onto the tiny body of Frolline, clutching her tightly. With a single jolt, Ditya changed positions. Overwhelmed Frolline and shut under her body with both hands resting on the bed.

“Still sick?” ditya asked, putting a forehead on his wife's forehead.

“Don't remind me again,” great-grandson Frolline, throw away his gaze. It's a shame to be reminded of what they missed last night.

“I love you. Thank you,” said Ditya, showering kisses and kisses all over the face of Frolline, immediately heard the screams of protest Frolline so adorable.

“Me or you shower first?” ask Ditya, sit up.

“Or want to take a bath together to save time,” bargain Ditya, raise both eyebrows tease the wife.

“I don't want to,” reject Frolline, pull the blanket up, clutches tightly cover her naked body.

“No need to close too. I've memorized every inch of his neck,” the Ditya stain.

“Ahhhh, don't tease me anymore,” screeches Frolline, pulling the blanket to cover his entire face.

He just smiled, looking at his wife. Their first morning, tread a new day with their new status. Hopefully the road they will go through is not as difficult as imagined. Hopefully they can get that blessing without a lot of drama and stories, even though Ditya is pessimistic.

***

After finishing breakfast, Ditya took Frolline to the car in a tight escort of two assistants and his bodyguard.

It did not take long, the accompaniment of the car out of the hotel courtyard, without them realizing there were two other cars that followed behind. The streets of Surabaya are still lengthened, making them not take long to arrive at the residence of Halim Hadinata.

Frolline squeezed tightly into Ditya's hand as their vehicle entered the magnificent whitewashed gate. As soon as the doors opened automatically, they were greeted by some security standing lined up on the side of a long street with tall trees towering to the right of the street. There did not appear to be any buildings there, except for the security post beside the gate. Throughout the eyes looked at only the green grass with a few large trees and an artificial lake at some point.

“Daddy used to play golf here,” obviously Ditya saw the astonishment of his wife.

“Daddy has started getting sick, so it is rarely out of the house. More activities at home,” explained Ditya.

Their car is still moving forward, down the street. Not long after they met with the second security post. Matt, who was holding the steering wheel, appeared to slow down the car and open the window, waving and smiling at two strapping men dressed in black complete with a portofon aka a walkie talkie around the waist.

Continuing, along the winding road, they were soon greeted by a white gate again. But not as high up ahead. Back there is a security post, but it looks much tighter here. Matt stopped his car and walked out.

A luxury five-story building in modern classic style welcomes them. In front of the house there is a large fountain pool while saying welcome. Not until there, Frolline was surprised to see one of the tallest buildings that are still part of the house, more precisely maybe called a palace. At the top of the building, there was a helicopter parked neatly.

Matt stopped his car right in front of the main door guarded by two well-bodied men, who immediately welcomed their arrival. It looks like the two are scrambling to open the car door, like they already understand who is visiting so early.

“Welcome to Halim Hadinata's palace,” whispered Ditya reached out his hand, preparing to help Frolline get out of the car,

Frolline really did not believe what she was going through.

“In front of daddy and mommy, don't call me by name,” pinta Ditya, whisper.

“Hah!?” Frolline was surprised and confused.

“I have to call what?” ask Frolline for confusion.

“Call the same as mommy is calling me. Call me Koko,” said Ditya casually.

“Ko.ko,” Frolline repeating back. It felt strange on his tongue, unfamiliar yet.

Ditya.

“Good morning, Young master Halim,” greet both security people, while bowing.

“Good morning... Miss.”

“Call her young mistress Halim,” cut Ditya tell. Without waiting, Ditya had already sailed in while holding onto the hand of Frolline which cooled down instantly.

***

As soon as the door opened, the two were shocked. Even Matt and Zoe were trailing behind him to stop his steps. Halim Hadinata stood up to greet them.

“Finally you brought this little pe”lacur home to see me too!” halim said with a thunderous voice. Everyone in the room immediately looked down.

The old man, the incumbent leader of the Halim Group, stood with a rod refuting the body in his right hand. Next to him, an aide stood firm, worried that the sickly old man had fallen.

“Dad, she's my wife, not pe”lacur,” said Ditya with firmness, clutching tightly the hand of Frolline who held back his nervousness and fear.

Halim's gaze shifted, stripping Frolline who was wearing a simple white dress. Researching from head to toe.

“She's a little prettier than the photo my guy sent,” Halim commented.

“How much has my son given you? I'll give you two more legs than he gave you!” halim said, without a stale base.

“Joe! Bring here!” Halim thrust out her hand. The adjutant took a large black bag and handed it to Halim.

Momentary silence.

“Leave my son and you can enjoy it all without the need to act and pretend to love my son,” Halim said, staring intently at Frolline. In an instant, it threw the bag right in front of the son and daughter-in-law who did not want to admit.

One hundred thousand rupiah notes that are still neatly arranged in a pile of one hundred sheets tied with the logo of the Bank out of the bag. Was it just a wad, the pile of red money filled the contents of the bag. Halim deliberately humiliated Frolline in such a way.

“Dad, don't be like this,” pinta Ditya, trying to calm his father. Not far from the father stood up, his mother looked down. Dare not to argue, just quietly listen. And Ditya, can not expect much to the old woman who faithfully accompanied her daddy all this time.

“Stop messing around. Leave him alone, marry Sandra!” halim's orders.

The head began to throb, his chest also began to clench. The adjutant immediately grabbed the old body and took it back to his seat. Not long, running in a man with a typical white blazer doctor, helped monitor from a distance the condition of Halim.

“I'm married, Dad. Forget the idea of a matchmaking match with Sandra's family. I will not marry her,” firmly Ditya.

Halim tried to regulate her breathing. “I beg you to leave my son,” pinta Halim on Frolline in a much softer tone.

***

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