Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 44: She is your wife but not my daughter-in-law

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

After closing his mouth earlier, Frolline made a sound.

“I don't love your son, but I can't leave him either, DADDY,” said Frolline deliberately emphasizing daddy in her sentence, even though she tried to be calm.

“Young master Ditya!” call Hali, half yelling.

“Your woman please be taught how to talk to me!” stern Halim, stared intently at his son.

Ditya looks forward a few steps, approaching his daddy while bending to align his height with the daddy.

“Dad, I'm not a child. Even since the age of 17 years should have the right to argue and determine my own way of life,” said Ditya.

“Fro is my wife, not my woman. She's a good-ba woman..”

Ditya could not continue his sentence, Halim had already asked him to stop by raising his hand.

“Women well will not want to marry without the blessing of parents,” accused Halim, still arguing with his only son.

“Dad, I met you, not to ask for blessing, but only to introduce my wife,”.

“I'm an adult, Fro isn't a child anymore. Restu is just a formality. In the end we who live and are responsible for what is our choice,” continued Ditya.

Halim could only clench her hands on her stick, trying to contain the annoyance.

“If nothing else is discussed, I'm sorry Dad,” said to Ditya.

Hurry to meet Frolline, hold his wife's hand and get closer to the mommy who had just been staring silently. Dare not to speak or argue.

“Fro, this is mommy.” Ditya.

The old woman stared with a twinkle of sadness. It felt like hugging her daughter-in-law, but she did not have enough courage against her husband's decision. The moment Frolline forced her hug, two clear drops flowed down leaving a trace on her wrinkled cheeks. The tears she tried to hold, fell down already. Without a voice, Lady Halim hoped that her son and daughter-in-law would understand, her heart was filled.

Still holding his wife's hand, Ditya passed the daddy who still kept his furana. Just as it was about to pass through the exit, there was a thunderous sound.

“Dare to step out, one more step. You have no right to return to this house, even if you just see my body!” yelled Halim, squeezing his aching chest from being too upset.

Deg— Ditya stunned. Remembering her sister's message, Marisa.

There was Halim's cynical laughter, loud and very annoying when caught hearing.

“Everything you have, everything that sticks to your body, everything you have. Even the people standing guard by your side, it's all mine! You'd forgotten? What do you want to boast young master Ditya?!” firmly Halim.

Hearing all that, Ditya began to be provoked by emotions. Walking back closer to the old man who smiled at him.

“I don't need all this. Daddy forgot, I still have my own business in London. I can still support my wife and children without your money, without your facilities!” ditya said, not to lose.

With a sigh repeatedly, Ditya tried to get inflamed. However, he was in this world, because the arrogant old man before him was the daddy. Without this man, he would never have existed in the world.

“Dad, you should know, I returned to Indonesia not to take away my rights, but only to fulfill my obligations. I don't care how much you have. I'm just doing my job as your son. Take care of a family company whose name you are so proud of and boast about, Dad.”

Halim seemed to be thinking hard, trying to use all means to be able to restrain her son. Right now he only has Ditya, it is impossible to cross his only son out of his surname, as he once did to Marisa.

“I'm sorry, Dad, my place is not here. I will return all the facilities you gave me!”

“Since the beginning, my place is on the side of mama, not with you!” firmly Ditya. Confidently, holding Frolline's hand, sauntered out of his palace-like daddy's residence, ready to leave behind all the luxuries that should soon be his.

Halim looked at her son's back away, with a look of sadness. His chest grew painful, his lips paled. His strength was gone, his body was slumping. Matt and Joe immediately ran to reach the old body so as not to collapse. The man in the doctor's uniform also approached. Along with that, the mistress also approached, assisted by a female assistant.

“Bos!” matt shouted, instantly making Ditya turn around. Seeing his daddy collapse, the man ran in and rested on the floor holding back an old body that could still open its eyes but was already very weak.

“Don't go.., stay here,” says Halim, laid out. Trying to reach his son's hand. His eyes were almost closed. His consciousness is almost gone.

“She may be your wife, but she is. no.my daughter-in-law,” continued Halim, instantly unconscious.

***

Frolline was still staring in astonishment as well as in awe at the room she would be in with Ditya. The luxurious room with an area of 8 x 15 meters was her husband's room.

As soon as he stepped in, Frolline was greeted by a luxurious golden-carved bed located in the middle of the room with curtains covering the back wall. There was nothing there, other than a nightstand on the left and right of the bed with a lamp sitting on it.

Turning to the room to the left of the room that was not blocked by the door, it was a work space. And to the right of the room, there is a home theater with a set of soft sofas that can massage. What makes Frolline tenggaga is when opening the white door facing the bed, which turns out in it is a wide-sized walk in closet.

Frolline was drawn to another world. Glass cabinets that are as high as the ceiling of the house, hanging neatly her husband's clothes in there from various famous brands. In one of the cabinets, Frolline could see the belt neatly arranged. In the center, Frolline can see a collection of luxury watches Ditya from Rolex, Patex Philippe to Piguet arranged in a glass display case. Frolline was stunned by a luxury watch studded with diamonds.

Not far from the line of hours, there is a collection of Ditya glasses that are no less fantastic. The luxury items that only Frolline could see from the media or television, were now real before his eyes.

Just as Frolline was about to comb through the remaining room, a white-painted wooden door connected with a walk in closet, but a faint voice sounded Ditya calling his name. Since then the man came out to accompany his chest. And left him alone in the room.

“Fro, where are you?” call Ditya, combing room by room in his room looking for the whereabouts of the wife.

“You are here,” said Ditya, after finding his wife in the storage room of his personal belongings.

“Why not break?” tanya Ditya, grabbed the hand of Frolline and took his wife to the main room of this room, the place where the bed was.

“Daddy is better?” ask Frolline.

“Just sober,” said Ditya, grabbing one of the remotes neatly lined up on a small table, beside the bed.

By pressing one of the buttons, a piece of wall that had hung cream-colored curtains towered, opened automatically. Sunlight instantly filled the room, piercing through the glass walls.

If the Ditya room in Jakarta, the glass wall shows the view of the skyscraper, here displays beautiful scenery, trees and green grass with an artificial lake.

“Beauty Dit!” frolline exclaimed, directly approaching the glass wall.

“Dat Dit Dit!” gerutu Ditya upset.

“Don't do it in front of my parents. To them sounds rude when you call your husband by name alone,” continued Ditya reminded, while curling hugging his wife's waist from behind.

“Prepare, I'll take you to meet mommy in person,” whispered Ditya, slowly.

Frolline's heart rumbled, racing. I can't guess what will happen next.

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