Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 47: Just enough mama

Frolline was digesting the sentence after sentence addressed to her. The woman looked at her husband. The man who for two days became his refuge, silent a thousand languages. Not defending him at all in the midst of insults and unreasonable requests the father-in-law, suddenly provoked his disappointment.

Brakk!! Frolline hit the table suddenly, with a face full of pent-up anger.

The clanking sounds, cups, golden plates and spoons leapt up and slammed into the wooden table. Some of the tea was spilled soiling the white tablecloth that drained the teak table. The shocked old faces, stunned stared at his brave face.

“This kid really doesn't know manners!” oath of Halim in heart.

Unlike the old man, his wife Lady Halim gave a stifled smile. For the first time to see her husband being challenged like this. Even so far Ditya and Marisa use the path of peace and negotiate every bump with debate. Never been this bright.

I don't know where that courage came from. But Frolline was quite happy, still able to save his pride that had been torn apart by Halim Hadinata since he first set foot in the luxurious residence.

Since yesterday her little heart was eager to get a defense from her husband, but Ditya was unmoved. Choosing silence and asking him to understand the attitude of passing the arrogant old man. None other than his own father-in-law.

From the corner of his eyes, Frolline caught Sandra's unusual look, looking strangely at her. Frowning, thinking. Frolline was sure Sandra was laughing at him. Mocking and happy when he was humiliated.

“Do not worry. I won't be a hassle. I will go home to Jakarta tonight,” said Frolline, continuing his heart and feelings that have not been conveyed.

Then, leave without permission from the family tea after throwing rough hands of her husband. To hell with manners, manners or ethics. He is not in a position to maintain a good image in the middle of the Halim Hadinata family.

“Schatzi.., please don't be like this,” said Ditya standing up, grabbing his wife's hand trying to hold back.

“My place is not here,” firmly Frolline.

“Please continue, Young Master Ditya! Excuse me,” continued Frolline.

Tucked away annoyed and disappointed in his parting sentence. Rushed back to the room while recalling the route he had just passed while heading to the back garden of the Halim residence.

Seeing Frolline leave, Ditya intended to chase. However, just as the man was about to catch up, the mommy held him back.

“Coko!” call the mommy.

Madam Gunawan gave the code with a blink of an eye and slightly nodded. She realized, the departure of Frolline who did not know the rules would definitely make her husband angry. Coupled with the departure of Ditya who left the table will definitely make the anger of Halim increasingly become.

When a loud tone called his name, Ditya understood and stopped his steps. Turning to meet the daddy, the maker runs a relationship with his own wife. Since then, the man has chosen to be silent just because it gives his daddy space and a chance to talk. Not one bit approve or follow the will of the daddy.

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“Please cross my name from your list of heirs!” press Ditya. The tip of his eyes was still staring at his wife's back from a distance. Before long, the shadow of his wife disappeared from behind the door.

Hearing his son's request, Halim of course refused. It was inconceivable how much he placed the burden on his son's back. Ditya is his successor. The only one who will continue his baton of leadership,

“No. You can't be like this, Ditya!” halim firmly, looking towards Sandra.

It was impossible to discuss their family matters amidst the presence of outsiders. Although, Sandra was no one else and Sandra was the mate she chose for the son. But for now, Sandra has not been entitled to hear all the discussion of their family problems.

“San, can leave us,” pinta Halim.

Even if to be honest, he was a little annoyed to be asked to watch a child who was whining or looking for attention by pounding the table. There are many elegant ways of showing protest.

“I didn't ask you to leave it, Dit!” firmly Halim. Sit down, clasping his teacup tightly.

“I love my wife,” whispered Ditya quietly.

The old man sighed, trying not to be provoked by emotions that would prove fatal to his health.

“Daddy does not ask you to stop loving him,” he said slowly. Lifting the tea cup, sipping it slowly. Enjoy the sensation of his favorite green tea that comes directly from mainland China.

“I can't marry Sandra. I don't love him, Dad,” Ditya explained. Trying to be calm, as much as possible does not provoke the emotions of the daddy.

“I didn't ask you to love her, just marry her. That's all it is. You are free to love your wife,” said Halim.

“This is not fair to Sandra, nor is it to Fro. I reiterate, I cannot marry Sandra,” firmly Ditya, rise from his seat. Deciding the debate is endless. He has been resisting many times. Although he could not force his daddy to retreat at least the daddy could not force an arranged marriage that he did not want.

“What does daddy need? A successor? I will ask Fro to get pregnant as soon as possible,” said Ditya, before leaving the bowed man to catch his breath.

“I just asked you to marry Sandra and take over the company, there is no other obligation you have to do for the Halim family.”

The footsteps stopped. The thought that for years was flailing, forcing it out. Maybe it's time for Ditya to ask for justice for his mother.

He looked back at Halim. “I don't want any other woman to have bad luck like my mama, let alone that woman my wife.”

“Mama can't express her feelings, just cry silently in one corner of this world. Have you ever thought about how my mom felt. Fair to mom and mommy,” todong Ditya.

“Mama is never lacking. All his needs are fulfilled, but must be imprisoned for life in a bond called husband and wife.”

Ditya smiled stiffly. “Suami wife..,” great-grandson slowly. Want to laugh with the word husband and wife that sounds so beautiful but not for his mother. The image of husband and wife in the life of his mother is like garbage in the eyes of Ditya.

“Even you hid your marriage status so tightly that mom almost died asphyxiating,” said Ditya

“So expensive the price that mama has to pay just for all this luxury, until mama can not acknowledge me as her son in front of everyone,” said Ditya quietly.

The old man simply bowed without speaking. Squeeze tightly the handle of the expensive ceramic cup.

“Quite mama. I do not allow my wife to experience the same thing,” stressed Ditya. Hurry up to leave Halim.

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