Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 48: Hold on

By utilizing his memory, finally Frolline can return to the bedroom located on the fifth floor of the Halim residence, which is none other than his own in-laws. In-laws who do not even look at and assume the existence as well as his status.

He just hit his body rough. Sitting in bed is expensive. To be able to sleep in this luxurious room, he had to pay for it with the stampede of pride by his father-in-law.

Still snorting in annoyance, Frolline looked at her suitcase standing in the corner of the room. Her gaze shifted, staring at her husband's wallet left on the nightstand. Without wasting time, Frolline grabbed an expensive leather wallet. Of course, wallets with famous brands. Her husband never wears anything. Only the heart of Ditya is imitation and not original. Evident from the attitude of Ditya who was silent without speaking when he saw him insulted.

Frolline was surprised to stare at the contents of her husband's empty purse. There are only a few pieces of red fiber rupiah. There are rows of cards from various banks, neatly arranged on the other side.

“Cih, it turns out the contents of the sultan's wallet are just like this,” said Frolline, withdrawing all the money in the wallet and saving for him. He thought crazy rich his wallet was like an atm, never empty, his money was without limits. It turned out that Ditya's wallet was more pathetic than his.

When he was about to return the wallet to its original place, a light knock was heard on the door of his room. Just about to nag, but the woman's slow voice calling from behind the door made her stop being rude.

“Fro, this is Mommy,” call him.

The girl opened the door and let her mother-in-law step into the room.

“Fro.”

“Can we talk,” he continued again, circulating his gaze, sweeping every corner of the room. To be honest, this was his first time going into his son's room. The relationship between mother and child is only limited to status, making him keep his distance and courtesy every time Ditya returned home.

Frolline nodded. Walking in front, he took his mother-in-law to a room with a set of sofas.

“What's Mom?” asked Frolline, trying to look ordinary. Forgetting the emotion that was just now confusing.

“Excuse daddy,” said the old woman. In his position, he knew clearly how his daughter-in-law was feeling at the moment.

They both sat facing each other. “Iya Mom,” sahut Short Frolline.

“Mommy knows how you feel. Mommy used to be in almost the same position. Had to share a husband with another woman,” stories Mrs Halim.

Frolline.

“After giving birth to Marisa, mommy must lift the uterus and can not get pregnant again.” Madam Halim started her story.

“How can it?” asked Frolline, covering her mouth with both hands.

“Mommy gave birth to Marisa by caesarean section and after giving birth mommy had severe bleeding. To save mommy's life, the doctor was forced to perform a surgical removal of the uterus,” explained lady Halim. Clear liquid threads, suddenly descending unstoppable. Leaving a trace on his wrinkled cheeks.

“Ten years of marriage, of course, your daddy's extended family began to protest when mommy didn't get pregnant. And there, all the big secrets about mommy can't get pregnant anymore, which we've both covered, uncovered,” she continued.

Frolline was still listening to the word-for-word strands coming out of her mother-in-law's lips.

“Your daddy's big family greatly glorifies the presence of boys. For them, the boys are the heirs while bringing their big names to the next generation. Unlike girls, once they give birth, their children will carry the name and surname of their father. So for your daddy family, it is not enough just with the presence of Marisa.”

Frolline. There are so many rules in the Ditya family that until now he has not known.

“Until the end, my in-laws thrust out a young woman, whom he bought to give birth to their heir. That's koko's mother,” said Mrs Halim.

“And of course mommy can't do anything. All decisions are made by parents, including mommy. Mommy is also married to daddy because of the arranged marriage by both our parents,”

Frolline shook her head. Hardly believe, in this advanced era still apply the matchmaking system ala Siti Nurbaya.

Until here, Mrs Halim's tears don't stop coming down. Recalling the sad story of her domestic journey, forces the woman to reopen her past wounds.

“This is unfair to mommy, but more unfair to his mom Koko,” he said again.

“Mommy should share husband, even if only status. Daddy is always beside mommy at all times. Daddy never even met his second wife after Koko was born. However, there is still a different taste. By rights, his mother also has the same rights as mommy.”

“Mom..” Frolline moved to sit. Choosing to drop his body next to his mother-in-law.

“Do not cry. At least mommy has full rights over the mommy household. Has a place of honor in this house and beside daddy, different from his mother koko. Which is hidden from everyone,” entertain Frolline.

“He did have to hide for the sake of his son getting the highest place in this family and in the business empire of Halim Hadinata. And mommy has to stick around for my daughter, Marisa. Mommy stays here to keep what should be rightfully my daughter, Marisa.”

“If mommy chooses to go from your daddy, Marisa won't get anything. And in Marisa and her son also flowed the blood of Halim Hadinata. This is not fair,” said Mrs Halim.

The woman gasped, realizing that she had told him many things that she had been hiding all along. And that person is Frolline, his son-in-law. The real one is the daughter-in-law of her husband's second wife. His competition.

“Defend. Gave a grandson to Halim Hadinata. Maybe daddy's gonna change his mind. At least your place is much stronger than mommy used to be,” explained Miss Halim.

Frolline only stared at the confusion after releasing her embrace.

“You still have love from your husband, different from mommy. Even daddy never loved any of us both. There is no love in life daddy for mommy or mommy koko,” resolute mistress Halim.

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After her mother-in-law's death, Frolline locked herself in her room. He also missed dinner. Spend time thinking and crying for yourself. Not allowing Ditya to come closer and talk to her. All Ditya's remarks and Ditya's plea were rejected.

The household, which had only been walking for a few days, already had to accept the test. This is not easy and can be solved quickly. Every time Ditya remembered, his anger and disappointment regrouped.

Until the night of the pick up, Frolline still did not want to talk to her husband. Ditya did thousands of ways to persuade and seduce, while apologizing sincerely. However, none of them produced results. Frolline remains stubborn. Even she chose to sleep with her husband's back to hold back so that her grief was not more rampant when she saw Ditya's handsome face.

Ditya was only able to hug his wife when the smooth snoring of Frolline sounded regular at the side of his bed. After making sure, the man grabbed the beautiful body of his wife who just yesterday night shared his breath and taste with her.

“I'm sorry, Schatzi. Really really love you,” said Ditya quietly in the ear of Frolline. Hoping to express his feelings it can enter into the dream realm and convey to the beautiful girl in his arms.

Before long, Ditya caught up in his sleep. Still hugging his wife tightly. This was his first time sleeping in his room with a woman who was already his legal wife. Although the household trip is still winding and stumbling hard daddy character, Ditya will fight to make Frolline the only win Halim Hadinata in this palace or in front of the world.

The night passed, and the morning took the day. Ditya who was awake because of the sunburns highlighted the heat right on his face. Slowly his eyes opened, the second day husband status from Frolline, Ditya did not fully remember in every waking up. It took him a few minutes to restore his lacquered memory due to his night dreams.

As soon as those memories gathered, the man stared at the empty bed next to him. It started to cool, but Ditya was still thinking positively. His wife was soaking in the bathroom or taking a walk in the park.

But that positive thought eroded and turned into panic, when almost an hour of searching for his wife's whereabouts and ended up in vain. Almost the whole house he dismantled with Matt and Zoe, all of which did not produce results. There is no wife in the house, no Frolline in the residence of Halim Hadinata!

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