Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 5. Wait for Me

“We go home now,” take Ditya.

The man chose not to continue his conversation. Frolline was too young, using more feelings than her logic. More love than accepting the reality that is in front of the eyes.

“I don't want to go home. Tonight, the wedding night of my beloved and Brother Angell,” whispered softly. Staring at Ditya's wine glass that was still half filled. It feels like he wants to grab and gulp it out, so he can sleep soundly and forget his sadness.

Ditya followed the direction of Frolline's gaze, without wasting any time, the man gulped down the remaining wine in the glass. A few hours with the girl, he could already read her way of mind.

Gluey! In one gulp the glass was empty and moved into the stomach. He grew up abroad, already accustomed to various types of wine. Moreover, the work and friendship environment is very close to various types of this drink. A few glasses won't make him forget the land.

“Come! I'll take you home,” take Ditya back.

His burly hand had just grabbed onto Frolline's arm, and Matt suddenly walked in with a bag of groceries filled with change of clothes.

Frolline's eyes were rounded, as he looked at the brand printed on the grocery bag. Each to the mall, he could only pass through his outlet alone, not daring to go inside. Self-aware enough, the credit card limit provided by his father will not be enough to buy the famous product.

“Bos, this!” Matt Sodor.

“May Miss Frolline like my choice,”.

Hearing his name being mentioned, Frolline looked towards Matt. “Whatever I don't like, I just like the option First,” he said to upset Ditya.

“Come on, Fro .. don't be like a child. Change your clothes now. I'll drive you home,” pinta Ditya, grab Frolline's hand and take the girl to the restaurant toilet.

“I don't want to. The dress I'm wearing is a choice First,” refused it. Ditya stopped his steps, looking at the beautiful dress that was now attached to Frolline's body.

“Already, he's your brother-in-law now, Fro. You can say her name again after she divorced your sister.”

Frolline stared intently, there was an implied dislike in his view of it.

“Come change your clothes. For a hard walk, your dress has swept the floor.” persuaded Ditya back.

Frolline bergeming.

“Change your clothes. Or I will help you replace it,” threatened Ditya, pushing Frolline into the toilet while handing over shopping bag containing a change of clothes.

“Fro, I'm waiting for you at the table.”

Matt was still standing stiffly by the side of the table when Ditya approached him.

“All the data Miss Frolline has sent to your phone, Boss!” Matt tells.

Ditya immediately smiled, patting his assistant's shoulder before sitting back in his chair.

“You're getting more genius and deft!” praise Ditya, check his phone immediately.

“She looks like ...” Matt did not continue his words.

“Kailla," cut Ditya, still seriously reading all the data about Frolline. He did not want to be helped again, although sure the girl with him is definitely single, not married.

“Bos, seriously?” ask Matt to vent.

“Come on, Man. I am no longer young. I’m 35 years old. If not serious I could not have invited him here just to get to know his personality,” explained Ditya seriously.

“Give her an escort. I want to know everything about Fro, his daily life, his company, his family, his parents' business. Everything ... including her brother and ex-lover, Firstan, my nephew,” Ditya ordered.

“Do not until Daddy knows. I have to make sure first, that Fro is the right girl to be Halim's daughter-in-law,” continued Ditya.

“I think he's too young, Boss. New 22 years.” Matt gave his opinion.

Ditya directly kicked the table, causing a clanging sound due to the vibration of the plate and glass. Matt shrieked, closing his mouth right then and there.

“I will marry, I will live it. Isn't getting younger the better" exclaimed Ditya.

The new ditya will open the sound again, but from the inside direction looks Frolline who is walking towards him. The girl slightly smiled, unlike before just crying and crying.

Ditya immediately stood up, took over the shopping bag that Frolline placed on the table and handed it to Matt.

“Matt, have those two bodyguards go home. Tell me I'm going home. I'm tired of seeing them standing around me,” her orders. Matt, the assistant said he rushed out and ordered.

“We're home now. You are beautiful in this dress,” praise Ditya, smile.

***

Along the way Frolline chose silence. His heart did not want to go home. It feels unprepared to accept and face the reality.

“Fro, your address?” ditya asked, pretending not to know. Though he already knew clearly where Frolline lived. However, for while he would not be too excessive, he was worried, this young girl would be scared of him.

“Take me to the hotel, my parents must be confused if they do not find me,” said Frolline, finally opening his voice. He gave up and strengthened his heart again.

“You didn't contact them?” ask Ditya, wonder.

“Leave it. So that they know, I am in pain now,” said Frolline, back shedding tears.

The black car arrived at the hotel when the party was over. No more guests or car queues there.

“Thank you.”

Not yet had Ditya come down to help him open the car door, Frolline had jumped down, waving her hand directly running inside to meet his family. He checked dozens of missed calls from his mother and First. I'm sure he'll get sprayed again as usual.

Still wiping away the tears, Frolline got into the elevator. He had already missed an hour from the time of the party's completion. When his feet stepped into the ballroom where the wedding was held, the atmosphere was quiet. It was seen that some of the hotel crew was tidying up the event venue.

Frolline's eyes caught both of her parents sitting in a corner of the room with worried faces. Angella, who was still wearing a wedding dress, was seen sitting next to her papa. Still at the same table were seen both parents of Firstan as well with the same facial features. Doesn't look like Firstan there. Her boyfriend went nowhere.

Just as he was about to step in, someone pulled his hand from outside the room.

“Ah!" he was strangled, but the man shut his mouth to stop screaming.

“Sweet, it's me Heart,” whispered to Firstan, bringing Fro to follow him. Both of them went down to the lobby. This day was not busy with the wedding procession, there was no chance for them to talk together. Two weeks ago, they were not allowed to meet. Communication is through video calls and phone calls only.

“I'm sorry,” First whispered, directly clutching tightly Frolline. The girl was shaken, crying again. The first hug after two weeks did not meet, after an emotionally draining event and tears.

“Where have you been? Don't cry Fro. I'm here with you,” he said trying to calm down, wipe away the tears that kept flowing.

Frolline still vividly remembered the start of the heart-wrenching incident. Despite trying to accept it sincerely, the pain remained. A week before the wedding, her sister Angella suddenly falls unconscious.

Frolline and her mother, who were checking out the wedding souvenirs, ran into panic. But that changed the course of his life. Her sister tested positive for pregnancy. And more painful is when the sister appointed her future husband as the father of the child in the womb.

It didn't feel like accepting, but Firstan admitted it. Her husband and sister did it by accident. They had tried to cover up and assume nothing happened, but still it was finally revealed. To make matters even more painful, everything opens a week before her wedding. Invitations have been spread, wedding photos have also been made.

However, he could what, when both his parents begged him to give up Firstan for his brother. There are babies who need their mother and father.

"Wait for me, after Angell gives birth we'll get divorced. Angell has also agreed, he will continue his education and achieve his dream,” explained Firstan, peeping Frolline's forehead with full feeling.

“Remember, Fro .. lest Mama and Papa know the matter. I also tried to hide it from my Mom and Dad. Angell did the same. You remain mine, take care of this heart for me,” whispered Firstan.

“Come, go inside,” invite Firstan, clutching Frolline's fingers.

Both of them had already entered the elevator, when someone came out from hiding. He had just eavesdropped on the conversation of a pair of dark lovers playing with fire behind their families.

***

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