Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 51: There is nothing left

After making sure Frolline was no longer in Surabaya, Ditya rushed to fly to Jakarta. Information from his man Halim, his wife took a train to Jakarta at 08.00 this morning. It is expected to arrive at Gambir Station at 17:00 p.m.

Hearing that information, Ditya choked. A little relieved, because his wife is fine. On the other hand, he was sad to imagine how his wife was all night outside, alone and cold.

“Dad, I say goodbye,” said Ditya shortly before leaving their luxury home.

Halim nodded, sitting leisurely enjoying the green grass in the back garden.

“Don't forget your wedding!” halim reminded.

“I've told you many times, I don't want to get married. Don't wait for me!” ditya Sahut.

“I will not come,” threatened Ditya, waltzing leaving the daddy stunned accompanied by his assistant, Joe.

***

Surabaya weather that afternoon was fairly hot. Ditya and his assistants were seen walking into the airport area, where the family's private jet was parked a few days ago. Still after his high, the man stepped out of his black sedan car.

When he was about to enter the airport, a feminine voice greeted from behind.

“Honey!” greet the short haired woman dyed blonde. Smile, as usual. Elegant and look beautiful with the outfit simple.

Ditya stopped his steps, turning to the source of the voice.

“Sandra,” says Ditya to make sure his vision is not wrong.

The girl commented a smile, and Ditya walked over. “How are you doing? Sorry for our last meeting,” greet Ditya, return Sandra's embrace, as well as being stale to keep polite by kissing the girl's left and right cheeks.

“Good. Where's your wife?” sandra asked, taking off her arms. Circulating his gaze, looking for a Frolline figure around the handsome man.

Ditya smiled. “My wife has a sudden need. Last night, he returned first to Jakarta,” said Ditya relaxed.

“Coffee?” bargain Ditya, see a starbucks’ outlet not too far from their place.

“OK!”

***

Both of them were already sitting opposite to the coffee cups available on the table. Hustle and bustle of activity at the airport, a little make it uncomfortable atmosphere to have a private conversation. Matt and Zoe, Ditya's assistant, are seen taking a seat not too far away from her employer, joining Sandra's assistant who has been tailing her boss since.

“You go home to Bangka Belitung?” ask Ditya, start the conversation. Raise the coffee glass and sip it with full enjoyment.

Sandra shakes. “I'll be long in Jakarta. Learn business with koko. After that just returned to Pangkalpinang,” said Sandra.

“You open a new company?” ask Ditya, wonder.

“Not yet, Honey. Papi asked me to take care of his mining business in Bangka, but I had no interest. Want to try a new business that approaches my passion,” obviously Sandra sipped coffee in her hand.

“I know. Just like I feel. It is better to start a business from scratch with your own efforts. Than continuing the family company. Right no?” tanya Ditya chuckled.

Sandra nodded. “There is a burden when we pass on what the parents have built. If we succeed, people will say. Naturally successful, we just continue what is already there,” said Sandra mimicking.

“However, when we fail, we will be in the spotlight of the world,” continued Sandra.

“Yup, and heaviest load. We like targeting ourselves, should be able to be greater than the achievements that our parents have achieved before.” Ditya added.

Sandra nodded. “Ya, and that's the second reason kokoku chose to build his own business. Proven they are unencumbered.”

“By the way, sometime introduce your wife to me. Who knows we both fit in,” Sandra said.

“Previous. Congratulation for your wedding,” said Sandra, thrusting her hand.

“Thanks,” says Ditya welcomes the hand of the sweet girl in front of him.

Seen Ditya was silent for a moment. “How is our engagement?” ask Ditya at last. At least he should discuss it both.

Sandra laughs. “Cancel it, Honey. I don't mind. Actually I already have a candidate in America. Just like you, to get that blessing is not as easy as flipping a palm,” explained Sandra.

“Oh yes?” Ditya did not expect.

“Iya, now that he is studying business,” Sandra assured.

“Oh yes, my community will hold a charity. Want to join in. You can take your wife,” Sandra's story.

“You can donate anything. Funds, books, or school supplies. Our goal is for schools in disadvantaged areas. Especially East Indonesia, which is not affordable by the government program,” continued Sandra.

“Personal or company?” ask Ditya.

“Personal. This is not an imaging event like your community recently held a charity and touring in Bali,” Sandra said, laughing.

“Not imaging, Dear. Mutually beneficial,” said Ditya, his laughter broke.

“OK, I have to fly,” farewell Ditya, stand up and hug Sandra.

“Bye, send my regards to your wife.”

***

Frolline just got off from Gambir station when it started in the afternoon. There was a delay, so it was a little backwards from the schedule that it should have been. Stepping sure to look for a taxi, he plans to return home to his old house.

No more depending on Ditya. The man with the status of her husband hurt her feelings too much. He hurt his heart so deeply.

Wanting to cry, when he did not have who to lean on, hoping Ditya would protect and protect him, but the opposite happened. Even the man who made her slumped and humiliated.

Arriving inside the taxi, Frolline was still lamenting his fate. Not daring to cry, just harboring all the wounds in the heart.

When the taxi he was riding stopped at their old house, Frolline was shocked. The house was pitch-black, there was no light of life there. When standing at the gate of the fence, again Bella was aghast. Even the fence of the house is padlocked with chains.

“What Brother Angell has not visited here,” asked Frolline, said to himself. Pulling a circular iron chain, locking the fence with a giant-sized steel padlock. His efforts were in vain, the chain did not move in the slightest, even his dirty and flushed hands.

Feeling unable to get inside, Frolline decides to meet Marisa, at home. Again had to stop a taxi, with the rest of the money he had looted from Ditya's wallet. Imagine how his fate would be going forward. All this time he only had his family, but now all his family was gone. There's nothing left.

***

Frolline stood nervously, pressing the doorbell of Marisa's house. A lot of flogging in his heart. Marisa must have been astonished by her sudden presence at home.

The first bell didn't get a response, the new Frolline would press back. This time, however, his fate was quite fortunate. His index finger was still floating as the teak door leaf opened wide.

“Fro.?” sapa Firstan was astonished by the sudden presence of Frolline.

“Mami is there?” asked Frolline, barging in without excuse.

“Mami is out. What's up?” tanya Firstan is confused and astonished. Moreover, once inside the house, he could clearly see the appearance of Frolline. Shabby and messy.

“Kak Angell?” ask Frolline back.

Firstan frowned. “You don't know? Brother Angell had flown to England this afternoon, continued his lecture,” said Firstan, making Frolline gawk.

“Then, our old house keys were taken by Kak Angell? Or tucked in mami?” ask Frolline.

“How company?” ask Frolline again.

“All sold Angell, no more left,” Firstan said.

***

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