Crazy Rich Looking for Love
Chapter 52: Worse, he's my parents
“Mami when to go home?” asked Frolline, dropping her tired body onto the sofa. Sassy, without excuse the girl had already taken a comfortable position, leaning on the sofa while closing her eyes.
“Where are you from? Where's your husband?” ask Firstan.
“We've parted ways,” says Frolline with rest.
“First, mommy is still a long time? I want to hitch a bath,” explained Frolline, started to feel angry and sweaty since then.
Deg—
The parting word Frolline says, For Firstan is like a fresh breeze blowing in the midst of drought, like a spring in the desert.
The man smiled, threw himself beside Frolline. “Please use the bathroom in my room, as usual,” said Firstan gave an idea.
Frolline seemed to think, before giving an answer. Consider the idea of Firstan, whether it will be profitable or even drop its position. Just as he was about to step away to the room of Firstan, there were footsteps from the terrace of the house accompanied by a chat with a very familiar voice on the ears of Frolline.
“Mamiiiii,” squeak Frolline, turn welcome Marisa. However, his steps came to a halt when he saw the figure who had entered with Marisa.
Deg—
Intentions that had wanted to hug the 48-year-old woman, stopped. Stiff and frozen in place as she watched Ditya leisurely waltz in. Marisa's husband also walked behind the two. The man went straight inside, not wanting to get involved further with the family's problems.
Frolline's bright face, changed drastically. Change pouting and dimming. Fatigue combined with resentment looks so contrasted with her husband's clean and radiant face as if nothing had happened.
“Wah, my sister-in-law came,” exclaimed Marisa, still had time to tease Frolline. Of course as her brother Ditya, she already knew everything. Ditya already told me a lot about the events they had just passed over while in Surabaya.
“Mami, I'm here looking for Kak Angell,” Frolline explained, after mastering the situation.
“Angell just flew to London at noon,” said Marisa pulled the hand of Frolline, sitting on the sofa.
“Home and serious company for sale?” tanya Frolline is looking for the truth. Still not sure what Firstan told me.
Marisa nodded. Frolline's shoulders drooped limp, with a matted face that increasingly looked messy. It is reflected in how his life. He just graduated from college, worked not too long ago. That was also with Ditya. All this time living with parents. Unlike Angell who from the beginning helped take care of the company.
“And it's its new owner,” explains Marisa, smilingly pointing towards Ditya.
“He bought Angell house and company, a gift for his wife. As soon as the story goes,” continued Marisa, explaining.
Frolline was stunned, unraveling the story that had just been told for her. “Mi, can I stay here tonight?” ask Frolline.
“Ask your husband, he who has the right to answer can or should not,” said Marisa smiled.
Frolline's face stiffened, repeatedly reminded of her status and Ditya's. He came here to avoid Ditya, but instead stuck with the man again.
“I don't want to,” reject Frolline.
“Schatzi..,” saya Ditya. The man made a sound, having chosen to close his lips ever since. Smiling bitterly at his wife.
Seeing a married couple who needed their own space and place, Marisa pulled her son inside. Give an area for Frolline and Ditya to talk.
“I'm sorry,” said Ditya in a soft voice. Walk closer, cutting the distance between the two.
That burly hand, had just swung about to frame a tired beautiful face, but Frolline had already knocked it down first.
“No! I want to split up,” Frolline asserted, rejecting the physical contact between the two. The girl chose to stand away.
“What do you want? What do you not like? At least you should listen to my defense and I should hear your objections,” asked Ditya.
“Come on! You're not a kid anymore. All problems must be solved by adult way,” continued Ditya.
Frolline fell silent.
“Daddy who insults and stomps on your pride?” ask Ditya.
“Or mommy who asked you to be patient?” continue to Ditya again.
“Your husband is silent because he saw his wife insulted. Like that?” todong Ditya's.
Again Frolline closed her lips tightly.
“Disconnecting with both my parents?” tawar Ditya's.
“And after that we will live happily ever after. But wait, can we be happy like that,” continued Ditya again.
Frolline ventured to look at her husband this time.
“If there is a better way, why should use such a way.”
“Your Daddy has insulted me, trampled on my pride,” insisted Frolline, finally.
“Then, go midnight blind like a thief, what is worthy of honorable mention? Such an attitude is appropriate, if now ask to be appreciated. You who give loopholes to others insult you!” todong Ditya's.
“When you don't make a mistake and someone else steps on you, of course I will defend you. However, I was not taught to defend myself in a rude and disrespectful manner. There is a time and place to defend. There are times when I talk, there are times when I hear,” stressed Ditya.
“Not everyone knows what daddy's attitude is that has trampled your pride, but everyone knows that my wife ran away in the middle of the night. Even the gardener knows how cool my wife is. How do I defend you now?”
Ditya ventured into the body of his rebellious wife.
“Release!” frolline, trying to push rough her husband's body.
“Listen to me,” pinta Ditya, trying to calm down Frolline who is now in her arms.
The man sighed, showing how heavy the burden he was carrying right now.
“My Daddy is over 70 years old. Maybe his breath was just counting days or months. Honestly, if I wanted to fight him, daddy's no match for me. Like I married you, daddy can what.”
“Daddy can only curse and end up upsetting himself. Sick themselves. What am I fighting him for. Marrying you without his blessing alone, it was my form of resistance to him.”
“Daddy insulted me and you didn't defend me in the least!” frolline was furious.
“I defend you not in that way. You want me to come cross the table and fight him in front of Sandra, in front of the crowd, humiliating daddy, like he's humiliating you.”
“Making his heart suddenly rumah or could have died on the spot. Whether we can be happy with a lifetime of regret, daddy died because of us. Come on Fro,” Ditya said.
“What don't daddy know, what kind of girl you are, daddy knows clearly. Daddy only expressed his disappointment because he could not do more than that,” said Ditya.
“I still don't accept!” cerocos Frolline, trying to break away.
“Daddy is not as bad as you think. If daddy really does not allow me to marry you, it could be that daddy keeps me in Surabaya and forces me to marry Sandra right then and there.”
“Even I say good. I frankly told daddy that I was following my wife,”
Frolline fell silent.
“Then what do you want now?” ask Ditya.
“I want to stay here, while looking for a new job. After that, I want us to get divorced,” insisted Frolline.
“Fro, don't do this, please.” refer to Ditya.
“You want me to cut off my relationship with my parents. That way, you can just be satisfied?” ask Ditya.
Ditya let go of his embrace. He chose to sit on the sofa to calm down.
“Not a money issue, not a treasure issue. As bad as Halim Hadinata is, she's my parents. I can't break my relationship with my parents. Had things turned around, I wouldn't have made you cut off your relationship with your parents either.”
“I'll always be on your side. You're my wife, if I don't defend you, who else. But not by breaking the table and running away. Not that way, not with emotion. There are better ways to defend yourself.”
It's not self-defense, it's self-disgracing. Giving a gap for others to laugh at and insult us,” explained Ditya.
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