Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 53: I need prayer and blessing

After a long debate between the couple, Ditya finally relented. Don't want to make the problem worse.

“Alright, you can stay here,” said Ditya, stepping inside, looking for her brother's whereabouts.

However as Frolline's husband, he felt the need to mince words, although he knew, Marisa would definitely accept the presence of his wife happily.

“Sister, Fro would like to stay here if you don't mind,” said Ditya when he met Marisa in the kitchen.

“Of course not,” says Marisa, smiling with a carrot in her hand.

The tailed Frolline behind only smiled, hugging Marisa tightly.

“Thank you, Mami,” said, peeping the cheek of a woman who has been considered her own mother.

“Mami is making what?” tanya Frolline, looking at the pile of groceries and vegetables on the island table.

“Mami wants to make dinner.”

“I can help?” fresh Frolline. For a long time not touching this combat equipment, his longing was so stirring as the smell caught the scent of the onion swimming in the hot oil.

“You're not tired?” marisa asked, looking at Ditya who was still staring in front of her. See the interaction of the wife with her brother.

Frolline shook her head.

“Alright, please make sapo know,” pinta Marisa, smile cunningly staring at Ditya.

And Ditya, of course, did not want to move from where he stood. Looking at the wife who is struggling with kitchen tools. A rare sight for him. She was born from a family, let alone her mommy, the mother who lives in Germany, never stepped foot into the kitchen area.

So far, the women of Halim Hadinata have sat only sweetly, on the table touching the gold-plated spoons and forks, eating the deluxe hand-made meals of the personal cheffs employed in their residence.

In fact, Mrs Halim hardly ever touched her vegetables and friends. Ask him, he will not be able to mention the names of green vegetables well and correctly. But in the company, the greatness of the mommy is quite calculated, almost equivalent to her husband, Halim Hadinata.

And Ditya was quite amazed by his brother now. Who dare to get out of his comfort zone. Living like a princess while still living in the Halim residence, now an ordinary person. Used to be served, now to serve. He never expected to see Marisa Halim Hadinata cooking and wearing an apron.

Of course Ditya felt lucky, being able to get a Frolline from an ordinary family. Giving her a new experience, which she had never encountered in her family.

If there was no Marisa there, it was certain that she hugged Frolline, even if she had to be hit by Frolline, it would not be a problem for her.

“Dit, are you coming home or staying here?” ask Marisa.

Not yet the man replied, Frolline has already cut. “No Mi, koko goes home to the apartment,” says Frolline. Almost every day interacting with Ditya, his tongue began to supple calling out to the man.

The sister looked at each other and smiled at the call of Frolline dear to Ditya. Not everyone was allowed to call him that. Because the call only applies in their extended family. Who often call like that only mama and mommy Ditya.

“I go home to the apartment, after making sure my wife sleeps,” explained Ditya.

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Samudra family dinner, a little different today. They had guests, namely Frolline and Ditya. The clinking sound of spoons and forks hitting glass plates breaks the silence on the dining table. They all choose to be quiet and don't want to talk much. Only Ditya repeatedly, styled the wife sitting next to him with a flinched smile.

“Dit, sapo know how your wife made it? Fits your tongue?” marisa asked, opening the conversation at the dinner table. He knew clearly Ditya's favorite food since childhood.

In the past every school holiday, Ditya will be brought by his father's assistant to visit Indonesia. A year is just a few months Ditya spent in Indonesia. The rest Ditya with his mother in Germany.

“Perfect!” sahut Ditya, reviewing a smile for his wife.

“Papi, can I help tomorrow in the company?” ask Frolline, while feeding a spoonful of rice and side dishes into the mouth.

Of course Marisa and her husband exchanged glances. Can't give an answer. Because the decision is of course in Ditya's hands.

“Papi doesn't mind, but it depends on your husband,” said husband Marisa.

Again Frolline had to sigh. Now that every decision is made or does something, everyone asks her husband for his opinion. He could no longer express his own opinion.

“I don't mind, if Fro wants to work,” said to Ditya, smiling. The man looked calm.

All eyes were on Ditya, and there was no exception for Firstan who was sitting next to his mother.

“Frolline can take care of his papa company again. I'll ask Matt to find someone to help him,” continued Ditya.

“I don't want to. It's not my family's company anymore. I'll work in the papi company only. I have no problem getting paid anything,” refused Frolline, still insisting.

“I will make your family's company yours,” explained Ditya, smiling in the face of his stubborn Frolline.

“I don't want to. A dime does not want to use Halim Hadinata money,” explained Frolline, put a spoon and fork on the plate neatly. End his dinner.

“That's my money, not daddy's money. I have my own business, I don't need my daddy's money to survive, but obviously I need his blessing and prayers so that all my efforts can grow,” explained Ditya, hoping his words are enough to make Frolline understand the points of all the household problems they face.

Frolline was silent speechless. Tied up her fingers on the table that did not escape the spotlight Ditya.

As soon as all eyes were busy with food on each plate, Ditya took the opportunity. Grabbing his wife's hand, of course, he took a soft look and hid it under the table. Efforts to soften the violence of the heart of Frolline who does not work with words, hoping his action and touch can thrill Frolline.

“What do you do?” asked Frolline, staring cynically. Pull each other up and reject the push behind the table.

“I'm sorry, please.” whispered to Ditya, with lips covered.

“No! You must accept your punishment. There was only an apology after that,” said Frolline, followed by whispering.

The busyness of the two talking to each other with the view and the language of the lips did not escape Marisa's observation. Of course as an older brother, he supported his younger brother to fight for a marriage that was only a few days old.

Households must be fought for. Putting together two different characters is quite difficult, especially two characters with age differences that are too far plus born from different worlds. It takes struggle and mutual surrender from both sides.

“Ehemmm!” Marisa smiled, trying to distract their two guests.

“Schatzi, thanks. Sapo knows you're the best so far,” puni Ditya.

“I hope, tomorrow I still have a chance to enjoy food from this soft hand,” continued Ditya, showing off the clutches of hands that had been hidden brought by the table. Blatantly growled on the table, in front of several pairs of eyes.

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TB