Crazy Rich Looking for Love
Chapter 54: We have to go home tonight
“Women are complicated, Matt!” ditya said slowly. Lying on the sofa of the family room Marisa residence, waiting for his wife to sleep in a room not far from where to straighten the body. Matt, the assistant just sat quietly listening to the young master blabbering incoherently.
“A moment before becoming a wife, she looks sweet like a white rabbit who just handed a carrot so obedient and cute, but do not ask when married,” said Ditya hung up his sentence, making Matt curious, the true single whose fate ngenes. Lately he approached a girl smelly kencur, but not yet anything, the prospective father-in-law has grasped a long sword that is ready to be cut at any time if he dares to approach.
“When married must be even sweeter, Boss?” ask Matt.
“Huh!” grunts Ditya.
“Sweet fuck. A second after marriage, immediately out his fangs ready to tear my skin. I misspoke a little, his eyeballs almost popped off. Like a starving lioness. I wonder how in just an instant, that cute white rabbit turned into a terrible lion,” said Ditya, gulping with a surprised face.
As if not surprised, his words coincided with the exit of Frolline from his room. Glancing at the corner of his eye, a sign of his dislike.
“Wah, Madam sir,” chirps Matt, along with the sound of the door slammed tight.
“Gosh! Why can women be so horrible when angry?” ask Matt, bewilder yourself and think. Although what he was thinking at the moment was not a matter of his employer's household. He was busy thinking about a heart he had not known for long. Unfortunately, the sweet girl had a terrible father like an African tiger.
The conversation between the employer and the assistant only stopped when the sound of the antique wall clock clanked twelve times. Ditya counted in his heart, instantly surging awake, realizing the moon was already overhead.
“Come on Matt, prepare the car. It was time for the empress to return to her palace, it was twelve o'clock,” joked Ditya, rushing into the guest room, where his wife slept.
Before he had said goodbye to his brother, would bring his wife home when his wife was asleep. Not nothing, as a husband it feels strange wife hitchhiking live in someone else's house, even though it's her own family. In fact, the household problems watched by everyone was embarrassing.
It's just that as an adult man, he simply understood the actions of his wife who uses more emotions than calculations. After all, when he was the same age as Frolline, he also took the same attitude even though he was not as brave as Frolline.
Smile commented on the tired and sleepy handsome face when he saw his wife sleeping in her borrowed Marisa nightgown.
“If you wake up this way worry about it, there will be no misunderstanding that envelops our relationship,” whispered Ditya.
“When we have to go home tonight,” he said slowly, pasting his hands under the back of Frolline and holding his wife in bridal style, bringing her into the car and whistling her home to their apartment.
Along the way, Ditya can be complacent staring, looking, admiring the beauty of the beautiful and cute face of Frolline who is so calm and not fighting. Enjoying the beautiful moments, after this he was sure once Frolline woke up, surely his wife would go on a rampage like that. Will not accept, suddenly brought home by force.
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Morning, at the apartment.
Frolline who is satisfied to sleep, awake first. Feeling heavy on his chest, like a heavy object. The eye blinked a few times, before opening perfectly even though it had yet to gather its memories, not yet realizing its state.
Ditya's crotchety hands hitchhiking on her tiny body, making the girl have trouble breathing.
“Ah cocoa!” his weakness. Trying to move Ditya's arm that feels heavier.
Get up and take a seat, looking around. Of course he recognized this room, a room with a lot of glass that is now his bedroom and Ditya.
Silent for a moment, stretching his hands wide, tilting his neck to the left and right to remove the stiffness due to sleep duration.
Buk up! Frolline hit the back of Didua who was sleeping on his face when he realized the man cheated last night.
“Build!” she screamed while shaking the rough body of the man who became her husband now.
“Why cheat me! Said I could stay at mami's!” frolline grumbled, hitting Ditya's body until the man had to wake up in the midst of his drowsiness.
“Sorry.”
“We have our own house, it's not nice to have to hitchhike to sleep at my sister's house. Moreover, there is a firman there. I don't want anyone to think badly of you, explained Ditya.
“Huh! The bad-minded one is just us,” degus Frolline, rising from his sleep, clamping his long hair. Soon after, run to the bathroom. Before long, Frolline had gone out and walked towards the door.
“Where are you going, Fro?” tanya Ditya, sit leaning on the bed.
“I want to make breakfast,” said Frolline, without looking at her husband at all. He walked out to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast.
Hearing that of course Ditya became excited. Throwing away his drowsiness, follow me closely behind his wife. He wanted to see firsthand Lady Ditya Halim Hadinata doing her morning routine.
“What do you want to make breakfast?” ask Ditya. The man was already standing in front of the island table, staring in amazement at the white apron-clad wife.
“Sup.”
Frolline answered briefly, densely and clearly, without looking at the other person. Wishing the annoying guy in front of her didn't talk to her anymore.
“You're serious about working?” ask Ditya again. Still staring at his wife did not blink.
“Serious.”
“Done making breakfast, be prepared. I'll show you your company. Zoe will help you work. And Matt will look for experts in his field to help you master many things that you do not know.”
Frolline raised her gaze this time. Still with a shiny kitchen knife in his hand.
“I want to work on my field. I graduate IT, I want to work there,” refused Frolline.
“Come on Fro. In order to move forward, we must not stop learning. Never limit yourself to all the opportunities that come before your eyes. If you don't try, you won't know where you are. IT is your choice, but not necessarily your talent and passion there. “
“I also do not work according to the field I took in college. But I'm stranded in a giant family-owned pharmaceutical company. I have several restaurants in London although I cannot master any cuisine.”
“I am a flight school and have a license to fly a plane, but again it was never used. I'm sitting behind the desk now. Although my position is not as good as Halim Hadinata. I'm just a director at one of Halim Group's subsidiaries at the moment.”
“I have nothing either. All these luxuries belong to my parents. I am also just an ordinary person, my wealth is nothing compared to my daddy.”
“And that scares you against your Daddy and defends me,” toodong Frolline.
“Hahaha.” Ditya's laughter broke, as Frolline misjudged.
“I'm not afraid of them, I just respect my parents.”
“Already, I don't want to argue. One day, Marisa and her husband will tell you how they have been feeling for the past 27 years. Their success is whether to make them live a quiet life because of beating the drums of war with his parents.”
“One day you will understand, Fro.”
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