Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 57: I'll learn

Ditya went into the meeting room with restraining emotions. It was hard for the man to hide his jealousy. Just now he asked Matt to get rid of his favorite nephew, but what happened instead of staying away is now the man clings to his wife.

“My darling,” call Ditya, walk over to Frolline, put the food package that Han had just put up. He deliberately called Frolline with a call that he did not normally use, to show his love and ownership to his wife.

A kiss landed on Frolline's lips, suddenly docked Ditya shamelessly. Even Ditya’dikin lip his wife a little longer, without caring about the presence of Firstan in their midst. Luckily, Frolline did not reject him and protested.

“Ko.” Finally after a long time, Frolline patted Ditya on the shoulder, begging the man to stop.

“Eitts, I don't see anyone here,” said Ditya casually, rubbing his wet lips with the tip of his thumb.

“Sorry, nephew. What are you doing here?” ditya asked, taking a quick glance at the laptop that was still on in front of Firstan.

Both Frolline and Firstan chose silent a thousand languages. Even so, the lighted screen was enough to answer everything. The wife is learning a lot about this company with the help of Firstan, of course if there is no shrimp behind the stone.

“Residency?” ditya asked, hugging Frolline's shoulder from behind.

“First is explaining about this company,” explains Frolline, open voice.

“Oh.. limited to tops and subordinates.” Ditya tried to cover up his jealousy by being relaxed.

“I brought you lunch. We eat now, I'm hungry,” whispered Ditya in his wife's ear.

Seeing the interaction of Frolline and Ditya, Firstan knew himself enough, without asking the man to say goodbye.

“Sweet, later we continue again,” said Firstan, deliberately fishing Ditya with affectionate calls that he used to use and Frolline while still dating.

“Sweet?” ditya asked, repeating the call he had just heard coming out of the lips of Instant.

“Hmmm,” mumbled Frolline, choosing to focus on the lunch Ditya brought.

“Why did he call you that?” todong Ditya's.

“Because you also deliberately provoked him first,” said Frolline relaxed.

“Don't say he's still jealous, meaning he still has a taste for you,” guess Ditya again.

“I don't want to talk about it, Ko. What did you bring for lunch?” asked Frolline, busy unpacking the package her husband brought. There is a team rice complete with pickles.

“Fro, can't be too close to First,” said Ditya suddenly. The man had already taken a sitting position on the chair that his nephew had previously filled.

“Yes, Ko. I just learned about the company from him. We have nothing to do,” Frolline said, defending ourselves.

“Your smile makes me jealous,” said Ditya frankly. Shamelessly, the man confessed his feelings.

“Just smile, must protest!” frolline complained, opening the food box and preparing it in front of her husband.

“Eat now, Ko. If your stomach is full, you will not think of anything strange,” said Frolline, handing a plastic spoon to the man who opened his eyes wide.

“Fro, I don't want to eat with this look. Have your employees prepare decent plates and spoons. I also want a cup of warm tea,” pinta Ditya, staring at the food box of mica and the complementary plastic spoon.

“Ko, why so chatty?” grunts Frolline, annoyed.

“Working is important, but eating is also important. I don't care what the menu is presented, but I want it to look decent,” cerocos Ditya.

Frolline could only endure the annoyance, just as she was about to head out to have the pantry employee prepare all her husband's orders.

“Eh, where are you going Fro?” prevent Ditya from holding the Frolline arm.

“You asked the employee to prepare it for you,” Frolline said, scowling.

“Fro, let's sit where you were chatting with First,” pinta Ditya, pull his wife sitting on the table.

“What's This, Ko.” Frolline protested with his unfriendly face.

On the contrary Ditya, the man looked so childish with his strange attitude and request.

“Fro, don't frown like this. Don't you feel like this isn't fair to me?” tanya reminded.

Ditya's sentence was slapped, without touching it. Gently pleading but piercing.

“Fro, I'm your husband. Do you remember when we got married?” said Ditya, took his seat, then grabbed both hands of Frolline and grumbled. His fingers were wiping the wedding ring that he tucked in the ring finger of Frolline while saying a sacred promise in front of God.

“Iya.”

“I'm jealous. I envy a man who has no right to your life, but he can make you smile so loosely. Different when with me,” said Ditya, slowly bringing Frolline's left hand to touch his chest.

“You can feel, Fro,” whispered Ditya quietly, bringing his face closer to the wife.

Frolline shook her head. “Sorry.”

“Inside here is exploding like a child krakatau ready to spill his stomach, heat up and ready to burn me,” continued Ditya smiled.

“I need ice to cool it down,” said Ditya, smiling wryly at the gloating Frolline. Different treatment when with Firstan. His wife can come off and be herself.

Long Ditya stared, waiting for the response Frolline, the man had already thrust his right cheek in order to get a sweet gift from his wife, but indeed the bond of heart could not be forced. How much he forced the Frolline to get close to him, there would still be some distance between them. That love has not grown, not even existed at all.

“I only have your body, but not your heart. Until when I shall wait for you, Fro. Even you yourself do not want to start it,” said Ditya swallowed disappointed. Frolline couldn't even read the code from him.

“I'm sorry, Ko. If all this time I haven't been able to love you, but I will try,” whispered Frolline bowed.

“Matt has prepared all our departure documents to Germany. In this week we will fly and prepare to meet my mama. I beg you when I meet my mama behave sweeter.”

“Iya.”

“My mom doesn't care which family my wife comes from. Mama also does not care, you can cook or not, can make a career or not. Most importantly for her, her daughter-in-law could make her son happy. That's more than enough for mama.”

Ditya gripped the hand Frolline heard tightly. “Maybe we start by force, but when we say “Yes, I'm willing” before God, meaning we have to keep that commitment.”

“Iya.”

“Actually if you love me, your warm smile while talking to Firstan is meaningless, but since you don't love me, everything feels so painful.”

“I'm sorry,” whispered Frolline slowly.

Both corners of the man's lips were pulled upwards.

“I don't need your apologies, Fro, I just need your love. A little place in your heart. I didn't ask for the whole, just a little spot.”

“I'm sorry,” whispered Frolline, repeating back, but this time she squandered and hugged tightly Ditya.

“I will learn to it,” continued Frolline slowly, peeking Ditya cheek, making the man flowery.

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TB