Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 58: What kind of man am I marrying

After finishing lunch, Frolline intended to re-clean all the food plates that filled the meeting table. After piling up her empty plate and the husband, the new director of the company intends to take her out. However, his steps came to a halt, Ditya blocking his hand plan.

“Fro, from now on, do not do this work in the office. Enough in our house. When in the company leave it to people who are experts in their field. Who is paid to do this job. Do not waste your time on things that are not important, especially that is not your job,” stressed Ditya.

The two eyebrows of Frolline met each other, digesting her husband's words. According to him, trivial things like this, if he could do it too, would not lose anything.

“Come here, put those plates back on the table. When you are in the company, you are the leader. You have to give directions and examples to your employees. Not that you can't do it, but it doesn't have to be like when you're at home, my wife's status.”

“Do not waste time on unimportant things. For a businessman, time is precious. Time is money,” continued Ditya.

Seeing the puzzled look of his wife, Ditya smiled.

“Do not protest and say you are not fit to be in this world.” The man got up from his sitting position. Glanced at the Rolex on his wrist.

“Schatzi, you still need Matt?” ditya asked, looking fixedly at his wife's bead.

To be honest, he wants to spend time alone with his wife. However, at this time he had to clean up his work that accumulated due to being left several days to Surabaya. Not to mention next week they plan to fly to Germany. At least he has to make sure the company is safe. Frolline still has a lot to learn.

“Coko needs it?” ask Frolline.

“I don't mind. Koko can take him now. I can learn everything myself,” Frolline said.

“OK, I'll pick you up later in the afternoon. Coincidentally my office is not too far from here,” said Ditya. The man was still sculpting, waiting for his wife's initiative. He deliberately did not give any sign, hoping that Frolline understood enough.

The two stared at each other. Frolline looked at her husband in confusion and Ditya looked at his wife with a meaningful smile.

“Well, instead of going back to the office?” tanya Froline opened his voice.

Ditya was still standing with his hands folded on his chest. Plays his eyebrows, while smiling. For a long time, Frolline tried to read what her husband wanted. Until the girl finally approached. A little tiptoe peeping left and right cheeks Ditya.

“Already. You can go now, Ko.” Frolline turned the burly body so that it immediately came out of the room.

“Hahaha.!” The man's laughter broke. Everything looks so sweet, just simple. Although not as intimate as other couples who always give a wet kiss on the lips, but this progress has been much better.

It does take time, struggle and patience, as his patience and struggle erode the solid coral of Halim Hadinata. Yeah, he's fighting for the Frolline right now. Fighting for his wife's place in the family of Halim Hadinata.

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After Ditya, Frolline again focused on learning many things about his company. Trying to study the projects that are still running, the rest of his papa relics. There's a lot he has to learn. Unlike Angella who has been in the company since the beginning.

“Kak Angell?” whispered Frolline, staring at some of the files her brother signed. A wry smile carved on his thin lips.

“Even when we were left behind, you forgot me, brother. You sold everything without compromising with me.” continued Frolline.

“What because I got married, without telling you. Ah, I'm sure you know it all too, as proven that the one who bought the house and the company was my own husband. Definitely Kak Angell many stories on koko.” Frolline was dragged into his own mind.

Frolline's daydream came to a halt, as Zoe's voice knocked on her door.

“What's Zoe?” frolline asked as her assistant's face appeared from behind the door.

The assistant said nothing, just picked up a tv remote and pressed the on button. As soon as the television was on, Zoe moved the channel and searched for the news in question. A gossip show that aired the news of Ditya with beautiful women.

Frolline was wide-eyed, when she saw the news about her husband and a woman. Many pictures of her husband are in the media. “Yes God, let alone this?” said Frolline, staring at her husband cuddling and kissing with a girl wearing only a bikini . Party with the girls by the pool.

Frolline could only stroke his chest, as his eyes were forced to look at that stifling sight. Although she had previously been shown similar photos, but when she became a wife there was a different sense shown photos of her husband playing crazy with many different women.

“Sorry Mom, I didn't mean to hurt Mom's feelings, but the reality is like this,” said Zoe, smiling. Not yet Zoe out of the Frolline room, suddenly the phone in her pocket rang. Staring at Ditya's name that appeared on the screen, Zoe immediately asked for her exit permission.

“Sorry Mom, I'm clearance to exit. Boss call” pampit Zoe.

“No need to go out, I want to hear what that jerk guy wants to talk about with you!” frolline's orders, restraining her resentment and anger. She already wanted to throw a television in front of her when forced to see the news about her husband.

“Each Bu,” says Zoe. Sliding the green sign on the screen of his phone, then stick the black device in his ear.

“Turn on the speaker, I want to hear what my husband is talking about with you,” command Frolline, tightly.

“Good, Bu.” Zoe according. Putting his phone on the table right in front of Frolline.

“Iya Bos.” Zoe opened the conversation after her phone was connected.

“Don't let my wife see the news in the media. I don't want..” Ditya could not continue his sentence

“I've seen it!” cut Frolline.

“Everything you want to say again? I'm listening to everything!” said Frolline, holding back her anger.

“Fro, are you?” ask Ditya from across.

“Indeed your wife how many people? Until you have to make sure!” frolline grumbled, knocking on the wooden table in front of him with a pen.

“Fro, I'll see you now. I'll explain it to you directly. You don't go anywhere,” obviously Ditya.

“I'm busy. Did not get time to receive anyone's visit at this time.” Frolline refused, and cut off the phone, without giving her husband a chance to talk any further.

“You can come out, Zoe!” pinta Frolline, enduring the taste of that, filled her chest.

Her eyes were still following the movements of her assistant who came out of the room. As soon as the door was shut, the tear fell.

“What kind of men do I marry. What kind of man do I make a husband,” said Frolline slowly. There may not be love, but as a wife there is pain that is difficult to express when forced to see indecent photos of the husband with other women.

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TB