Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 59: Revenge

Ditya barged into his wife's study. His breathing went up and down as he ran down the four-storey staircase, after a long wait for an elevator filled with office employees.

As soon as the door opened wide without knocking first, Ditya bent down with his hands touching both knees. Trying to bring back his great breath.

“Fro, forgive me.” Five minutes trying to reset his racing heart.

The man had already walked over, eroding the distance created earlier. Wife with a stiff face and puffy eyes, throwing away the view. Not wanting to face him.

“Fro, we have to talk.” Rotating work chairs occupied by Frolline. The two burly arms rested on the handle of the oversized chair, locking his wife there.

“Geek me now, Fro. Please,” pinta Ditya, with a clear look. Frolline was angry, of course he understood very well what his wife felt at this time.

“Before I married you, I had a past with the ladies. Just like you have a past with First.” The man began stringing words to persuade his wife, giving a simple understanding that Ditya believed, should his wife understand enough.

“I'm sorry for all my bad past, but please understand. Since marrying you I've left everything behind. I have not even touched the drink anymore,” persuaded Ditya, still trying to seduce in various ways.

The kiss landed on Frolline's forehead, in an effort to find a peaceful path in a heated husband and wife relationship.

“As for Fro, you know clearly not that I cannot erase my past with those women, but now all I can do is fight for my future with you, trying to understand.

On the other hand, Frolline was still digesting the sentence after sentence that her husband had delivered in silence.

“Entah photos when it was, I also have forgotten. How can it leak out if not because there is someone who leaked it for a certain purpose,” whispered Ditya, circulating his gaze around.

“Listen Fro, someone wants our household to fall apart with all this news,” whispered Ditya slowly.

“If you are provoked are not these people will smile with satisfaction,” explained Ditya, smiling looking at his wife's pouting face.

Ditya's last sentence was enough to make Frolline understand, it was proven that the girl immediately shifted her eyes. Staring beadically at her husband's eyes looking for answers.

Nodding accompanied by a smile, Ditya was still trying to give confidence. “I've asked Matt to take care of it for you. There will be no more painful scenes milling about in the media. I promise,” he continued.

Frolline softened, the anger that had been seen in his eyes now disappeared slowly. Vaporized somewhere.

“Don't tell me you cried Fro?” suddenly Ditya asked, after seeing the traces of a patch on the beautiful face of his wife.

The palm of the hand was already framing beautifully on Frolline's face, staring carefully to make sure that the duo was not wrong.

“Fro, don't tell me you're crying because of the news?” ask Ditya, smile.

Frolline bergeming. Staring in any direction. It's embarrassing to be caught crying over a picture of her husband kissing a woman.

Ditya's laughter broke, without waiting for the man's reply smiling happily. He immediately grabbed his wife's body. Plied Frolline's face with kiss after kiss.

“I like it. I love it when you're angry, crying at all that, Fro.” Ditya says.

“I love it Fro,” re-Dyed again, smile.

The punch hit Ditya's shoulder, but the man was unmoved. He was enjoying the feeling of being mourned by the woman he loved. Feeling the growing jealous circles in his wife's heart.

“Fro, I find it worthwhile if you cry for me. Meaning. em..” Ditya bites, approaching Frolline's red-hued face, covering up his embarrassment for being caught crying over Ditya with another woman.

“That means you start to have a taste in Koko,” continued Ditya, sticking his face on the face of Frolline. Swiping spoiled, making his wife distraught. An amused sensation mixed with Ditya's breath that felt real.

“It's there. I won't cry you again, Ko!” frolline grumbled, pushing Ditya's body away.

The man pulled the chair across from the Frolline table. Lifting his feet to the table, like his own room. Before long, there was a knock at the door along with a slow cry of Matt.

In an instant Matt had already pushed the door with both hands full of files. Put it roughly on the table. Sontak distract Frolline.

“What the hell is this, Ko?” asked Frolline, closing the rough screen of her laptop. Looking at the strange sight before him.

“I'll work from here. Tired of going back and forth to the office.” He reasoned, grabbed the top file and started reading it.

“Ko, I'm serious. Is it not wrong?” ask Frolline.

“No, just take care of your work. I will also take care of the work, Fro,” said Ditya began to concentrate on his work.

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The afternoon passed, the afternoon picked up. In the director's room, the couple was still busy with their respective work, Ditya with a stack of files brought from his office while Frolline was busy studying the company's ongoing work contracts.

“Ko, my head is dizzy,” complains Frolline. Ever since he saw the laptop screen, his eyes were twitching. The questioner did not answer, instead busy himself checking the financial statements that had been prepared by his subordinates.

“Ko, is your job done? We just go home,” invite Frolline, his eyes began to sting forced to see letters and numbers since then.

“A minute, Darling.” Ditya was still doodling with his pen. Circling numbers that he considers unnatural.

“Ko, I don't cook tonight, we eat out only, yes,” Frolline advises. He was already standing, stretching his stiff muscles, looking away out the window.

“Hmmm,” muttered Ditya is still serious about his job.

“Ko, I've been talking since, but your answer is just ha he ha he!” gerutu Frolline, took over the file from Ditya's hand.

“In the meantime Fro, just a little more,” protest Ditya.

“Let's just go home, tomorrow just continue it again,” Frolline command without compromise. The girl was already heading towards the door, calling Matt to clear her husband's files.

“Matt, please clear the cocoa file on the table!” pinta the mistress. Frolline paid no heed to the sharp gaze of the husband who objected.

Before long Matt had already appeared in the doorway, following the instructions. Clean up all files without exception. A little shudder with Ditya's horrible look. It's not that Matt doesn't know, Ditya is upset right now.

The habit of his employer, never postpone the work. “Bos, not finished?” whispered Matt, slowly. Fear of his voice will provoke a riot of a husband and wife.

Ditya.

“Sorry Boss, what can I do. Boss alone does not dwell with mistress, let alone me who is just this lowly assistant.” Matt spoke slowly, as he tidied up the maps piled up on the table.

“Reject wind is still in stock, Boss. It seemed, in order to move forward, the Boss needed it more. This is indeed a risk that must be borne by all men who have dared to commit to marriage.”

Ditya glared at Matt's remark, turning to glance at his wife who was standing in front of the window, staring at the street scenery of the capital.

“Sabar Boss, if married it is so. The husband is like a king, the wife is like a minister. But yes it is. If the king goes a step, it is restricted. Even the minister who is free to master the chessboard,” whispered Matt, shutting his mouth. Wanted to laugh, but could not bear to see Ditya's depressed face.

“Enjoy the Boss! Later that night the Boss can avenge the Madam. Make Madam not wab!” seductive Matt, smile.

This time Ditya's concentration was diverted. A little amused by Matt's words.

“The guy can be in control all day, but if it's midnight the boss can take over his control,” Matt said, playing his eyebrows.

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TB