Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 62: Stay with me

Matt is still maximizing his brain function in order to find brilliant ideas to support his Boss' hidden intentions. The message he just received forced Ditya's beloved assistant to look for the best way to create a second chance between Mr. Boss and Mrs Boss.

Fifteen minutes into a spin with crazy ideas that have not been clinically tested for success, Matt finally dropped the choice on the simplest idea with the smallest risk.

A text message was sent to Zoe, her sephoretic counterpart who is currently focusing on steering.

Zoe, please find the streets jammed. The more it gets stuck, the better. If possible, the car cannot move. Otherwise, make the drama run out of gas or the car breaks down. Signed : Boss sir!!!

The sound of a slow clinking of incoming text messages is heard from the dashboard of the car, indicating that the important message has arrived to the destination.

Staring at Zoe who looks relaxed, as if not disturbed by the sound of messages on her phone.

“Zoe, there is a message on your phone,” chirps Matt reminded.

“Let it be Matt, the most impostor yet. Usually my phone number often wins the lottery,” said Zoe did not care.

Hearing Zoe's reply, Matt could only resist being annoyed. The initial plan alone has met obstacles, how next. Forced by the man, he called Zoe's phone, winking. Asking Zoe to cooperate after reading her message.

A nod of approval floated up in Matt's mind. The optimism that had been pushed away came back with a shadow of proof of the transfer after with a nominal double than before.

Hopefully this time will also get a bonus that is almost as great as when Ditya managed to make Frolline a lover or successfully take the girl to the wedding altar.

Half an hour in circles, their car finally joined the queue of cars lined the highway. Enjoy the streets, join other vehicles. Matt's lips smiled sweetly, in contrast to Zoe's, the driver's feelings turned to misgivings.

A message was sent to Matt on Ditya.

Boss, time and place are welcome.

As soon as the message came in from Matt, Ditya frowned. Confused by Matt's unread mind. Almost an hour the vehicle crept in an indeterminate direction, following the movement of the car in front of him, Matt finally made a sound.

“Boss, in front there is a mall, there is a hotel also on it. Any boss would stop by. It looks like the traffic jam is severe,” said Matt, giving Ditya a code.

“Matt!! I still have meetings. This is my first meeting,” complained Frolline. He had just been quiet from being upset. Hearing Matt's advice, his regret grew.

“Ko, your assistant is overdue. I heard for myself, since he deliberately directed the way here. So that we get stuck in traffic,” Frolline shootout on her husband.

“It's Fro, it's like this. Later I will cut his salary because it has made my wife disappointed,” said Ditya, trying to calm down. The burly arm was already clutching his wife's shoulders, carrying the tiny body of Frolline leaning on his shoulder.

There was a sense of awakening, when Frolline assumed his existence. Enough to complain about the frustration of Matt, Ditya was happy. At least Frolline had softened a little and was willing to share with him.

***

A few days later.

Since the afternoon Frolline has been preparing, dressing up beautifully to accompany Ditya at the company's anniversary event. Slashing in front of the mirror, swirling to admire the expensive dress that Ditya presented it from all sides.

Since then, he has been watching his wife. Take a walk like a famous model, occasionally smiling yourself staring at the mirror. He who stood not too far away, could only shake his head.

“Ko, am I beautiful?” ask Frolline. His gaze could not be separated from the mirror, smiling knots looking at his reflection.

“Beauty! Not beautiful, will not I marry,” said Ditya relaxed.

The man in a black tuxedo suit had already walked over, stopping the Frolline's twisting motion and clutching his wife from behind.

“You have not dizzy circling like a top since?” tanya Ditya smiled. Look in the mirror. Admire his wife who really looks different than usual.

“This gift from you is beautiful, Ko.”

“Really? I'll buy you another dress if you like it. Later you can wear it while attending invitations with me.”

Frolline smiled.

“Schatzi Dear, we will meet daddy and mommy there. So far you understand, right?” ditya asked, dropping his pointy chin on Frolline's open shoulder.

The cute girl in the white dress nodded, a sign of understanding all her husband's words.

“If you meet daddy and mommy, take time to apologize to them. You have dared to run away from home, do not have to admit your mistakes,” said Ditya again.

“Daddy will scold me again, will it?” tanya Frolline, down. These days, she begins to understand her husband's life. Especially since working and meeting so many great people, he was like slapped. Shame himself with a stupid attitude and without his calculations all along.

“Daddy will not embarrass you in public. It's the same as slapping his own face. If you feel stepped on, just breathe out. There are many ways to reply, but look for the most beautiful way. Staying standing and smiling by my side, it was enough to get daddy to have a heart attack. No need to fight excessively.”

Frolline turned to look at her husband. “What do you mean, Ko?”

Stay with me, daddy can't do anything either. Daddy hurt you, because he felt that your presence by my side was threatening him. So don't stay away again. Just stand beside me. Hold my hand,” obviously Ditya.

The convoluted hands on the slender waist of the Frolline grew tighter, along with it a sweet kiss landed on the smooth shoulders of the Frolline.

“Deliver all to me. Maybe there you'll meet Sandra and her parents. Be nice to them. Sandra's not your rival. We're just engaged on the parent's deal. In fact, you are my only wife. The woman who will give birth to the next heir Halim Hadinata.”

Frolline nodded in a sign of understanding.

“From here will be born my children. Not from the womb of any woman,” said Ditya, rubbing flat stomach Frolline.

Shame crept when Frolline heard her husband's last words. There is a different taste than usual. His last words sounded so sweet.

“Aready now?” ditya asked, thrusting his hand ready to welcome Frolline's hand.

***

TB