Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 72: Fro, are you okay?

Ditya is still waiting in anxiety. Although she felt innocent, but what mom and mommy said was true. Indeed, he sacrificed many things for Frolline, for love, for the sake of feeling to put his logic aside.

Yes, that's love. Not looking at age, not looking at rich people. Want a man or a woman, must be destroyed when love has penetrated the soul. The man in the casual suit was leaning against the waiting chair. Doubtful about choosing to go home to accompany his wife or stay here without being able to do anything about it. The sleepiness is gone, tired of attacking again.

Matt who was sitting next to could only strengthen. The man was also speechless - beautiful words to his boss. Just a word of patience, hoping to make Ditya calm.

“Matt, should I just go home. Poor Fro,” said Ditya quietly, rubbing his tired face rough.

“If something happens with a big Boss, how?” Matt reminded.

“I've asked Zoe to stand guard in the hotel lobby. Surely Mrs Boss is fine,” said Matt again, calming.

Ditya's long breath, doesn't describe any relief at all. His heart was split in two, between wife and daddy. A difficult position and did not want to face it all this time. Years of living alone, it is still the best choice when we do not want to enjoy the endless complexity of life.

The man almost fell asleep, as the clattering of footsteps caught his sense of hearing. Though eyes were reluctant to open, Matt's clap anchored on his shoulder forced the man to wake up.

“Bos, no Cicimu.”

Hearing Marisa's call called, Ditya opened his eyes right then and there. From those open petals, Ditya could catch Marisa's angry face aimed at him.

“Kak ...” great-grandson Ditya quietly with his hoarse voice.

Smiling sinisterly before opening her voice, that annoyed look was clearly visible on her sister's pretty face.

“This is the end you want. From the beginning, I told you. Choose any girl, but not Fro.”

“Kak ...” The man's tongue complained, his brain unable to utter a word.

“You see now, my family is hurt because of you. Not daddy, not Frolline. And are you happy now. You happy?” ask Marisa.

“You already know how hard daddy is, Dit. Why should force. Why Fro?” Marisa let out all the stifling flavors lately. All this time it was silent, but now it could not stay still.

“Where is Fro?” marisa's asking spread her gaze around.

“I will take her home to my house,” continued Maris again.

“Can't be so. Fro wife. No one has any right to Fro except me, her husband.”

Ditya's gaze was fixed on the young man who was standing casually behind Marisa. The enemy was a while ago, but not anymore. His Frolline, his wife Frolline.

“My nephew ...” Ditya smiled wryly, looking at Firstan before finally throwing a look.

“Daddy how?” ask Marisa. At midnight, she gets word from her husband that something has happened to her family. And sure enough, when opening news online, Ditya news has become a headline with visual features of the younger brother who is dealing with Halim Hadinata. Believe it or not, in fact the daddy is now critical in the ICU room.

Ditya.

Marisa finally drops her body right next to her only sister. Follow sharing the burden, repeating the story that was not much different from the story of Ditya. Only, if Halim Hadinata was still tough. Can still drive him out loud when the incident happens. Still hold your head up as if Marisa's hold will not affect anything. At that time, Halim still had Ditya. His only son, his favorite son, the crown prince the successor of his business empire.

***

“What time is it?” the whisper slowly stared at the wall jack, almost six in the morning. Resist pain that begins in the throat. Still trying to force his body up. His head was dizzy, the world seemed to be spinning. He got up and sat down, but eventually he collapsed again.

His gaze was fixed on the side of the cold bed next to him. “Coko didn't come home all night,” her great-grandson slowly. Smiling, laughing at himself who was abandoned and lied to.

Given the words of the husband “I will quickly return”, just like a meaningless gust. In fact until morning, let alone Ditya, no trace and shadow.

Luckily, still left with money, at least the husband did not abandon him. Armed with a wad of money, he could buy food. At least Ditya didn't leave her and starve her.

***

He spent a day and a night waiting for daddy. Only able to return to the hotel after Marisa and Firstan came to replace. However the condition of daddy is still not past his critical period, there must be a family party guarding there.

Can't count on an old mommy. The old woman instead needed someone to look after her.

Ditya arrived at the hotel on the day before dusk. He left his wife in a hotel room almost all day. Just exchanging news via mobile phone, even then not all Ditya calls are connected. Frolline is more sleepy than awake. The ringing of his phone just passed.

“Fro, what are you doing?” Ditya frowned when he found the room pitch-black like no one was occupying.

Silent — No sahutan at all.

Stepping closer towards the bed, his feet stumbled over something that was blocking his step movement. Ditya shook his head while clucking in surprise when he found his wife's dress still messy on the floor. Still in the same position, as he left the hotel room.

Hurry up and turn on the lights to see what happens. Ditya was surprised when the dark room was instantly bright with a yellowing-golden sleeping lamp. His wife was still curled up on the bed, not responding to his arrival.

“Fro, have you slept?” ask Ditya. His heart was like a whip when he found instant noodles in a plastic cup that cooled on the nightstand. Not until there, there is a drug to reduce heat production of their factory, which has been lost a piece of packaging.

“Fro, are you okay?” Panic whack when the body is asleep is like dead, not moving, not answering his call since. Lying still with a blanket wrapped around the neck. Left head with messy hair.

“Fro ...” Ditya dropped his body on the bed, reversing the body of Frolline who was on his back.

“Fro, are you sick?” Panic is increasingly becoming when you find the body temperature Frolline hot. With a shivering body.

“Fro, you have a fever?” ask Ditya back.

“Ko, you're home?” said Frolline still with eyes reluctant to open. Swallowing saliva and wetting her dry lips.

“You're hot, Fro. We're going to the doctor now?” tawar Ditya's. Pasting the back of his hand on Frolline's forehead.

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