Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 73: Wait for me, Ko

Your body's hot, Fro. We're going to the doctor now?” tawar Ditya's. Put the back of his hand on the forehead of the wife.

“I just have a normal fever, Ko. Take medicine also later improve.” Frolline refused.

“Come, Fro. Don't be like this. Koko was worried,” said Ditya, the man staring at the hotel room. Right now, they're not home. Even finding a compress is hard.

“I don't want to. Koko has decided to get away from daddy, I do not want to go back to the house again,” refused Frolline.

“Koko has asked Matt to find a new apartment for us, but to get there takes a few days. Can't go straight now either. Matt needs to add some unfinished furniture there,” explained Ditya.

“I'm fine, Ko. Just a regular fever.” Frolline pulled the blanket over, covering it up to the neck, left the head with long, messy hair.

Seeing the determination of Frollie's heart, Ditya finally relented. Tidy up their messy clothes and throw food scraps on the nightstand.

“Coko will ask Matt to buy medicine at the pharmacy while buying food. What do you want to eat, Fro?” tawar Ditya's.

“I don't want anything, Ko. My head hurts, my tongue has no taste at all, ” said Frolline quietly. Those eyes are still closed.

“You wait here. Koko will meet Matt for a while outside,” whispered ditya, patting slowly the body wrapped in a blanket.

Not for half an hour, Ditya was back. Carrying a food box and a small paper bag containing medicines. The man's smile grew to see a plain white towel that he knew clearly what its usefulness was.

“Matt is indeed reliable.”

Dropping his butt on the bed, Ditya stared at his wife's shivering body.

“Schatzi Darling, wake up for a minute. Eat a little, after that take medicine,” said Ditya. His hands helped his wife sit on a pile of pillows.

“Eat a little, Matt bought you chicken soup. After taking the medicine,” persuaded Ditya, feeding the soup a spoonful after a spoonful painstakingly. Repeatedly Frolline pushed slowly, but Ditya did not know to give up. From one spoon, two spoons finally fill the plastic cup moved into the stomach.

“Drink the medicine, after which you can continue your sleep.” Ditya took out the fever medicine that Matt bought and handed him a bottle of mineral water that had been opened.

“Ko, daddy okay?” asked Frolline, covering her mouth withstanding nausea after taking the medicine.

Ditya. “Daddy critical.”

Guilt was evident behind Ditya's forced smile. After all, he was not a disobedient child. Seeing the condition of the unconscious daddy of course made him hit.

“I'm sorry.” Frolline whispered softly, gripping Ditya's gaze.

“Not your fault. There's nothing wrong. Everyone has their reasons too. It's just that koko is not in line and like mind with daddy. Daddy wasn't wrong to want me to marry the girl he thought was right.”

Ditya sighed softly. “Koko also never felt guilty for choosing to follow feelings over logic. Koko never regretted choosing you.” Ditya. The palm of his left hand rubbed gently on Frolline's cheek which felt like a hot stove.

“Do not think. Stand by my side, Fro. Koko will fight for you,” continued Ditya again.

“Ko, my head is dizzy. I want to sleep again,” Frolline said.

“Fro, you are again not wearing the interior?” tanya Ditya. Put down the blanket, find out.

And sure enough, something was printed clearly on his oversized white shirt that Frolline was wearing.

“Yes, there is not a single piece of my clothes there.” Frolline pointed towards the top bundle of the sofa.

“Badness Matt! I've asked him to bring your clothes too,” grumbled Ditya. The man was just about to nag his assistant, but his arm was already on hold.

“Ko, don't get angry. Matt where dare to touch my underwear,” he explained slowly. His head was getting dizzy hearing Ditya's chattering.

The man who had not changed clothes since last night swallowed the saliva. His wife's words seemed to wake him up. There's a point too, there's no way his assistant is that sassy. His wife's underwear are personal items that should only be touched by her.

“Later Koko will take it for you,” said Ditya slowly. Slowly the man walked towards the bathroom with a small towel. Moments later came out with a wet towel, ready to compress his wife.

“Compress briefly Fro, so quickly get down the heat.” Put the towel on his wife's forehead.

Before long, the man lay down next to Frolline. Since last night, he couldn't sleep properly. Just sitting, occasionally closing his eyes.

“Already, let's go to sleep now. Koko is sleepy,” he said slowly. Hugging the body of the wife whose heat is above average.

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The two still cuddled warmly with their eyes closed tightly. In the silence of the night, bathed in golden light only rang out regular breaths of earthiness.

Frolline moved slowly in her husband's arms. Her beautiful eyes opened perfectly. Her headache slowly disappeared, the towel used to compress had also been hit by her husband's head.

There was a greeting, as the beautiful netra looked at Ditya's face. The man was exhausted, clearly visible from the black circle who was reluctant to run away. Up close, Frolline could see her husband was not doing well. Even the sound of snoring signifies how tired the man is.

“I'm sorry. I know, Koko sacrificed a lot for me, for our wedding. I don't know what I'm gonna pay for everything. My heart is half left .. If you are willing, I will leave the rest to you,” Froline said slowly. His spring fingers were carving on the line of Ditya's handsome face which now no longer carries the great name Halim Hadinata. Ditya renounced all his luxuries and rights in order to be with him.

Ditya turned slowly back to Frolline. Unexplained in his sleep. Perhaps the man was dreaming, so did Frolline's smile mean it.

Unbeknownst, Ditya shed tears. Hiding his cowardice. He heard all the Frolline say. And clearly!

“To this extent, First is still reluctant to go from my wife's heart. He gave it all to me, but not his whole heart. Call me selfish, if I want everything. There will not be any man who is willing to be cheated, Ditya's inner” echoed poetic sentences that increasingly cut his own heart.

The man could feel, there were two drooping hands twisting around his waist and locking on his queen's belly. Ditya could also feel the twin mounds so clearly stuck to his back skin.

“Ko, I will learn to love you,” whispered Frolline, tucking gently and repeatedly Ditya's shoulders.

“Wait for me, Ko!” he continued, saying softly not to wake the husband.

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TB