Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 74: Living with Mommy

Whether to be happy or disappointed, Ditya was speechless. As the entanglement in the stomach of the box grew tighter, the tears spilled unbearably.

Trying to hide his disappointment, Ditya cupped Frolline's hands gently.

"Shop will be waiting for you, my wife ... Frolline Gunawan's. Koko will be waiting for you, Mother of my children"

Ditya whispered softly, with all his might maintaining his voice did not sound vibrating and awkward. Keep disappointed alone, hide the cry behind the strong and firm.

Surprised, Frolline who did not expect her husband to be awake was of course aghast.

"Ko, are you awake?" the wiggly hand stroked the friendly muscular area on her husband's stomach. His body was getting more and more attached, seeking warmth.

Turning as fast as lightning after wiping away the tears, the first thing Ditya did was to stick the back of his hand on his wife's forehead.

"It's still a little hot. Take some more medicine, yeah." He got up from his sleeping position. The man grabbed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Frolline along with a grain of medicine.

"Ko, if I'm better .. Can I go to the office?" asked Frolline, starting the conversation.

All day in a hotel room, he just felt what prison was like. Caged can't be anything.”

"Cheal first, just think about something else." A warm pat on the head of the Frolline, Ditya presented a soothing warm smile.

Just as the man dropped his body back onto the soft bed with silk sheets, the device on the nightstand screamed loudly breaking the silence of the night.

The focus of the couple was diverted, looking in the same direction.

"Sir Marisa ...." Ditya said flat and floating. Frown marks a big question in the curious about the sudden call in the middle.

The clock on the wall of the hotel, showing at 01:35 in the morning. Potential time for rowing into dreamland, exploring other dimensions in the subconscious. Or the perfect time to reproduce for the tireless and time-consuming newlyweds.

"What's up, brother?" tanya feels hanging when the answer is still limited to heavy breathing. Marisa was silent for a moment before delivering the next news.

"Daddy was sober, just now. I want to meet you, my beloved son. I wasn't even allowed to enter by the sturdy army at the door. You know, it's." Marisa storytelling.

Deg—

The happiness enveloped the succum, permeating filling the empty recesses of the heart. Guilt that had alighted, gradually went when the condition of the daddy had improved.

"I can't right now, brother. Fro sick." Ditya.

More precisely avoid temporarily while preparing the heart and answers to why and why that needs clarity. He knew clearly, what Daddy was looking for.

Ditya's answer, suddenly splashed a new panic from the voice of half-shouting Marisa.

"My daughter's sick!!" Marisa is aghast at the frantic screams coming out of Ditya's expensive device.

"Sister-in-law, Brother. SISTER ... BROTHER-IN-LAW!" Assertiveness is clear from Ditya's intonation.

"When Fro was still alone and your son-in-law, of course she was your daughter. Now she's my wife, of course her status changed sister-in-law," continued Ditya still task accept.

Frolline who heard the useless debate forced herself to rise. Rising dizzy to fill his head, Frolline hurriedly hugged the waist of the husband who was currently standing on the nightstand. Sticking tightly to the chest of Ditya's field.

"What's wrong?" throw a question without a sound. Only the lips can be read.

Ditta shook her head, hugging his wife's slender waist with her remaining hands.

"Tomorrow I'll be in the hospital. I can't leave my wife tonight, brother."

Silent greeting, for a moment time seemed to stop beating.

Frolline on her tiptoes, heard by sticking her ear on the back side of the device with a smile.

"I want to, Ko. I was bored in a hotel room alone. Let mommy accompany me."

"Ssttt .. sister-in-law, not mom." Ditya tidapkan back his wife's call to the brother who had been lost all this time. There is jealousy tucked away in his refusal, every hearing of the mother and daughter relationship that is intertwined between the two.

"Yes, Mam .. uh ... Sister Marisa, let Mami .. uh sister Marisa accompany me while you take care of daddy." Frolline threw her opinion.

Frolline's loud voice certainly caught Marisa's hearing from across the street.

"Dith! Tega you! My daughter, you're in jail all day in a hotel room. You're neglected. Delayed over!" marisa's Nagging.

"Share your location now! I'm going to meet Frolline and you can meet daddy. You know, even daddy turned me down when his body had a hard time breathing."

"Ko, let me meet mami." Frolline pleads. Hugging tightly at Ditya's waist, coaxing with all his effort. Even Frolline dared to kiss her husband's lips as a last resort.

"Yes." Yeah." Ditya answered briefly. His self-defense fell.

"Koko is going to the hospital after Marisa's sister comes here" continued Ditya smiling.

"Kiss me first," asked Ditya smilingly, rubbing his wet lips from the brief kiss covered by Frolline.

***

In less than half an hour, Marisa had knocked on the door of the hotel room. The 48-year-old woman was already standing at the door of her sister's room.

"You're flying, brother. Why so fast?" tanya Ditya, looked outside her room. Looking for another figure who used to tail behind Marisa.

"First's waiting in the car. Don't worry.” Marisa explained. Just looking at Ditya's behavior, he knew clearly what the 35-year-old man was thinking.

“Meet daddy now! I'll keep the princess ...” Ditya stared intently, making Marisa not to continue her sentence.

“Yes, your wife!” grumble Marisa, pissed. It's too much. What does a call mean.

“Fro, Koko to daddy's place for a while. Don't forget to take the medicine. Love you,” said to Ditya, peeping at Frolline who was sitting on the bed.

Ditya's footsteps were not heard as the hotel room door closed perfectly. Marisa, who had been standing by the door, walked a distance from the bed. “Fro, what are you sick with?” ask her in panic.

“Foam, Mi.”

“All will be fine. Mami already felt this 28 years ago,” entertain Marisa, hugging her daughter tightly. His eyes stared at the room. The room was uncomfortable. Marisa can't imagine how Frolline went through her day here alone without her husband.

“Pack your things, join Mami back home. Here you are not healed, it will even get sicker.”

“Mi ...” Frolline hesitates. Not that it is not unwilling, but at the moment all the decisions are in Ditya's hands. There's no way she'd just leave without her husband's permission.

“Pack your things. While Ditya takes care of daddy, you stay at Mami's place. Later Mami will inform your husband.” Marisa insists.

“Not so, Mi ... but .. I ...”

“Already, according to it now. Stay with Mami until your apartment is ready to be occupied.”

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TB