Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 75: You may go

Frolline bergeming. The desire to follow Marisa's advice was so great, but as a wife had to pocket her husband's permission. Her husband's words were an unwritten rule in their household.

“Mami, I cannot leave without my husband's permission,” Frolline said. The words of rejection came out also from the slightly dry red lips.

Heavy, but right now that's all Frolline can do. While her husband was performing duties and obligations as the son of Halim Hadinata, she was required to be able to take care of herself in the midst of her illness.

Marisa looked at the sweet girl wearing Ditya's oversized t-shirt, without even wearing the interior. Since entering, he focused on the condition of the hotel room to the point of ignoring the state of Frolline.

“You're still sick, honey?” Marisa took a few steps forward, then pressed the back of her hand against Frolline's hot forehead. The girl who was considered her own daughter.

“It's been a bit light, Mi. Already taking pharmacies,” said Frolline.

“No Fro, you will get sicker if you stay here. Eating is hard. This isn't your penthouse, this is a hotel. You will not be free,” explained Marisa, trying to persuade.

The girl bit her dry lips. The throbbing dizziness in his head grew increasingly pronounced as he lowered his head. Pulling a long Ditya shirt with thighs, Frolline became embarrassed himself. Worrying that mom thinks the no-no.

“Fro, mom will contact Ditya. You don't have to worry. Your husband is very understanding, mami is sure he really understands.”

The woman with long hair was seen pulling a cell phone out of her handbag. And as previously disclosed, contact Ditya, his only sister.

The connecting tone slowly flowed, a few seconds later a masculine voice greeted from across.

“Yes, Brother. What's up again?” Ditya's voice sounded annoyed. How he was not upset, had just parted a few minutes ago, even he had just set foot into the hospital parking lot, Marisa was bothering him again.

“Your wife ... I'll take your wife home to my house.”

Like lightning suddenly. The thing Ditya had feared since then, happened as well. I want to refuse, but not power. Wanting to say yes, his heart was not willing. After all, he had not been able to fully believe in Firstan, let alone Frolline. He heard for himself how his wife felt about the nephew.

“Eem ...”

“I'll take good care of your wife, Dit. You don't pity your wife here alone. What is getting sick is not getting better,” explained Marisa.

“Kak ..”

“What? What's your reason for not letting me take your wife home?” todong Marisa again.

Frolline had only listened, not daring to interfere until asked for his opinion.

“Kak .. I am married. Can't be as easy as this. It's my family, I decide everything, including about my wife.” Ditya gave a rejection.

“Dit listen ... love does not mean to make someone's logic so it does not work. You are the leader in the household and company, must be able to take the best decision for your wife and subordinates.”

“You don't see how sad Fro is, here alone. Chubby, narrow, can't be anything. Eat hard!” grouse Marisa.

“Mi ... I'm fine.” Frolline chimed in, after feeling her husband being cornered.

“Try thinking of the Frolline position, don't be selfish. At my place, I'll take care of him. At least until Fro recovers and can travel anywhere by himself.”

“Imagine in the room alone, can not get out. Can't be anything.,” continued Marisa, nagging endless.

“Kak, there's Zoe guarding it. Fro can ask for anything he wants. Zoe is always ready for him 24 hours.” Ditya defended himself.

The sound of rough breathing repeatedly, Marisa is really strong with her desire. “Dit, I beg pity your wife.”

Long inaudible to Ditya's voice, the man thought at the end of the call. There are many considerations, though what Marisa says is true. He was indeed selfish, but from when was love so generous. Love makes a person selfish.

“I turn it off now, Brother!” Ditya disconnected the phone. Change to contact his wife directly.

***

“Ya, Ko.” Frollline put the phone to his ear. Prepare for the next sentence.

“You feel better? Sister Marisa is still there?” Ditya opened the conversation.

“Already mendingan. Marisa's sister is still here. What's up?” ask Frolline. Not long ago Ditya cut off his phone call with his sister. Suddenly now calling him.

“Fro ... You are more comfortable in a hotel room or in the place of Kak Marisa?” Finally came the question from Ditya's lips. After hearing Marisa's words, her heart and brain rethought. Reviewing the words by Marisa's words.

“I ... I .. it's up to koko.” Frolline answered. Half lying, not wanting to disappoint Ditya.

“Fro, tell me. What do you want?” Dita asked back.

“Nothing. I think koko. If allowed, I go with Mami ...”

“Fro ...” Ditya interrupted, calling his wife's name in a soft and spoiled weave.

“Sister Marisa I mean. If koko doesn't allow it, I'll say.”

Heavy! Heavy decisions to be made. On the one hand it would have been better, Frolline stayed with Marisa until she had time to take care of her wife, but there was her niece who could at any time threaten their relationship.

“You can go. I'm letting you come with Marisa. Later, after returning from the hospital, I will meet you at the place of Sister Marisa,” break up Ditya.

“Ya, Ko.”

“Begging Mami to take you to the penthouse for a bit. Take your clothes there!” ditya said again.

“Ya.”

The man was silent for a moment. He hesitated to say the next sentence, but he had to do it.

“Koko tries to trust you, take care of yourself for me. Koko knows part of your heart is still left to her, but you have to remember .. You are now Mrs Ditya, not Frolline Gunawan who can behave as she pleases.”

“In front of me or behind me, you must remember every time you do anything, my pride as your husband is at stake. Whatever you do is my responsibility. No matter how little you do out there, your husband will be dragged along. You understand, Fro?”

“Ya, I know.”

“Coko loves you. As soon as I arrived at Marisa's house, immediately notify me.”

“Ya, Ko.”

In the end, the man gave up. Yes, Ditya chose not to be selfish even though he was entitled to be selfish. Decided to give trust to his wife, although there is still a small amount of disrelief. At least much better than having to lock his wife continuously, limiting Frolline.

It might be better this way, giving Frolline a chance to learn to understand his position. Because the truth is, the problem is not in the relationship of the two in the past, but how his wife uncovers all the past and her own feelings.

How his wife is responsible for their current household. How his wife behaved and faced the now-nephew Firstan.

Jealousy is definitely there, but Ditya hopes to be an adult male, which puts that jealousy completely in place and in portion.

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TB