Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 77: Do I marry

“Bigger! What are you doing inside?” tanya Ditya ran over and approached Firstan. Without asking, the man put a punch right in his nephew's jaw.

Baku hitam following the oath of serapah heard from the lips of both. The grudge that Om and the nephew have been harboring has been channeled. One punch docked in Ditya's jaw, the next instant's face got the same turn. Wrestling on the floor with a puffy face, the two overlapped alternately until a loud shriek of Marisa's voice interrupted by a rowdy voice in the living room.

“Yes God, what happened to this?” Marisa with a wooden spoon in her right hand, hitting both of them to take off each other. The pungent scent of salted fish, shared on the bodies of both. The greasy sodet is now clean unscathed.

“What the fuck!” marisa's nagging, pulling the body of her son who was locking his sister. He's frying salted fish for his asem vegetable friend.

“FIRST!! Just stop!! Stop!!” peekik Marisa when the two still do not want to finish with her fight.

“DIT!”

The two adult men finally chose to end the struggle. Ditya by rubbing the corner of her injured lips and Firstan rubbed the wound on her temple.

“Happy?” marisa's still upset.

“What is this?” Ditya pulled his shirt and smelled the scent of salted fish on his body.

“If it is still less, I can water you with asem vegetable sauce.” Marisa added again.

“Kak ...”

“Why? Coming without excuse, without a voice, suddenly had a fight with your own niece. What's the problem?” grouse Marisa. The woman was already on her waist in front of the two.

“You again! Not going to work. What do you want in front of Frolline's room. Don't tell me you're peeking at your bedtime appointment!” continue nagging your son.

“Not so, Mi ...”

“Already! Go to the office there. Don't make trouble again.” Marisa rushed into the kitchen leaving the two behind.

After Marisa, Ditya immediately flocked to Firstan with many questions. “What are you doing, in my wife's room. Say!” ask Ditya. Highlight those shady eyes gleamed full of anger back when they left behind the two of them.

Laughing cynically, Firstan replied.

“Same as you did first. Remember no? If I forget, I can remind him. How cunning are you, separating me and Fro.”

“I warn you, until whenever you will not get Fro's heart completely. You don't know what we've been through together.”

“You came later, fraudulently using all means snatch it from me.” Firstan restrained his anger with clenched hands. Rushed away leaving Ditya sculpting on the spot.

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Ditya stepped into his bedroom. The overflowing anger slowly disappeared when he saw his wife deep asleep.

"Hopefully it's just my fear." Ditya spoke to himself.

Dropping his tired body on the bed, Ditya still had time to wipe the forehead Frolline. Make sure his wife is okay. The heat was no longer stinging, Frolline's body temperature was close to normal.

Small movements, deeply disturbing the sleeping princess. The eyelids blinked a few times. Perfect opening together the typical sound of waking up. “Ko, have you arrived?” asked Frolline, trying to get up from her sleep.

“Ya, new cocoa coming. Are you feeling better?” ask Ditya. Bad thoughts have occurred something between his wife and nephew. They could have been together for the last few hours. The concentrated eye seeks its truth from the bead of his wife's eye. Although I did not find any facts there.

Again Ditya spread his gaze around, looking for a piece of evidence for his conjecture. Wish only his fear.

“Ko ...” reset Frolline, seeing her husband out of focus.

“Yes, Dear Schatzi. What's up?”

“What shops are there? Frolline looked at her husband before finally screaming in panic.

“Jeez Ko, what happened?” asked Frolline, cupping her husband's face with both hands. “This what? Who did Koko fight with?” ask Frolline again.

“This? It's okay.” Ditya also rubbed the soft corners of his torn lips.

Get up immediately, and rush out of the room. Frolline left without saying.

“Fro, where are you going?” ask Ditya wonder.

“Sit there! Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back,” Frolline said, pointing her index finger.

Before long, he had already returned with a towel and ice cubes along with the medicine box. Throwing a body next to her husband.

“Open your shirt! Really smelled of salted fish!” namel Frolline. The pain disappeared when he saw the terrible condition of Ditya. There are torn and swollen wounds around the temples.

Both hands had already pulled off the clothes on her husband. Throwing him roughly onto the room floor, leaving the burly body bare-chested. “Coko is not much different from salted fish,” grumbled Frolline, The focus is on the handsome face of Ditya. Swiping the ice cubes wrapped in a small towel in the thin blue Ditya temple.

“Like a child only! Fighting toys!” Frolline's lips incessantly grumbled.

“Ouch! It hurts, honey. Can you slow down, will you?” pinta Ditya, frowned as his wife violently rubbed the swelling on her face.

“What pain? Koko hit the punch earlier did not ask your opponent to hit softly!" grouse Frolline.

"It wasn't destroyed like this, was it? It's soft! What did you guys snatch?” ask Frolline. He knew clearly what was happening, when he came out earlier, he saw for himself Marisa was treating Firstan's wounds.

"Okay, hon. Wipe it softly," complained Ditya as Frolline pressed his wound hard and heartless.

“Coko did not snatch. Koko is defending Koko's. First who snatch!” ditya continued, still holding the pain when Frolline rubbed the ointment on the corner of his lips.

Smiling as his wife's soft handkerchief hit his face, Ditya chose to grab onto Frolline's waist and hugged her tightly. Staring at his wife and passing every curve of a beautiful face that already belongs to him, he right.

“If I don't trust you, don't you give that little devil a chance to get in our relationship. Hopefully, you still look after your loyal, with the rest of my heart that I haven't even managed to have.” Ditya.

“Fro ... you ...” Ditya framed his wife's face with both hands. Wishing to convey his feelings only through the eyes. Want to indulge his jealousy, but ashamed of the age and trust previously given to the wife.

Frolline shook her head. “Nothing happened between me and First. Even since stepping on my feet here, I haven't chatted with him at all. I promised you, Ko.” Frolline explained without being asked. He understood Ditya was waiting for his statement.

The hand that had cupped his face, changed to embrace his wife's body. They were so tight they both had trouble breathing.

“Ko, don't be like this,” pinta Frolline, patting her husband's naked back.

“Thanks, Mistress Ditya.”

The successive kisses on Frolline's face, made the woman in the knee-length satin nightgown chuckle with foresight.

Once a jolt the two had rolled into the middle of the bed. Still holding each other, Ditya opened his voice.

“Fro, mommy asks us back to the penthouse and takes over the company. What say?” ask Ditya. The man was enjoying the body of the wife who was sticking spoiled on her bare chest.

“Then what about your matchmaking, Ko? Is daddy willing to give up?” asked Frolline, tickling her husband's breastplate with the index end.

Ditya. “Atau ... em .. do I marry you, yes?” seductive Ditya, deliberately waiting for the reaction of the wife.

Hearing that, Frolline directly overstretched Ditya's body. Sitting on the stomach of a naked toast, she then blocked her husband's hands and locked them over his head.

“Ouwhh, Mistress. You have dared to harass me!” ditya said smilingly to find an unusual response. The man resigned, lying on the bed, waiting for punishment from his wife.

“Say once again, who will Koko marry?” pinta Frolline with a sullen face.

Ditya's laughter broke when she saw that jealousy was real in his wife's bead. “Tell first what the punishment is, then Koko will answer!” Ditya fishing back.

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TB