Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 8. Call him Om

Two metalic black sedan cars with three-star logos go hand in hand breaking down the streets of the capital. The two cars were headed south of Jakarta, precisely to one of the luxury housing complexes there.

He deliberately used a private driver and brought an assistant and two bodyguards when visiting his brother's house. He does not want to be caught the daddy roaming around without an escort and will eventually affect the brother.

Not that Ditya did not know, even though he had crossed Marisa from the list of heirs, but his daddy still asked people to watch over his sister's family.

The car stopped right in a white mansion with towering pillars. The courtyard is also spacious, complete with a swimming pool on the left side of the house.

Luxurious and comfortable, that's the impression that can be captured from the magnificent building of classic European style. Although Marisa house cannot be compared with Halim palace which stands on a large land complete with golf courses, artificial lakes, outdoor and indoor swimming pools. Not to mention the building that covers thousands of square meters is equipped with an elevator and helipad.

However, Halim's mansion is only inhabited by Daddy and Mommy. Ditya chose to live in his apartment which is no less luxurious equipped with a private pool and private elevator. While Marisa, since marriage displaced from the court of Halim. Until this moment never set foot back there.

Ditya's car stopped at her sister's mansion's courtyard. Among the cars parked there, his eyes were fixed on a car that was still tied with blue ribbons.

“Ditya!” pekik Marisa, welcome the arrival of her sister.

“When it comes, Brother?” tanya Ditya pointed at the blue-ribboned black sedan car.

“Bad kid! I've said it over and over again don't send gifts,” complained Marisa, patting her sister's shoulder.

“That's for Sister-in-law, not for you, Brother,” said Ditya, waltzing into the house.

Matt and the bodyguards understood enough, they waited in the car until they got instructions. Ditya did not like his movements to be followed.

When he entered the living room, his gaze was fixed on the sweet figure who was frowning, joking with his mother. The world stopped instantly, almost a month they had not met. Frolline was much better than their last meeting.

“He looks changed. No more crying,” Inner Ditya.

With a certain step, Ditya approached Frolline who was talking to the parents. The girl was becoming moons, because she was left alone. Firstan and Angella are married.

“Ah, Mom. I don't want to work, just look for a rich husband and I can buy anything, ” Frolline said when asked to enter her papa company.

Marisa laughs. “Ah, my daughter is smart now,” her mouth pats the head of Frolline.

“That's because you spoil her every time, Risa. He's a slacker now,” complains Mrs Gunawan, Mama Frolline.

“Because left him. We must really keep it, so as not to fall into the wrong hands,” continued Papi Firstan.

“Papi, I feel like my only daughter,” Frolline said.

“I don't want to get married now. I want to take a walk around the world,” continued Frolline, again laughing.

Ditya stood sculpting. Since then, he has been silent watching. Smiling occasionally as Frolline said something, until her brother resuscitated her.

“Ditya, let's join here. My daughter is on stand up comedy,” said Marisa, pulling her sister to sit by her side.

He said, saying hello one by one who sat there first, including Papa and Mama Frolline.

“Ditya!” call Frolline when she realizes the man she once knew a month ago is sitting in front of her.

“To where? Why just show up now?” tanya Frolline looks ordinary.

“I'm doing a lot of work.” Ditya answered briefly, occasionally throwing a smile.

“You should call him Om, Fro!” marisa said, protesting by the way Frolline called her sister.

“She's my only sister,” explains Marisa again.

Frolline looks from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. Long stared until Ditya wronged his own behavior.

“Ah, she's too young, Mommy. I don't want to call him Om!” reject Frolline finally.

From the direction of the kitchen appeared Angella and Firstan joined in. Back Marisa reminded her son and daughter-in-law to greet her sister.

“Om!” greet Angella and Firstan together.

If Angella is friendly, different from Firstan who is not friendly. He still clearly remembered their quarrel a month ago. Were it not for her mother, she would have thought again to acknowledge Ditya as her Om.

“Thank you for the gift, Om,” said Angella who remembered that Ditya had given her and Firstan the wedding gift of a mansion in the same housing as her in-laws.

Ditya smiled and nodded.

***

The dinner was a warm one, with Frolline as the main star. Because from beginning to end, he was the only one who chattered nonstop.

As for Ditya, the man was most silent himself. Not talking or engaging in conversation. Only listen, occasionally answer when asked.

But without anyone realizing, from the beginning his attention was only focused on one point, namely Frolline. Although there was no conversation at all with the girl who stole his attention.

After dinner, Ditya was seen approaching Papa Frolline who was sitting alone in the living room.

“Night, Om,” said, trying to open the conversation, come sit next to Gunawan.

“Oh, please. Not joining others?” ask Gunawan. His gaze was fixed on the owner of the house, his wife, daughter and daughter-in-law who were talking in the family room.

“No, I don't really like the crowd,” said to Ditya briefly, occasionally glancing towards Frolline who was spreading laughter in the next room.

“Emm ... how about the property business lately, Om?” ask Ditya suddenly.

Since then he turned his brain to open a conversation with Papa Frolline. In addition to filling the saturation, he also felt the need to get to know more closely the family of the girl he liked.

Luckily, Matt had already collected data on the Frolline family, so he was not confused when faced with an awkward situation like this.

“Business property is sluggish. Far compared to last year,” explained Gunawan.

“You yourself are working in what field?” ask Gunawan.

“I work in pharmaceutical company, supplements, nutrition, etc.,” said Ditya, not too explain his status. It is likely that her brother, Marisa will also not use the big name Halim Hadinata, considering that Marisa has been expelled since she married her brother-in-law.

The two engage in a serious conversation, until Marisa calls him to speak together.

***

“Ditya, how is Mommy?” ask Marisa. After a long long longing, this question finally appeared on his lips.

“Mommy good. Why not go home, try to make peace with Daddy and Mommy?” ask Ditya. They were standing next to the pool. A more private place to discuss their family matters.

“If Daddy, I still see him on television a lot, but Mommy, never shows up at all,” said Marisa teary-eyed.

“Go home, Brother. They must miss you too. Poor of your son, he also has the right to enjoy the wealth of Halim Hadinata,” said Ditya.

“I also have almost two months not returned to Surabaya,” story Ditya.

“How about you? You have no plans to get married?” marisa asked suddenly, shifting the subject.

***

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