Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 80: The Investigation

“I approve our wedding!” firmly Ditya, shortly after the girl with the short haircut was sitting sweetly. A five-star restaurant in the city center became the place Ditya chose to seriously discuss the continuation of their arranged marriage that had been arranged by their second family in advance. Even before the two human children were born into the world.

Ditya's voice sounded so loud and loud. The man believes that at this time the people who paid his daddy to follow his movements will immediately report this good news to Halim Hadinata.

Of course Sandra was surprised. Since Halim Group's birthday show, she has never been in contact with Ditya. He thought, everything had gone smoothly and according to the plan of the man his self-styled fiancee.

Ditya's resignation from Halim Group, just answer everything. There is no need to overturn the engagement, but it is enough to answer everything. Ditya's rebellion in this elegant way shows the qualities of a descendant of Halim Hadinata.

“What do you mean?”

“My Daddy is sick and I can't fight him anymore.” Ditya reveals all his problems.

“You don't joke, Honey! I'm not gonna approve. I even plan to return to America in the near future,” protest Sandra.

“If that's what you want, just try talking to your papi. I can't do anything.” Ditya. Both of his shoulders were raised in despair.

“If there is no other way, forced I will marry you.” Ditya.

Sandra Wangsa, the girl again snorted in annoyance. Previously, he thought it was quite quiet and let Ditya move and he just enjoyed the results. But Ditya's speech made him have to play a part in brainwashing, thwarting their matchmaking which will soon reach the stage of marriage.

“How, Dear? You agree?” tanya Ditya smiled cunningly. He can catch Sandra's rage. It was seen the girl sitting restlessly, squeezing a white napkin on the table.

Sandra shakes. “I can't marry you.”

Ditya.

“What my lack. Handsome, established, charming. Try you check, how many girls out there want to marry me, become Lady Ditya Halim Hadinata,” said the man who is also famous among crazy rich by the name Ditya Lim.

“Don't be crazy. I already have a prospective husband,” cerocos girl with full name Sandra Wangsa or known by the name Sandra Wang.

“Ssttt! Don't talk out loud, San. I know what your heart is, but there's no need to say it out loud."

"I don't agree with your crazy idea!" Sandra still tried to resist.

“Then, just try talking to your papi. Who knows Om Wangsa could conquer Halim Hadinata. They are good friends.” Ditya gave advice.

Ditya looks relaxed, mix black coffee with sugar then stir slowly with a golden yellow spoon.

“I dare not. You know my papa how horrible. Coming home from the event, papi still got angry with me. Especially when you introduce your wife.” Sandra shuddered in horror at the thought of her father's anger a few days ago.

“Ya. If you don't dare to talk.” Ditya called the restaurant waiter, asking for a blank pen and paper.

While waiting, Sandra looks busy sipping avocado juice she ordered. Stir slowly so that the melted chocolate milk in the glass mixes well and sips it back.

Write on white paper with a pen that has just been lent from the servant. Ditya was seen thrusting the results of his pen stroke in front of Sandra.

The girl's eyes almost jumped out while reading what was written.

Let's pretend to be married. Three months later, we declared that we had agreed to divorce!

“Don't be crazy, Honey!” nagging Sandra, glaring.

“Stttt! Don't talk out loud. Behind us there are daddy guys. I can't even talk to you, afraid my words can be heard.”

“Serious?” ask Sandar, spreading his gaze around.

“Pura-pretend not to know. Just be ordinary. They're just spying on me. Not to harm us.”

“How can you live like this, Honey?” sandra asked, barely believing.

Ditya smiled cynically. “Try me you think for yourself. Do you think there is a woman who can accompany me, be my wife with all these escorts. You want to live like this?” ask Ditya.

Sandra shakes.

“How?” whispered Ditya again, pointing at the white paper he had just crossed back.

“I thought again,” says Sandra.

“If you agree, I will press daddy so that the marriage of these abal-abal is held in a closed manner, without anyone else knowing. And I'm going to forge a marriage certificate.” Dita whispered softly.

“You mean?” ask Sandra.

“I will make a fake marriage certificate and go back to Surabaya. We just show the marriage certificate to daddy and say we're married. How?” tawar Ditya's.

“Then?” Sandra still doesn't understand.

“Then, we tell daddy after three months, if we agree to divorce.”

Sandra shakes. “You know, your idea is too risky. If it gets discovered, I will definitely be forced to marry you for real. I don't want.”

“Indeed you think I want to. I love my wife!” sternly Ditya, whispering. The smiles of the two were engraved together.

“Life is actually simple. People like our parents who make it complicated,” said Ditya quietly.

“I'll think of your idea, Honey, I'll let you know later.” Sandra was ready to stand up and leave the table.

“Wait, hug me for a minute.” Pinta Ditya, grabbed her arm and stopped Sandra's steps.

“What the fuck is this?” asked Sandra frowned.

“Those people need proof to hand over to my daddy.” Ditya got up from her seat, previously had time to squeeze the rough paper containing her handwriting and keep it in the pocket of her pants.

With sure steps, the handsome man in his work suit walked up to Sandra and hugged the girl tightly.

“Five minutes, just enjoy my shoulder!” whispered Ditya quietly.

“Before I got fed up with all this,” continued Ditya, still hugging the friendly Sandra.

“Your perfume makes me nauseous, San,” said Ditya.

"What'sthis? Why does it smell like this." Ditya hurriedly shut his mouth, restraining the turmoil within his stomach.

Not five minutes later, the man ran to the toilet, without excuse. Keep a big question mark in Sandra's brain, what happened.

“Any? This feeling of perfume that I used to use” Sandra walked away, leaving Ditya without saying goodbye. Just had time to throw a smile at Matt, the loyal assistant Ditya Halim Hadinata.

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“Bos, what happened? Why is your face so pale?” ask Matt to panic. The assistant went into the toilet, following the employer.

“I don't know, suddenly nauseous after smelling the perfume Sandra.” Ditya massaged his temple. Tired after spitting all of his stomach contents into the sink.

“Bos ate wrong? Or not breakfast?” ask Matt again.

“My wife is so amazing. Where might let me go on an empty stomach. I just ordered black coffee. There should be no problem with my stomach.” Ditya rubbed his stomach.

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TB