Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 82: I don't want to, Ko

The deck was getting tighter, the embrace was getting warmer. The frown that was decorating Frolline's face slowly evaporated swept away the baby. The jealousy that had just been printed was clear, slowly fading away. A smile as bright as the horizon, as beautiful as a reanglala engraved on the beautiful face of a woman in a light blue work suit.

The golden blonde hair was beautifully scattered, waving in the breeze of the dry season. Ditya can smell a refreshing aroma like opium. Unlike the perfume that fills his sense of smell throughout the day.

Putting her face down, enjoying it more deeply. “Fro, there are a lot of my misses for you today.” Ditya threw those beautiful words so smoothly. Seduce, seduce hoping to tear down the soul of the woman.

“Don't be angry anymore. No woman, yesterday, today or tomorrow. Only you, only you, always you.” Ditya unraveled word for word with a deep and heavy breath.

The kiss was anchored incessantly on the shoulders and the cheeks blushed by the heat.

His face dimmed a few minutes ago, now it was shining brightly. Frolline turned his body preparing to launch an attack.

“Why did Koko trick me?” asked Frolline, the annoyed remains were still visible on that clear eye bead.

“Surprise!” Ditya pulled Frolline and let his wife sit in a chair that had been arranged Matt.

Only a simple lunch on the rooftop but the view is amazingly beautiful commensurate with the sun's sting that remains through the blue umbrella where they shelter.

One third of Jakarta is visible from the four corners. As far as the eye can see, skyscrapers are without obstructions. One of the highest peaks in the city center, where they stand now really shows how great the metropolis is during the day.

“I want to see for myself how my wife when jealous.” Ditya bluntly.

“Sweet once,” connect Ditya, come sit across. Not far from their desk now, parked Halim Group helicopter which is used by its owner in times of emergency. Yes, this rooftop also comes with a helipad.

“Koko made me run across from the north to downtown just for the sake of jealousy and this lunch?” Upset in happy clothes. Frolline was not actually angry after seeing Ditya's honesty.

“For the sake of Koko, Fro,” erratized Ditya, thrusting a bouquet of red roses with a smile.

The view turned to his wife's favorite food that had been served on the table.

“Spend your lunch, Fro.” Ditya filled a side dish covering white rice on his wife's plate, then opened the cover of a bottle of mineral water so that Frolline did not have to bother.

“How do you work?” tanyakanya. Ditya chose to lean back looking at the woman who filled her mouth full of rice and side dishes.

“There is a little problem in the project, Ko. I don't really understand electronics. Koko's job really overwhelmed me. Absolutely not my field,” complained Frolline.

Putting a spoonful of food into her mouth, Frolline enjoyed lunch with her husband.

“Here is also not my field, Fro. Koko is still learning, too, darling.” I smiled a warm smile, trying to cheer up.

“Coko does not eat?” ask Frolline wonder.

Ditya. “Since morning Koko's stomach protests. Can't eat anything, just eat a piece of bread earlier. Nausea.”

“Why?” Frolline raised her gaze.

“I bribe?” haggle Frolline again.

“Little bit.” Ditya hurriedly opened his mouth. Happy to be happy, of course he is happy when he gets little attention from the woman he loves.

But Ditya's happiness didn't last long. Not even the food in his mouth was swallowed, his stomach churned again.

Running to the toilet, the man again spilled his stomach until unceremonious, so it feels pain piercing the heart.

“Ko, are you okay?” tanya Frolline. Worry is etched on her pretty face. How not, her husband suddenly ran without saying a word.

“Ko ..” Frolline entered the narrow toilet together, patting the burly back that bent towards the sink along with the tap water.

“Coko is fine?” reset Frolline.

“Yes, Koko is fine. There are only a few problems in the stomach,” said Ditya slowly. A little relieved after successfully spilling all of his stomach contents.

Still rubbing his wet face with a maroon-red handkerchief, the man shook his head.

“Coko just needs your hug.” Suddenly clinging tightly to Frolline's body and gently tucking her lips with that pink lisp without excuse. The man is looking for his spot.

Almost five minutes the two shared a taste, twisting each other's tongues. The breaths of the two hunted, with hands rubbing each other and clenching tightly. Frolline who was getting used to it, now never protested or hesitated every husband asked for more.

The intimacy was halted when Matt suddenly made a sound, then threw an apology after.

“Sorry Boss. I didn't know that ...” The assistant rushed away. Waiting in an invisible place. Squatting waiting for the master with a bag of fruit ordered by Ditya.

“Ko, Matt looking for you.” Frolline pushed her husband's burly body slowly.

“Leave it alone, indeed the task awaits. It always is."

"Nr ...."

"Yes, her job is waiting for me, honey. Don't you remember, our first night, Matt was waiting in front of the room with some bodyguard.” Ditya's words suddenly made Frolline shame.

“Must be like that?” ask him innocently.

“Not always, it's just that going forward you have to be ready if anyone follows you everywhere, other than Zoe of course."

“Means Koko?” ask Frolline.

“Cabinets. Come with Koko, let's talk outside, not in the toilet like this. Later people think Chairman Halim Group is doing pervert in the toilet."

"When the shareholders meeting, Koko can be the gossip material of the Commissioners.” Ditya clasped Frolline's hand and took her back to sit down.

“Daddy still hasn't approved you.” Ditya started the conversation after making sure his wife was sitting comfortably.

“Dan ... daddy still wants to continue Koko's matchmaking with Sandra,” continued Ditya again.

“Then, I have to how else so that daddy will accept me?” asked Frolline with resignation.

“Stay beside Koko, keep believing in Koko, keep hand-held Koko,” firmly Ditya.

Frolline let out a rough sigh. The scorching sun defeated the heat of his heart at this moment, especially when the word matchmaking was spoken again.

“If ... suppose .. daddy forced. Koko how?” Bravely asking, Frolline was already downcast with both hands squeezing each other on the lap.

Maybe it's time to be frank with the wife about her plan and Sandra. After seeing the face weld Frolline it would not be hearty if it had to cover everything and dig an old wound in the heart of Frolline which until now has not healed properly. After Firstan let her down, Ditya really wanted to take care of her. Ditya did not want to make the wound back gaping.

The handsome man was seen kneeling in front of the Frolline. Clutching the hand that had been squeezing and gripping him tightly.

“Fro ... Koko. will make a fake marriage certificate with Sandra. And ...”

“I don't want to, Ko,” reject Frolline with its potency.

"Real or pretend, I don't want Koko to get married again." Frolline clasped tightly around the neck of the husband kneeling before her.

Matt who sat on the floor with a bag of fruit in his hand just shook his head.

"Women are hard to guess. When we get closer he's away, when we get away he ties his neck so tightly, that it's hard to breathe.

"Hopefully Ran-Ran does not bother Aa Teo, enough daddy-in-law father only makes it difficult. Ask to be presented with red agate pomegranate which is bluish black. Where can your future son-in-law find it for you, dear father."

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TB