Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 83: Trust

“I don't want to, Ko.” Frolline steadfastly refused.

His tone sounded spoiled seductive, flowing with the whirring of the scorching summer breeze. The knot of the hand on Ditya's neck was getting hardened, warm and so possessive.

“Why can't?” ditya fishing line. Giving distance after successfully breaking the hand winding on his neck.

“I don't want to. Although pretending, surely Daddy thinks for real. You will share a room later in Surabaya. Then ... then ..” Frolline was ashamed of himself imagining what would happen next.

“Then your husband will sleep alone with his fake wife, share the bed, then what should happen. So?” Ditya continued the sentence that should. Rebellious beautiful face full of the hue of indulgence was snorting annoyed and disappointed.

“Ko, don't talk like that!” frolline protest.

“I've finished this story with a bloody wound. I don't want to repeat the same pain.”

“When I got word, Sister Angella was pregnant, my world was destroyed. Especially when it knows that the impregnating is First, the man of my own. I don't want to repeat ...” The tone of the voice sounded slicing, stinging and trembling.

“Now still hurts?” ask Ditya suddenly. Switching topics of conversation.

Those pitch-black eyes were fixed at a single point. Ditya's focus leads to a face that hides an image. The wound was still visible, the pain was still obvious and obvious. No matter how much love he offered to Frolline, the trauma was still unfolding.

His mistake used to not take all this into account. He should have healed the wound slowly, only to have this girl step into his life.

Marrying him without love in the midst of a still gaping wound. Wound left First, wound left by both parents, wound left by his only brother. This does not include the wound that is still hidden Ditya, if in reality Frolline is not a descendant Gunawan .

Not only that, enter the Halim family which is full of rules and imagery. Where to smile when the heart is crying. It is necessary to be happy when the heart is sliced. There is an adab and a courtesy that is strictly upheld. There are crazy parents who respect for big names and good names in the public.

Make Ditya this a regular thing. Since childhood he had grown up in this neighborhood, but not for Frolline. The girl had to learn from the beginning. In the midst of demands that are not in line with the time given to learn. He was forced to have to now, without being able to wait for tomorrow.

Frolline nodded. “Slightly. I have you, Ko. I have you now.” Frolline answered honestly.

“Not crying anymore. The world is perfect when you only see it in terms of beauty, but it will be a dream when you only focus on the wound.” Ditya clasped the hand of Frolline squeezing each other withstood the turbulent feeling, enduring the pain that sliced through the wound.

“For ever life it will be like this. There was a smile, but God filled it with tears. Since the beginning of life is so, nothing has changed since Adam met Eve.”

Frolline raised her gaze.

“Smile for me now, Fro,” whispered Ditya was still in his kneeling position.

Both corners of the lips are pulled upwards. That sad face slowly turned bright. The wound melted suddenly, swept away by the wind. Ditya's hand, which had been grasping, moved to wipe the small chin taper Frolline, before finally the lips approached and swept thin red lips of his wife.

“From now on, just see the beauty of the world. These two hands of Koko will sweep your wounds, wipe away your tears. When all that bitterness comes accidentally, trust Koko. You still have a real holding place other than God.” Ditya is soothing with a row of sentences that calm the heart.

Frolline nodded.

“Life is not easy, Fro. More difficult than mathematics, more complicated than physics. Life is not clear. Solving every problem is not like the theory you get in school.”

“Maybe there are things to be accomplished beyond common sense. Koko needs nothing from you, Fro. It just takes a smile, support and trust. That's enough,” continued Ditya.

“You believe in Koko, right?” tanya Ditya. The man smiled waiting for an answer.

A nod accompanied by a sweet smile, ushered the man at the gate of supreme confidence.

“You know Fro, after marriage Koko just found out. The household was not as beautiful as Koko had imagined. Beautiful only when night comes. That's if you let Koko touch you. Beautiful only when we share the feeling on the bed.” Ditya gave a great chuckle with Frolline harrumphed in embarrassment.

Don't ask where Matt is. The assistant was eavesdropping and peeping. Shudder in horror when he heard the expression of the employer who said the household was not as beautiful as imagined. His true intentions were a step back when digesting Ditya's sentence.

“The struggle is so difficult. Passing through the obstacles that were deliberately installed daddy-in-law's father. Especially if I get married to Ran-Ran.” The man thought of retreating. However, when imagining Ran-Ran's sweet face, Aa Teo's spirit flared up again.

Matt flinched from his daydreams when Ditya's voice called out to him.

“Matt! What are you doing there?” asked Ditya with a fiery look.

“Sorry Boss, I dare not disturb.” Matt hurriedly approached, handing over a bag of fruit.

“Not spicy, right?” ask Ditya again.

“No Boss.”

“You can go. Call Zoe, my wife will come home with me today,” Ditya said again.

“Ko .. I still have work in the office. I can't wait here,” reject Frolline, looking at Matt's back disappearing behind the door.

“Choven company today. Koko's body really doesn't taste good.” Ditya.

Frolline was opening the contents of the package that Matt had been offering just now. Goggled when looking at fresh fruits that have been cut arranged in a mica box.

“Ko, are you okay?” Frolline shuddered at the young mango pieces and the pale yellow young pineapple inhabiting the first row of mica boxes. Followed by jicama and cucumbers.

“Yes, I don't know why my tongue feels nothing. Ask to be fed fresh sour food.” Dita answered casually. The man who had not been willing to fill his stomach with any food, immediately stabbed the young mango with a fork and put it in his mouth.

“Not sour, Ko?” ask Frolline, swallow the saliva.

“No, this makes my tongue feel. Want to try?” tawar Ditya's.

“No. Thanks.” Once again the Frolline frowned and swallowed the saliva that suddenly gathered in the mouth.

***

Waiting for her husband to finish the job, Frolline sat down and checked his work through an email sent by his secretary. The spoiled girl who used to know nothing, since marrying Ditya was introduced to a different world. Frolline became a woman with a career, became a wife who made breakfast and dinner when she came home from work, even became a partner to make love at nightfall.

Together with Ditya, Frolline welcomes a new world that has not been known before. Drastic achievement in the blink of an eye. We should be thankful or complaining, but the presence of Ditya in our lives is a wonderful gift from God.

Ditya and Frolline had just gotten off the car Han was driving. Matt seemed to be tailing behind, preparing to accompany his two employers to the private elevator that would take the couple to their residence.

“Fro, make me a salad later, yes.” Ditya asked spoiledly. Walking, hand in hand with the mesra. Matt hurriedly pulled out his access card to open the elevator door.

His third step came to a halt as the soft voice of a woman called out from behind.

“Ko ..”

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TB