Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 84: Getting back to being yourself

“Ko ..”

Ditya turned around, his hand held on to his wife regardless when he found the owner of the soft voice calling out so sweetly. That longing paid off after a long time of not being able to hug the most important woman of his life.

The woman who made him choose Frolline as his wife. Inside the Frolline, Ditya saw the strong attitude of the mother, who was strong in the face of life. Who struggle to survive in the midst of solitude in the land of people.

The woman who guards her heart for one man, though never considered. Simple and motherly woman behind her favorite with branded goods and the latest fashion trends. Expensive powder and world-class perfume. That was his mother, the mother of a Ditya Halim Hadinata.

Ditya smiled, finding a voice that had been holding a bobby nina since childhood before sleeping her night. A soothing voice in a time of yearning for the figure of a daddy that he does not have, when other children can leave and go home to school picked up daddy, Ditya must be satisfied with the bodyguard and his assistant.

Mama's voice that had been hugged, without being able to admit to the world. Whether to be grateful or crying, when daddy says he has two mama.

“Mama ...” There was a day of sneaking around when he saw his mother standing in this place again. After 35 more years, her mother had to hide from the world, leaving Indonesia. For something he himself did not understand what it was for. What his mother pursued to be willing to sacrifice this much.

The mother and child's embrace was so tight, warm. For the first time, Frolline saw how spoiled the husband was when he was with his mother. Different attitude shown Ditya when with mommy or daddy. In the arms of her mother, Ditya looked like an ordinary person. Halim Hadinata's aura vanished, Frolline felt Ditya just like her.

The hug temporarily unraveled, Ditya turned around and grabbed the hand of the previously freed Frolline. Adoring a sweet girl who is now an important part of her life.

“Fro, this is mama.” Ditya still had time to show off a warm smile before bringing his wife closer, introducing the two important women in his life to each other.

Stuck in place, Frolline felt there was a different highlight that Mama Ditya showed. The sparkle was different from what mommy Ditya showed at their first meeting. There was no warm smile like a mother, nor was there any gentleness in the face that suddenly froze.

“Ma ..” Frolline ventured into greeting, smiling sincerely before hugging the body of the woman in a brown blazer suit and black pants.

Mama Ditya looks much younger than mommy. It is thought to be only a few years older than Marisa. Appearance is still contemporary, with blonde dyed hair beautifully.

The taper nails are pomegranate red-fisted with long, smooth fingers, like never touching kitchen utensils. And Frolline sure, routine maintenance.

His body shape is like a Spanish guitar without strings although the size is more jumbo than normal. There are no wrinkles on her beautiful face, either because it is covered in thick make-up or because of high-end treatments that are routinely undertaken.

“It's worth daddy choosing it. Mama is so beautiful. Even at the age of half a century, the remnants of that beauty still seem real.” Frolline satin, admiring the beauty of her mother-in-law.

“My daughter, huh?” ask her after the hug was over. More questions addressed to Ditya. It was clear from the glare of the eyes that led to the beloved son.

“Yes, Mom. She's prettier than her picture, right?” Ditya clutched tightly around Frolline's waist.

Mama Ditya nodded.

“Beauty yourself tonight, Ma.” Ditya barely recognized the graceful female figure in front of him.

Her mother's appearance was 180 degrees different than it was in Germany. Her mother looked ordinary and simple. Although still care and use branded goods. But now her mother is far different. Body language is also clearly visible.

The motherly and simple side of the mother vanished overnight. He barely blinked, watching from head to toe.

“Mama beautiful tonight.” Ditya praised again, before finally embracing the body of the mother with her remaining hands.

***

Entering the luxury penthouse with high-end facilities, Mama Ditya was flabbergasted by all the luxuries plastered in plain sight. His life in Germany was fulfilled, but not as luxurious as this.

The woman looked at Frolline, the girl Ditya recognized as his wife as a reflection of her while in Germany. Simple and what it is. The tail of his eyes cannot be separated from the movement of the son-in-law. Even he could see his son being able to indulge with his wife, the same indulgence he had when he was with her.

“Schatzi, don't forget to make me salad.” Ditya grabbed the waist of the wife who was walking towards the kitchen. Make that step stop. A warm hug from behind, Frolline could feel Ditya was anchoring his body to her.

“Yes, Ko. Follow your mom, I can be alone,” said Frolline, while tying her hair height.

Surprised, Ditya's mother was shocked when she heard Frolline calling Ditya. A rare call, when other girls can only call Ditya with Honey, Honey, Dear, Love or Babe, but Frolline calls in a different way.

“So loved her?” mama asked Ditya, shortly after her son helped remove the thick blazer attached to her body.

“Very.” Ditya answered briefly. Give the brown blazer to the owner.

“Drink?” tawar Ditya, walk towards the minibar. Grabbing his mother's favorite bottle of red wine, pour it over a 7 cm legged crystal glass.

“Only one, Ko?” The woman had already dropped her body on a high bar stool, which could swirl. Tuck the glass between her index and middle fingers. The fingers were so flattened, as if they were used to playing crystal glasses every day.

“My wife can nag if I drink again,Ma.” Ditya. The man chose ice water from the refrigerator and poured it into a tall glass.

“Hahaha .. You changed a lot, Ko.” Mama Ditya turned the chair around, directing it to the kitchen area, where her daughter-in-law was busy with a knife and cutting board.

Ditya residence is open, making all areas can be viewed from all sides.

“Daddy knows mama is back in Indonesia?” Ditya started the conversation.

“Sure. Mama couldn't have come back without your daddy's permission. Daddy who asked.” Sipping the red wine with the tip of her lips, the woman chuckled.

“You don't see who's controlling mama?”

Deg—

Ditya just realized, his mother was accompanied by Joe, his loyal assistant daddy.

“How can? Daddy not back to Surabaya?” ask Ditya.

“Yes, the old man just sent his assistant, Ko. He was waiting for his death to pick up in Surabaya.” Laughter mama Ditya so happy.

“Ma, why did mama change so much? I don't seem to recognize you, Ma.” Ditya frowned. Since the beginning of seeing his mother in the parking lot, Ditya has seen the change.

“You have topped the highest peak of Halim Group, of course, you can breathe a sigh of relief and be yourself mama. No need to pretend."

“I like the old you, Ma.”

“Hahahaha .. don't overdo it, Ko.”

“I'm serious, Ma.”

Mama Ditya raised her wine glass. “Congrats, Ko. Now you have everything. Mama is so happy. Mama's sacrifice was not in vain all this time.” Banging his legged glass on a glass filled with white water owned by his son.

“Until when is mama here?” ask Ditya again. There had been a lot of tanya sipping on his chest since earlier, needing answers and explanations.

“Your Daddy has allowed your mom to return to Indonesia, for what mom stays there. Mama also misses the terasi sambal and lalapan pete, Ko.” Sipping the remaining red wine in his crystal glass.

“Don't tell me mom will stay with me here?” Ditya stared intently at the mama who was smiling widely in front of him.

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TB