Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 86: Don't trust anyone

Nervous, panicked and embarrassed it collaborated, creating a stupor of red blush on Frolline's pretty face. How not? Standing up against her almost naked body. It's so embarrassing.

Sculpting, his mind was empty, as the netra clashed with the mama-in-law. It took me a few seconds to realize his condition was truly unsightly.

Hurriedly pull down a thin evening dress that is firmly attached to the body. It's cold! Of course, the dress was unable to provide warmth. As Ditya said, the dress was created not to cover but to lure her man to give her warmth willingly.

Frolline was still trying to cover her smooth thighs which were perfectly exposed in the rest of her confidence. But unfortunately a thousand dear, the thighs are tightly closed, the chest area is instead open. The twins almost jumped out, complete with the twin tops clearly imprinted in a thin satin dress.

“I shouldn't obey Koko.” Grunting in annoyance, Frolline nearly broke the charcoal. Can't do anything. The pretty face was blushing, enduring the embarrassment and annoyance at the same time. Turn around and bow.

The mother-in-law was still staring with her mouth open, the woman's tongue was muddy when she realized that she had entered her son's room with a status that was no longer the same. A few months ago, Ditya was single. As a mother, of course, have the freedom to go in and out of his favorite son's room without permission.

It is not uncommon to share a bed together, spend the night sharing stories. Because they were just the two of them, before the sweet girl named Frolline stole inside Ditya's heart and life.

All so different story, now Ditya has tied himself to the girl of his choice. Making love an excuse. The situation has really changed. And my mother realized too late. Too used to their previous lives.

“Sorry, mom forgot.”

With a smile, Ditya immediately stood up, grabbing the used shirt that had been thrown into the dirty laundry basket, following his wife.

“Sorry Fro, I didn't know mama was going in.” Ditya said softly, while covering his wife's body with a work shirt.

Just a sour look, Frolline tightly closed her lips.

“Don't be shy, mama won't be angry,” continued Ditya, pairing buttons on his white shirt.

“Cute me. Better than hiding. Even my mom can be more open than this. Don't be ashamed, you're my wife. Just be honest, honey. Suppose we do more than this, it should be a shameful mother. This is your bedroom, our room, our privacy, Schatzi,” whispered Ditya quietly, linking his fingers to his wife's lentic fingers.

Hand in hand, Ditya brought his wife along. The thighs were still open, but better than before. Hesitatingly, Frolline sat on the bed.

“Fro, mama gave you all this.” Ditya opened his voice, trying to eliminate the awkwardness between the son-in-law and the in-laws. Grab a box of jewelry, open it and show it.

“This ... for what?” ask Frolline. Had been surprised to see expensive jewelry that is said to be intended for him.

“For you, for whom else?” Mama Ditya answered casually. The woman had already taken a comfortable position, sitting cross-legged on her son's soft bed, forgetting what she had seen earlier.

“Ko ...” call Frolline, floating.

“Suach to you. You have the right to accept or reject.” He threw himself on the bed. Spoiled, putting his head on his thigh exposed his wife unabashedly. Make it a pillow, without excuse.

“I never use jewelry, Ko. You know that, right.” Half-rejected, Frolline lowered her head.

“Ma, my wife refused. Please save back.”

“Not a problem. I can give it to my other daughter-in-law.” The mother smiled cunningly.

“T-wait! You mean ... Which daughter-in-law is again?” cerocos Ditya's. Holding the hand of the mother who was rearranging blue velvet-lined jewelry boxes.

“How many boys are there?”

“Only me!” Ditya pointed the index finger at himself.

“Then what else do you want to ask. You already know the answer, right?”

“Take all Fro! Don't leave. For all of you.” Ditya took the boxes. With the eye-splitting code, ask his wife to save it into the closet.

“There again? You don't cheat!” ask Ditya.

“Why again? You want to rob everything?” asked the mama chuckled when she saw Ditya's attitude just now.

“If it's still there, I'll take it all, Ma. Until there is no silence, so there is nothing more you can share for your other future daughter-in-law.” Ditya chuckled, as the tail of his eyes found a jealous wrath on his wife's face.

“If you're poor, I'm sure no one wants to be your daughter-in-law.” Ditya.

“Where are you from? She may be my daddy, but she's definitely not your.” husband Ditya.

“Lazy arguing with you, Ko! Mama wants to sleep first.” The woman had already slid down from the bed. Just stepped up, but turned back.

“Ko, new mom arrived in Indonesia .. still jet lag.”

“Then?”

“You ... play not too noisy, mama does not want to be disturbed!” Laughter came out from the glowing red lip. Look at his son and daughter-in-law in turn. Satirize more precisely. Again chuckling, as the timid hue of the daughter-in-law's face reappeared.

“Badness!!” A feathery goose pillow landed on Ditya's mama's back. The sharp throw from the crown prince of Halim was able to stop the footsteps of the middle-aged woman who was about to arrive at the doorstep.

“Make the old man a great grandson. So that his mouth can stop blabbing. Mama's tired of being blamed every day."

The door shut, the silent chant greeted back. Left behind Ditya and Frolline looked at each other, throwing a question through the eyes.

“Mama is like that. Don't be surprised, Fro. My mother is from the ordinary, different from mommy.” Ditya threw down one by one a jewelry box that his wife had not had time to save. Letting those expensive jewels inhabit the room floor.

“Mama ... how can I marry daddy?” Frolline asked. From the beginning, Frolline kept asking a lot of questions about her mother-in-law.

“Purchased daddy to give birth to me,” said Ditya, lip biting.

The eyeballs that had dimmed, rounded suddenly. Frolline could hardly believe what she was hearing. His answer was too heavy for his brain to digest. It was so easy for Ditya to answer, as if it were a normal thing.

“Are they not married?” Tanya was back.

Ditya. “Who knows? Only daddy, mommy and mama know.” The bare-chested man pulled his body back.

“Koko .. recorded as the biological son of daddy and mommy. Not mama. No one knows my mom. Even when koko is outside, koko is not allowed to call her mama.”

Frolline covered her mouth with both hands. She really doesn't know much about her husband.

“If it's out there, we're like good friends. We chatted without mother and son. So do not be surprised if we chat unlike parents and children in general.” Ditya.

Frolline nodded.

“Mama married daddy when she was 17. At 18 years old, I was born. After that, we moved to Germany until now.”

“Mama never returned to Indonesia?”

Ditya. “Since marriage until now, just this mom set foot back to Indonesia.”

“How can it?”

“That's his life choice, Fro.”

“Mama does look careless, at will but she is more sincere than mommy. Marrying me, you entered into a life full of drama. My family ...not like most families. What you see is good, not necessarily good. What you see is evil, not necessarily evil.”

Frolline looked at Ditya with a questionable look.

“Do not easily trust 100% on anyone, that appearance can be deceiving. People's hearts no one knows, Fro.”

Frolline was still digesting all of Ditya's sentences, scrutinizing the warmly handsome facial lines.

"Just believe in Koko, Fro. Koko never messes with Koko's feelings and love for you. Koko is actually free to choose whichever woman Koko wants. Koko can sleep with any woman without dizzy thinking about status, but Koko chooses to bind herself to you. With the risks that Koko knows clearly, it is not easy when choosing to be with you. Not easy for you, not for Koko." The closed eyes silently linked his fingers to his wife's fingers.

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TB