Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 87: Chaos in the morning

A wisp of sunlight peered timidly from the crevice of the ivory-white curtains dangling from the ceiling of the room. Behind the glass window, a yellowish tinge looks beautiful on the eastern horizon, circling to decorate the morning horizon. The reddish sparkle went away, the golden light was ready to pick up the day.

Small bubbles dance on the buds of the leaves of the clams, slowly evaporating, flying and disappearing. In the corner of the window, a strand of ivory betel poked out of the glass vase, looking beautiful. Yes, a few days stay at the hospital due to illness, Frolline spent time with her new hobby.

Interested in home decor, Ditya Halim Hadinata's wife chose a tropical concept for their living penthouse. Within a week, the residence has been transformed like a tropical forest in the middle of the city. Thus, Ditya commented the first time when returning home, found scattered ivory betel nut with various variants filled the corner of the house.

“This is really my home, dear?”

“Jeez, Schatzi!

“Oh my God!”

“Fro, what are you doing to my house?”

There were many more expressions of Ditya's surprise when he found many feminine touches in the corner of his house. The initial residence adjusted to single men, simple, contemporary, dynamic suddenly changed in one blink of an eye.

Not to mention palm trees, adenium and giant monstera sitting spoiled on the edge of the pool with jumbo-sized leg pots. This does not include other plants that can be found in the corner of a luxury penthouse with the initial concept of a modern greenhouse.

There was a noise coming from outside the room. Keep going! Of course Frolline was disturbed by unusual sounds. With the body still attached, hugging like a newlywed after completing his ritual, Frolline shifted away from the body of the husband who was as innocent as he was.

“Schatzi ... Where are you going?” Ditya's hoarse voice came out, after being interrupted by a small movement on the bed. His burly hand that had been clutching his wife's tiny body suddenly crashed just like that.

“It's noon, Ko. I have to make you breakfast.” Hurriedly got up, with a naked body, bent over to reach for her sexy nightgown that was lying on the floor because of Ditya's actions last night. Walk slowly to the bathroom.

Not until ten minutes, Frolline had come out with wet hair scattered, wrapped in a bathrobe.

“Ko, what do you want to have breakfast with this morning?” tanyanya while wiping her crown with a dry towel.

Instead of answering, Ditya instead blocked his wife's slender waist and dropped her back into bed.

“Aaaaahhh!” Frolline's screams suddenly, as his body was dazed, struck Ditya. Moved in the arms of a burly body, a second later the situation has turned around. Lying in the confines of two mighty arms that lock on the left and right sides of his body.

“Coko wants this breakfast, this morning, this time.” Ditya's clear eyes opened perfectly, looking at his wife with a seductive look, his long fingers tickled the exposed skin of Frolline's body. Starting from the neck level that is still wet increasingly down to the chest.

"Just Dinner, Ko.” Frolline whispered softly, refusing subtly.

“Coko wants breakfast, offered dinner. It's a long time, Fro. How many hours does Koko have to fast? Now I feel hungry.” Ditya blinked one eye, teasing the wife.

“I have to make you breakfast, after that I have to go to the office. There is a little problem in the project, it may have to be to the project as well, Ko.” Frolline explained the reason.

“Ah, now I just feel bad to have a working wife. Every want to be used, always have a reason that makes Koko not warty,” complained Ditya. However, his hands did not stop trying. Creeping and infiltrating behind the bathrobe, squeezing the twins who since last night had been devoured until bluish bruises.

“Later tonight .. I .. will wear a sexier dress, Ko. I promise ... now .. Let me make you breakfast, yes,” pinta Frolline stamped. Ditya's nosy fingers make it hard to speak. Mute tongue, resisting sigh. Frolline knew that once the sigh slid out, Ditya would never let it go again.

“There's mommy. I'm not good, if you get up late, Ko.” Frolline again threw out an excuse, pulling out the naughty hands that cupped and squeezed hers.

“Simple cooks only, Fro. Since yesterday, my hull has been in trouble, Honey.” Ditya spoke softly, releasing his wife from her confinement.

“Yes, Ko. If it still hurts, do we go to the doctor,” said Frolline, standing by the bed, tidying up the messy bathrobe again. The back of the hand had landed quietly on Ditya's forehead, ensuring her husband's body temperature was normal.

“The temperature is normal, not hot,” whispered Frolline, walking towards the walk in closet.

“We leave for the office together today.” Ditya said slowly. He was drowsy, lying on his back staring at the ceiling of the room.

“I might want to project first, Ko,” Frolline said, half yelling from inside walk in closet. I was busy getting dressed

“What problems are there in the project, Fro?” ask Ditya. Lie down with both hands bent holding back the back of the head.

“According to First, there are those that do not fit the picture, Ko. I haven't checked it.”

Hearing First's name, Ditya woke up from her sleeping position. “You are not ...”

“No Ko. I know where I am,” cut Frolline, busy buttoning his work shirt. Walk towards the dressing table, sit sweetly and start drying her blonde hair with a hairdryer.

“You're serious about your words just now?” Ditya had suddenly been standing behind Frolline, still bare-chested, wearing only her sleeping boxer. He put his hands on his shoulders wrapped in a floral chiffon shirt.

“Ya, Ko.” Not only answering, Frolline sent a definite answer through the eyes reflected on the dresser mirror.

“Danke.” Half bent, Ditya dipped Frolline's cheeks.

“Here I help dry it,” said Ditya, without waiting for a response, the man had grabbed the hairdryer with a smile endlessly adorning his handsome face.

***

Frolline stepped out of her room, still carrying her handbag and placing it on the table before heading to the kitchen. The legs of Ditya's mistress Halim Hadinata froze on the spot, when she found her home kitchen in ruins, falling apart overnight.

Matt was sitting on the floor clutching a stone thread. Right in front of him was a torn full of half-destroyed cayenne pepper. The assistant looked at Frolline with his face pensive. On the other hand, Zoe's assistant wearing her black and white apron was preparing green vegetables in front of the island table. There are some petai boards and jengkol also add to the crowd there.

“Yes God, what happened?” great-grandson Frolline in shock. A moment later, the woman shouted.

“KOKO!!” the screams of Frolline sounded so loud. I wanted to cry to see the destruction before his eyes.

“KOKO! You see your man is making a mess in my kitchen.” She screamed again, turned to her room, ready to complain to her husband.

“Coko! Wake up now? Drag your men from my kitchen!”

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TB