Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 88: Restu

“Coko!” A voice that is usually soft, seductive, flowing even occasionally sighs, currently sounds different. The aura of anger was clearly heard from his intonation and tone of speech.

Frolline treading tile layered parakeets, patterned Austin Oak with strides wide, work shirt paired with a black mini skirt looks waving, as if shaking pent emotions.

“Koko ...” The tone softened, standing with a face of wrath mixed with wrath right on the side of the bed. The regret became even more when he found Ditya still relaxing, enjoying his soft bed. Caught up, covered her body with just a boxer.

“Koko ... please take care of your assistant. They smashed everything,” Frolline's shootout, pulling one of Ditya's arms closest to her.

“What's up, Fro?” Ditya's hoarse voice rang out, answering Frolline's irritating whimper.

“Ko, Matt and Zoe, destroy the house! You gotta get up, Ko. I do not want my territory controlled by foreigners,” explained Frolline, while forcibly pulling Ditya's arm to immediately rise from his sleeping position.

“A minute, Fro.”

“Come, Ko. Hurry along! I can't wait anymore. Even Zoe dared to wear mine!” the scene is spoiled and unusual.

“Mine? Whatisit? How dare, Zoe!” Ditya jerked. Immediately got up, with no less wide strides, grasping his wife's hand, bringing Frolline out.

Still half awake, Ditya was not fully aware. His head was still throbbing, trying to adapt. Having just fallen asleep suddenly forced to wake up, the man needed time to adjust.

“Ko, you see for yourself. It!” Frolline pointed at Matt, who was hitting a swipe up the tear while grimacing. Repeatedly splashing the chili peppers hit into his eyes.

“Matt! Zoe! What are you guys doing here?” Ditya was wide open when he saw the two assistants who had changed professions, dirtying the kitchen which is usually neat shiny.

“You see, Ko. The apron .. I just bought it. Even new disposable, Ko.” Frolline pointed at Zoe.

“OUT!!” Ditya who began to understand the situation immediately acted. However, the man's orders turned out that no one had heard.

“Ma-sorry Boss, se .. now we can't ... hear you again.” Matt answered with a stern answer.

“What do you mean?” Ditya's eyeballs were almost out, rounded and in disbelief at what his assistant said.

“You heard it yourself, Ko. They have nothing to fear.” Frolline is heating up.

“Begini Boss. Now at this house there is a new boss, we can not keep on according to you.” Matt stood up with a clutch that he kept holding tightly.

“You mean?” Ditya.

“The boss is indeed my employer, but above the Boss there is still more powerful,” explained Matt, with an innocent look.

“What-what's this? Why did you stop?” Suddenly there was a soft voice full of firmness from behind. Both Ditya and Frolline immediately turned around.

“Mama ...” voice Ditya floating. Surprised to see his mother with a sexy look this early. The half-century-old woman walked leisurely in a black bikini showing the curves of a Spanish guitar without strings.

“Mam! Are you ok?” tanya Ditya could hardly believe what she saw. Didn't expect her mother to be this brave, in front of her daughter-in-law and assistant.

“Yes, Co. Mom wants to swim. Your gym room's locked, Matt can't open it. Mama thought, just swim. Mama's weight up 500 grams.” My mother complained.

“Oh my God, Mom. This is Indonesia, not Germany!” cerocos Ditya's. Squeezing his hair, holding back his annoyance with the behavior of his mother.

“See yourself. Not much different, Ko,” grunts mama Ditya still does not want to lose.

“Mam, I”m a man!” Ditya also stared at his naked body which was only wrapped in a sleeping boxer.

“You Overrated, Ko.” Mama Ditya sauntered into the kitchen with her sexy look, unraveled her wavy blonde hair and then swiped it back. Without any shame at all. In Germany, he is used to it.

“Matt, done with the paste?” ask Mama Ditya with a gurgling step. Checking the job of the assistant who was asked to help him.

The assistant stood down, not daring to stare at the magnificent look of the madam. However, this is the second Lady Halim Hadinata, acknowledged or not.

“Almost, Mistress.” Matt was just about to continue poking the champal, but Ditya had already given the order.

“Matt, Zoe, can you leave us? There's something I need to talk to my mom.”

“Dare to step in before you finish everything, you sure know where the door to hell is!” threaten mom Ditya.

Matt's footsteps stopped immediately when reminded of hell, which means that he denied he would get into trouble.

“Mam! You're passing! Can't be like this. You're just a guest here. This is my house, Ma.” Ditya left his waist with a clear dislike. Feeling trampled on his pride by his mother, in front of his wife and assistant.

“Mam!” Ditya tried to catch his breath, his emotions were already burning because of the action of the mother who appeared bikini in the morning blind.

“After all, it is impossible to ask your wife. Why not just hire a chef, like in Germany. Why eating alone should be difficult like this!” moo mom Ditya.

“Yes, I'll hire the chef back after this. Previously, Frolline always cooked by herself, so I dismissed the chef who used to prepare food for me.”

“Then, how is this? Mama wants to eat but no one is cooking,” the grunts are still clearly heard.

“I'll cook for mom. What would you like to eat?” asked Frolline, looking ordinary.

“Call name only, Fro. Call Lily,” said Mama Ditya, refusing to be called mama.

“Ma, this is Indo, not Germany. All in-laws here are called mama, why you are getting late now,” said Ditya.

"If I .. still have a reason why I didn't call you mama, but Frolline .. I think it doesn't matter if my wife calls you mama" continued Ditya.

“Let me continue cooking.” Frolline is back. Do not want to quarrel Ditya and his in-laws increasingly become.

“It! Sambal and lalapan. Salted fish and vegetables asem.” Mama Ditya explained at length, while pointing at the cluttered and cluttered table.

“No! I'll have Matt order at the restaurant!” Ditya gave me an idea. It is impossible to let Frolline cook.

“Ko, I can cook it. It's okay.” Frolline stepped over to Zoe, asked for her apron and started cooking.

“Mam, let's talk. Looks like there's a lot we have to get straight on both.” Ditya relented, after seeing Frolline started to get busy.

***

“What do you mean come to Indonesia? Don't say without meaning anything!” tuding Ditya's. The man took a sitting position on the sofa of his study. Since last night kept his curiosity, only this morning had time to talk to each other to discuss their family problems.

“No!” Mama Ditya chose to sit casually, right across from her son with her left leg hitchhiking beautifully on her right leg.

“Looks like I had to take Frolline to the salon,” great-grandson of mom Ditya, staring at her broken index fingernails this morning. Accidentally opening the suitcase.

“You don't need to switch topics. I know what daddy looks like. Tell me, daddy sent you for what?” todong Ditya's.

“Nothing, Ko. I miss you, that's all. No reason anything.”

“Bullshit! You can lie from people, but can't lie from me, Ma.” Ditya is still accusing.

“Say what you want?” Ditya asked firmly.

“Ko, you missed once!” Mama Ditya raised her voice.

“You are missing. Ever since you came here, I've known there's an intent behind all this. All my life, I knew clearly how daddy would not allow you to go back to Indo. Isn't it strange, suddenly daddy lets you go home.” He was still not satisfied, before he got an answer.

“Is this related to my marriage? Frolline?” accused Withheld.

“Called the wedding if it's sanctioned, Ko. If it is not approved, it deserves to be called marriage. Never mind daddy, have you ever asked me for my blessing?”

“Enter, Ko?” press mom Ditya, remind.

“I think of him as just like his mama and his aunt. I'll take it that way. Before you take her up to your bed, you should find out who the girl you're sleeping with, Ko.”

“You?! Out of my house or ..”

“Before getting the blessing of the old man, as much as possible do not let your wife get pregnant. Please enjoy this husband and wife game until satisfied, but do not let Frolline get pregnant. There are two choices, you are outcast from Halim Group or your wife and children are outcast. I'm sure, daddy won't get you off the top of Halim Group. And that means your wife has to be prepared ...” cut off Ditya's mom, looks softened after hearing Ditya's threat.

“Come out of my house!” expel Ditya.

Mama Ditya.

Unwittingly both of them, a pair of eyes stood in front of the door that was not tightly closed, followed by looking from the door gap and heard all the talk.

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TB