Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 89: Only Daddy

Frolline stood in front of the door with both hands shutting her mouth. Biting the lips trying to hold the sobs was not heard coming out, Frolline trembled. She could clearly hear what her husband and mother-in-law were discussing. Not a single word escaped his sense of hearing, all stored clear, swirling in his brain.

The clear eyes were heating up, black clouds hanging in the eye pelukan and ready to decay. Collapsed! Like Frolline's self-defense that was unable to stand firm, but was forced to remain strong amid the jolts and trials that came in turn.

Regret that! He shouldn't have to ask much about the taste of mama-in-law. So there is no need to hear everything that should not need to be heard. All this time he tried to be strong, just because of the circumstances.

He had no one else, it felt too whiny to have to complain and become weak. Ever since papa left, mama, she's been trying to stand up straight when shock after shock hit her, just because she knows. He himself. Crying is free.

Even when Angella was left behind, her only brother chose to leave her. Disappearing without saying goodbye, leaving no story at all other than memories. In fact, to this day Angella does not want to take her call. Though he did not mind the property of the parents who were taken all without telling a penny for him.

Finishing cooking her in-laws request menu, Frolline tried to hold back the tears. During cooking, he prefers to keep quiet. He saw Ditya and his mother coming out of the study. The two were silent, separated without speaking, Ditya returned to the room as well as the mother.

“Ko ..”

Frolline returned to the room, after all the dishes were neatly served on the table. An unusual sight greeted him as soon as he stepped in. The curtains are still closed, with the atmosphere of the room dimming without lighting. The only light, only a tinge of timid sun peeked out from the window slit.

It was seen Ditya lying on her back with her left arm covering half of her face.

“Ko ...” greeted the second time, but still no answer. Ditya. Even the man was still faithfully hiding his handsome face.

“Ko, I have to go to the office in a moment.” Frolline.

Not getting a response, Frolline walked towards the window. Slowly the curtains that dangled fell on the floor. Solar light is like a flash, a flash of a room shimmered brightly. Still firmly grasping the end of the curtains, Frolline freezes as her beautiful net captures the skyscrapers that stand gallant, towering.

Being in this corner, Frolline felt alone. Like being slapped, all this time he seemed to be dreaming and just woke up from a long sleep. Ditya and her mother's chatter re-spinned, the hurtful words clearly ringing.

Those shady eyes are back heating up. Considering he was alone, the clear liquid spilled again. Sobbing softly, rubbing with the index tip, Frolline tried to strengthen her heart and herself.

“You are strong Fro! Strong!” Burning his hard side, so as to stop crying, stop whining, stop lamenting his fate that already has no one, not even have anything.

Frolline was still struggling with her own feelings. Too carried away by the taste of haru, to not realize the clattering of steps approaching.

“Schatzi, what do you think?” A burly hand suddenly crept up on the side of her kiki and right of her slender waist, Frolline only regained consciousness when her husband's hand had locked tightly in front of her stomach.

“I'm late, Ko,” his great-grandson slowly, without turning his head. Still focus on tall buildings that stand firm, without complaining when hit by rainstorms or hot sun.

“Five more minutes, koko get ready. Let Koko hold you for a moment. Koko is missing you right now,” whispered Ditya, dropping his head, leaning spoiled on his wife's shoulder. Sharing grief, sharing problems, sharing the burden of life in her silence.

“Ko, you why?” Frolline tried fishing Ditya.

“Koko's head is a little dizzy, Fro.” Ditya.

“If sick .. what should koko at home only. I can leave with Zoe.” Frolline gave a suggestion.

That heavy breath represented Ditya's current feelings. “We went to the office together. Koko will take you, we leave and go home together, Fro.”

“What's the problem with mama?” Frolline fishing.

“Nothing,” firmly Ditya.

“Coko didn't lie to me, did she?” todong Frolline, looking straight ahead. The sun's rays are so dazzling.

“Can Koko lie to you, Fro?” Ditya the voice arrived. His tone was slightly different, like there was a burden on him.

Silent — both drowned with their respective minds.

“Ko ..”

“Cium Koko now, Fro,” pinta Ditya with soft tone.

Frolline immediately let go, turned around and looked at Ditya's face up close, fixed. Tracing every corner, every curve of the handsome face that these few months filled his gaze with every start of the day.

“Coko is fine?” ask Frolline, make sure. Facing each other, she could see a tired face in the midst of problems.mImpa appearance her husband could not lie. Tired and the burden clearly visible.

“Coko is not okay. Koko is tired, Fro,” said Ditya, shaking his head. In the end chose to share after feeling his chest almost fatigued. Ever since then all the races and emotions danced in his heart. Shortness, pain, everything gathering.

Draping his hands around Ditya's neck, Frolline smiled. Tread slowly, giving a kiss on the lips. Thin and so light, even Ditya had not had time to enjoy it, Frolline had finished.

“Once again, Please. Koko hasn't enjoyed it.” The handsome man still with the sleeping boxer pleaded.

The sweet girl with the work shirt said, again sweeping her husband's thin lips. This time a little longer, deeper. His fingers come into play behind the neck, tickling the nape of Ditya in such a way. Along with that, Ditya's embrace gets tighter and possessive as the kiss gets warmer, heats up.

With a single jolt, Ditya managed to raise the body wrapped in a mini skirt into his sling.

“Aaaah!” a surprised squeal came out from Frolline's lips, restrained. Ditya silenced the lips with a sweep of the pink lipstick with heat. Bringing the wife who was twisting both legs around her waist into the middle of the room, dropped the Frolline heartlessly onto the bed.

Bruckk!

“Koko wants you now, Fro! Postpone all your work.” Overthrowing the tiny body, which was so resigned under his power.

Without resisting, without protesting, without saying much as usual, Frolline said. Nodding involuntarily with a line of thin smiles.

“Fro, Koko doesn't know what's going on in front of her. Stay by Koko's side. Simply according and hear the words Koko.”

Frolline nodded.

“Ditya Halim Hadinata is yours, even though inside her flows the blood of Halim Hadinata.” Ditya closed his eyes before continuing his sentence.

“Coko must tell you .. mama and mommy are the same. Those two make no difference. In Halim Hadinata's family, Koko can only trust Daddy. Stay here because of Daddy. Only Daddy is sincere even though he looks terrible.”

Frolline surprised. Of course the woman was surprised by what Ditya said. Hasn't Daddy been the one who hated and opposed their relationship. However, why does her husband trust Halim Hadinata so much.

“Why?” ask Frolline, floating. Of course it sounds weird.

“Because Daddy never played drama.”

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TB