Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 9. First hug, millions of it feels

“How about you? You have no plans to get married?” marisa asked, suddenly shifting the subject.

Ditya smiled, still fixated on staring at the pool water ripples that were so calm. With floodlights radiating towards the pool, making its tinge look beautiful in the middle of the darkness of the night.

“Daddy does not offer the criteria of my future wife, but I quite understand what kind of girl our family can accept.” Ditya said after a long time of thought.

“From the many girls who meet the criteria, there is no one who makes my heart vibrate, Brother,” continued Ditya.

Marisa chuckles. Recalling rumors in the online media that said that Ditya was caught on camera vacation to Bali with a top model, a few weeks ago.

“Model is correct?” ask Marisa to investigate.

“What crazy. Not my type at all. I don't like girls like that,” explained Ditya.

“Club motorku is holding a tour and charity to Bali. Some of my colleagues brought in those model girls. You know what our lives are like. Definitely can not be separated from beautiful girls, wine and party,” explained Ditya.

“Bored?” ask Marisa.

“Sometimes, but we can not choose. In our bodies flows the blood of Halim Hadinata. Who doesn't know Daddy. From ordinary people to state officials must know Daddy. And we're his kids, they're dragged in, too. There are how many who want to be close, just know until hoping to be besan,” said Ditya.

“And you know, Brother. For almost two years in Indonesia, I met many sycophants and fake characters. And the girls who are close to me are average like that, hoping for luxury and ready to do anything to be a part of my life,” explained Ditya with a flat gaze.

“Kak, have wine? It feels strange there is no drink at a time like this,” said Ditya, glancing at the sister at a glance.

Plakkkkp! A punch landed on Ditya's arm. Following a series of words of advice and other wise sentences.

“I married a commoner, Ditya. Remember that! Lifestyle is also much different. My husband doesn't drink. Even my daughter's son grew up like a child in general.”

“I've left a luxury party on a cruise ship, no more high-class escorts on Daddy's private jet or shopping abroad. Although my taste is still branded,” continued Marissa, chuckling.

“I'm interested in your daughter,” said Ditya suddenly. After a long silence, he decided to come clean.

“Hah? Frolline you mean?” ask Marisa to make sure.

“Your remaining daughter how many?” tanya Ditya was upset. Marisa who repeated the words when her brother already knew for sure the answer was the thing that Ditya disliked the most.

“Unfortunately, in the eyes of Frolline there is only a shadow, that is my nephew,” continued Ditya again.

“My daughter is a good girl. Ah ... not willing to have to fall into your hands. Your life is too horrible for us ordinary people. I'm not sure ... he can go in there,” said Marisa, there was a tone of rejection in it.

“His life is much different, plain girl doesn't seem to suit you. Not to mention when to deal with Daddy and Mommy. Ah, just imagine I can't,” continued Marisa.

“I know,” says Ditya slowly, with English - Singapore accent. Too often back and forth to the country that is identical to the Merlion lion statue, the style of speech is similar. Missing is the British accent he got while studying in England.

“Hah! Have you found out how far?” ask Marisa.

“Everything, Brother. Until the size of her underwear, I know it,” said Ditya, smiling flirtatiously. It looks like Ditya bit his lower lip.

“You love him?” ask Marisa again.

Ditya glared, looking at her brother in disbelief.

“I like it. I need to get to know her better and see if I love her. Crazy what, without introduction once see can love. Bullshitts! That's not love, that's lust, sister!” grute Ditya.

Both silent. Marisa was trying to read her only sister's mind, looking for seriousness in the net of a man who was said to be no longer young.

“Ditya, you are now 35 years old, right?” tanyanya opened her voice.

“Yup, that means I'm not looking for a lover anymore, sister. I'm seriously looking for a wife. Life companion and mother to my children. If it's just for fun, I don't lack women. Around me a lot, just pointing they will bend their knees. As beautiful as anything. From perfumed fringe-grade perfumes to high-end perfumes,” obviously Ditya.

“I think about it,” says Marisa.

“Hello Sist! I'm not asking for your opinion or your permission. I don't need your permission to get close to Fro. Come on! Fro is an adult, not a child anymore. Don't treat her like she was a child. I can even make her a mother this second too,” Ditya laughed.

“Bigger! Pretty Instant, you do not follow impregnating my daughter!” marisa's Nagging.

“That's the easiest way to ask for blessing. Haha ... Your son is very smart, Brother.” Ditya's laughter broke, upon seeing her brother pout.

“No, this time I'm serious. I was just telling you, so that you wouldn't be surprised. If at any time I drive Fro home or Fro's face suddenly fills the glass screen,” explained Ditya.

Marisa could not speak anymore. It's not that he doesn't know, what his sister's character is. He is stubborn and cannot be prevented. When Ditya believes something, he will reach for it until he is sure that it is not destined for him.

“New hours this time, you already want to go home.”

“Tomorrow I have to fly to Germany. My mother is sick, sister,” Ditya story, the look on her face dimmed instantly.

“Hopefully Aunty gets well quickly,” whispered Marisa.

“If you have time, go back to Surabaya. Look Mommy. He cries a lot every time he remembers you. Daddy and Mommy are no longer young. Maybe they are just a prestige to come to you, but in their hearts they also miss you a lot. Want to hug you, Kak.” said Ditya, rushed back into the house, leaving the brother who stood pensive.

“Sister, I would like to ask permission to hug your daughter,” said Ditya, suddenly back again,

“Hah!” Marisa surprised.

“Just hug it,” pinta Ditya, hurry away without waiting for an answer.

Seen Ditya approached Sister-in-law and the Frolline family who were still talking in the family room. Including Frolline, Firstan and Angella also joined there. Ditya said goodbye and hugged his sister-in-law, as well as greeting both parents Frolline.

“I say goodbye first,” he said, glancing towards Frolline who stood not far from where he stood.

“Fro, can you come out with me?” ask Ditya, suddenly. Since his arrival, they have not spoken in the least, only a fleeting glimpse at the beginning of Ditya's arrival.

“Just a minute,” pinta Ditya slowly. Frolline, according to, tailed behind Ditya who was walking out of the house.

Ditya runs to his car, where Matt, his assistant, is waiting.

“Bos!” greet Matt, smilingly looking at Frolline who was standing behind his master. The man quickly opened the back of his car. Take out a basket of penguin-patterned pillow dolls on Ditya.

“You sure you gave him this stuff?” tanya Ditya seemed to doubt.

Matt nodded.

“I've done check and ricek, Boss. This girl was a little different from the previous Boss girls. Which is usually given branded bags, luxury perfumes and other branded items,” explained Matt, whispering softly.

Ditya. “If it fails, I will fire you right now!” threatening Ditya, forced to grab the strange item from Matt's hands and hand it directly to Frolline.

Frolline. Repeatedly staring at the doll a basket Ditya gave her.

“Thank you,” he said, smilingly staring at Ditya.

“I like your gift,” continued Frolline.

“Sama-sama ...” Ditya looked awkward, in contrast to Frolline looked mediocre.

“Emm.” Ditya was speechless. His tongue fell for a moment. It was seen the man biting his lower lip to cover up the nervousness.

Before taking a few steps forward, Ditya rubbed his lips. His heart is racing. Seeing Frolline's smile, his feelings grew even more uneasy. The situation was exactly when the green balloon erupted, as troubled as it was his heart at this moment.

Either having courage from where, he suddenly hugged Frolline while whispering softly in the girl's ear.

“Tomorrow, I'm going to Germany. I will see you again after returning to Indonesia,” he said slowly, while enjoying the aroma of shampoo coming out of long hair Frolline.

Hurriedly ua took off her hug and got into the car, hiding her face that held in shame. Before the car moved forward, he still had time to wave at Frolline.

“Crazy!" as if Ditya, rubbed his face with both hands.

“This is a shame, Matt!” his grunts are upset at themselves.

“More difficult than when dealing with a beautiful artist or model who seduces to be taken to bed right, Boss?” said Matt.

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