Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 90: Not yet returned

Still rolling over the super luxurious bed, Frolline according to when Ditya asked gently. Relinquishing the work shirt was forcefully displayed from his body, ending up accompanying the cold tapestry on the floor. Joined by boxer Ditya, her husband.

The roar of breath was still clear, both of them had just completed the wish at the end of the morning. Passing the hours of leaving for the office just like that, both of them gave up their responsibilities as company leaders. Dejected to passion, obey the worldly passions that make a husband and wife crazy until noon pick up.

The clock on the wall shows it's almost ten in the morning. Breathing is severed, up and down mixed with sweat.

“Fro ...” Ditya called his wife. Both of his hands still gently clutched his wife's naked body.

“Hmmm.” Mumbled indistinctly, still spoiled in the chest of Ditya's field.

“Coko loves you.” Ditya kissed the head of his wife warmly, before taking off his embrace.

“Fro, koko wants to take a shower. Together?” tawar Ditya's. Rise up from sleep, after wiping away the thick blankets that covered their innocent bodies.

“Later I'll catch up, Ko.” Frolline was still adjusting her breathing which was hunting with sweaty circles all over her body. Too tired after carrying out the duties of the country, Frolline was really lazy to move. Still feel at home wrapped around the blanket, enjoying his fatigue and fatigue.

“Coko awaits you.” Walking with naked bodies, showing off a muscular and shiny burly back wet with sweat.

There was a lash on that smooth white back skin. Frolline swallows saliva. Scars of nails that stick perfectly with sweat circles as if showing concrete evidence of how hot their game was.

Before long, the sound of water rustling was heard from the bathroom whose door was deliberately opened wide. Seriously asked about his offer. Even the man, calling his wife repeatedly, asked to follow.

“Fro, come Darling.” The screams slowly mixed with the rushing water.

“Ya, Ko.”

“Quick Babe!” Ditya's voice re-emerged in the four corners of their luxurious bathroom. Five minutes waiting, still not visible trunk nose of his wife.

“A minute, Ko.” Frolline still closed her eyes. Sleek in place of lying down. Enjoying the soft sensation of the bed, relieve his fatigue because of the actions of Ditya who invited him to explore various styles. Frolline nearly fell asleep as she felt water droplets drenching her face.

“Fro, I was waiting for you since, it turns out you are still here!” grute Ditya. The man was already standing at the side of the bed with water dripping profusely from his body. Some wet the face of the pillow that still feels coiled.

“Coko! You destroyed our bedroom. Why enter a bedraggled room like this?” grunts Frolline nagging. Combing the dashing posture from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. The shameless man stood up with his confidence, no matter what was currently plain without thread. Even everything was soaking wet, dripping down soaked the Turkish tapestry that adorned the bedroom tiles.

“Come, come to the bathroom!” exclaim Ditya, pull the Frolline arm.

“Aaaa! A minute Ko!” frolline exclaimed as her body was being forcefully lifted due to Ditya's hard pull. Dragged to the bathroom, trying to balance her footsteps.

“Lazy boy! What time is it! Don't you still have work in the office, still have to go to the project!” Half nagging, Ditya took her under the shower stand with a giant penger above them. Being down there, it feels like you are enjoying the rain falling down.

“Aaaaah!” screeched Frolline as a cold water swipe hit her skin. Instantly shiver while holding both hands on the chest scattered works of love sculpted Ditya. Flushed bruises at some point from the neckline that are white smoothly crept down to meet the chest area.

“Already! Don't protest too much. Koko is looking to enjoy a different sensation,” explained Ditya. Beginning to forget the burden of his problem, the man clutched his woman from behind, enjoying the brunt of the water that plowed heavily into their bodies.

Almost fifteen minutes hugging tightly, enjoying the sweep of water together, Ditya dropped his head spoiled at the head of the Frolline while feeling the comfort of his wife's back skin.

The burly hand began to twist the base of the shower, stopping the flow of water. “Fro, if one day we have to leave Indonesia, you won't mind, right?” whispered Ditya said suddenly in his wife's ear. Since then silent, Ditya made a voice and asked an unusual question.

“Hmmmm,” murmured Frolline while nodding.

“Danke.” The hug tightened, the hand lock on the flat stomach Frolline was getting closer.

“Ko, I want ... we delay having a baby.” Ever since the lips were tightened, Frolline let out a voice. The burden that had been filling his brain for a few hours, was thrown out.

Deg—

Ditya was silent, frozen in place where he stood. The phrase Frolline was something that never crossed his mind. Even when her mother threatened, she chose to be undaunted. As long as Frolline believed in him, willingly suffering the inner with him, all would not be a problem.

“No....” replied Ditya quietly, brushing the wet hair down slowly, peeping the naked peak of Frolline with great feeling.

Both beautiful eyes were closed to hear a row of Ditya's decision sentences. The baritone's voice sounded soft, but firm and indisputable.

***

That afternoon, the hot sun was warm. Frolline had just stepped out of his office to hunt for a missed lunch of half an hour. Waiting nearly five minutes in front of the office lobby with a device in hand and a bag hanging from his chest, Frolline waited for his assistant, Zoe who still had not appeared in her car.

While playing his phone, the tail of the woman's eyes in a tosca green work suit was fixed on a taxi that emptied itself after dropping off passengers, none other than his office employees.

Smiling, Frolline unhesitatingly chased after the empty taxi while yelling a little and waving her hand in the air.

“Taxi!” he strayed after the blue sedan, which stopped a few meters in front of him.

“Where, Bu?” ask the steering man. With a blue suit, ask the direction of the passenger's destination.

“Ke nearest pharmacy, Sir.” Frolline replied without looking at the questioner. Too busy looking for information about contraception, he did not even have time to just stare at the taxi driver.

“Ok!” Short answer, just before stepping on the gas pedal. The four-wheeled car rolled out of the office yard.

Zoe, I'm leaving in a taxi. Coincidentally there is little need.

Frolline texted her assistant, telling her not to panic when she didn't see him in the office lobby.

***

The Halim Group headquarters.

The sun slowly crept down on the twilight violet. Blushing on the western horizon, the owner of the bright light was preparing to return to his contest. Ditya just got out of the meeting room after almost two hours struggling with problems as well as new breakthroughs his company.

Internal meetings followed by managers who occupy important positions at the Halim Group headquarters, vying to spawn brilliant ideas that will support the company's progress in the future.

Stepping gontai with a half-dragging step, Ditya walked towards his room with his loyal assistant, Matt.

“Matt, any message from Fro?” ditya asked, walking with his left hand tucked in his pants pocket. Since entering the meeting room, the man deliberately left his expensive and sophisticated device in the hand of the right hand.

“No, Boss. Last message was sent at 1.30pm yesterday.” Matt narrating.

“What's he saying, Matt?” ditya asked, massaging her dizzy head with a twitching look. Since he was busy with work, he even ignored his wife's message.

“Monya only reported if you want to go out to lunch,” said Matt, still busy chasing Ditya's wide steps.

“Matt, have you taken care of a visa for Fro? I need a schengen visa for my wife.” Ditya said slowly.

“Already Boss. Ready to fly anytime!” Matt replied, smiling contentedly waiting for his employer's praise.

“Good job!” Ditya smiled, along with the ringing of his phone that was still left in Matt's hand.

“Zoe, Boss ...” says Matt, slow down. The assistant frowned, hiding his hers.

“What's up?” ask Ditya, no less astonished. Snatched his phone without excuse.

Ditya's face changed instantly, upon hearing the news Zoe had told him.

“Bos, Madam has not returned from lunch. It's been hours home from work,” Zoe shootout, panic mixed with fear.

***

TB