Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 92: This is embarrassing!

Ditya unraveled the crib on his wife, walking closer to the foreign man who had dared to enter his residence without permission. His steps were wide and heavy, implying an unusual rage.

“Ko ..”

The wife's slow call seemed to be knocked down and inaudible, covered in anger that had mastered a handsome man with a casual look. Highlight blushing without saying much, Ditya blocked the foreign man's arm before throwing him down to fall down.

“Who are you? Whatdoyouwant? How can I get into my house?”

Three questions at once, Ditya did not even give his opponent a chance to answer. That energy-laden fist was already anchored right in the right jaw of the handsome young man, the owner of the perfect posture.

Bruckk!

The second blow still hit the same point, even Ditya did not give a pause. Next hit blindly’bi, ignoring the screeches Frolline who can not accept the brutality of Ditya.

“Matt, Zoe!” Frolline shouted, after seeing the two assistants just watching her husband struggle. Especially when she saw her husband was pulled down, the fruit of resistance from his enemy. After a long time in control of the situation, now Ditya is in a weak position. Two blows landed on Ditya's handsome face ending with a tear in the corner of the lip.

“Sorry Madam, not unwilling to help. The rules of the game are so. We dare not argue.” Matt explains.

“Ouch! What the hell are the rules, Matt. This is no longer a joke. My husband is seriously fighting there!” sahut Frolline half nagged. Panic had mastered it, what else when he saw blood pouring on Ditya's face.

“Ya, Mistress. That's the rule. If the Boss intervenes on his own, it means he'll handle the loser himself. That means, the man has already stepped on his pride, Boss. Just like with his nephew, the Boss doesn't allow us to hit Instant.”

Hearing Matt's explanation, Frolline could no longer remain silent. Stepping closer to end the struggle of two men rolling on the floor.

“Coko, stop!” squeak Frolline. Just about to attract the enemy who was occupying her husband's body comfortably, Ditya's voice shouted at her.

“Honey, don't come near!” pekik Ditya, in the rain of blows he received.

But open the name Frolline if not denied. With an antique jar from the Ming dynasty worth hundreds of millions, it is beautifully displayed in a corner of the living room. Frolline threw the man who hit her husband to the ground.

Lkraa!!

The ceramic jar hit the stocky body of Ditya's opponent, then fell to the floor. Split spatter. Frolline could only hide his face with both palms. Fear and panic overpower him instantly. Luckily, the man was not seriously injured, only screaming in pain when hit by the urn throw.

From inside the room, appeared Mama Ditya with a disheveled look. Her hair was in a mess with a sexy, almost transparent nightgown. What an unseemly sight amidst a few pairs of male eyes. Frolline was sure that if she dared to do so, Ditya would rampage at her.

“What's this?” shouted Ditya's mother, looking at the chaos that occurred in plain sight.

“What do you do, Ko?” Mama Ditya, attract her favorite son. Forcing Ditya to release the man he had invited to the house to escape Ditya's check.

Seeing the chaos that was going on, the woman's emotions were provoked. “Ko, what the fuck?” asked Mama Ditya after the two adult men were successfully divorced.

“MATT, ZOE! GET THIS DISGUSTING MAN OUT OF MY HOUSE! UNTIL HE SETS FOOT IN MY HOUSE, YOUR LIVES ARE AT STAKE!” yelled Ditya with a thunderous voice. His hands were directed towards the door, with eyes flushed red. That battered face, so terrible.

“Ko, don't put this up.” Frolline spoke softly, hugging Ditya's arms in fear.

Of course Frolline was terrified, only this time seeing the other side of Ditya that was terrible. After Ditya's regret at First, the man still tried to be calm. Despite fighting and hitting each other, but not like the one that just happened.

***

“Fro, to room now. Koko needs to talk to mama,” Ditya's orders after trailing the three of them. The house assistant who usually comes every day to clean up the luxurious residence has been home since last afternoon.

Hesitating, Frolline walked towards his room. Tucked in and curious in his heart. What made her husband so angry that he did all this.

“You missed once, Mam!” Ditya sat on the sofa, staring intently at his mother who was sitting across. The man only dared to make a sound when the bedroom door closed tightly.

“Remember age, not young anymore. Embarrassment!”

Mama Ditya kept quiet, responding to her son's nagging casually.

“It's a shame that daddy won't let you go back to Indonesia. Your behavior is truly shameful! Like women on the roadside.”

“Ko, you don't miss!” Mama Ditya did not accept.

“Get out of my house or I'll take my wife out of this house. You can have fun with a lot of men until Daddy sends you back to Germany.” Ditya got up from his seat. Just a few steps, he turned around.

“I just found out, it turns out this is the reason daddy hid you so long in Germany. I just found out why I'm not allowed to admit you to my mama in front of everyone. You are outrageous. Embarrassing. I don't know, how to explain it to my wife,” said Ditya passed away, leaving his mother still frozen in place. Does not answer, does not argue and does not refute all the words of his son.

Entering his room, Ditya was greeted with his wife sitting on the side of the bed, waiting for his explanation. Yes, he understood that at this time Frolline was being overwhelmed by confusion, fear and curiosity about what was happening.

“Fro ...” The man with the battered face rushed over and clasped his wife.

“Ko, what happened? Why do you have to be so angry?” ask Frolline.

Ditya did not answer, only tightened his embrace. The man with a dull look after struggling on the floor was seeking tranquility through the warmth of his wife's body.

Almost five minutes into the silence, Ditya let go of his embrace as Frolline kept calling his name and asking for answers.

Kneeling right in front of the Frolline, grasping those two smooth smooth hands down.

“Koko please, forget what you saw today. It's mortifying. Shame on Koko, Fro. Without having Koko answer, you should know the answer. Who is this stranger? Why did he get out of my mom's room. Koko couldn't explain what happened.” Dita almost cried. Sitting on the floor, squeezing his hair.

“Fro, if one day we have to get out of Indonesia .. you wouldn't mind coming with me, would you?” ask Ditya.

Frolline was stunned by her husband's question.

Slowly come down and sit on the bedroom tile, with her husband. “Why are you, Ko? Look at your handsome face battered.” Frolline rubbed the corner of Ditya's bloody lips.

“I'll treat him first, Ko. Tear is quite severe,” said Frolline.

Frolline was about to stand up, picking up a wet towel in the bathroom. However, Ditya pulled his wrist to sit on his lap.

“Fro, Koko replied. You don't mind, do you?” ditya asked, looking fixedly at the pretty face in his arms.

“Ya.”

“If we can not return to Indonesia, do you also not mind?” ask Ditya again.

Frolline raised her gaze. Staring at her husband's bead eyes that harbored grief.

“Koko has prepared everything, in case we have to go to arrive. Matt's been working on a schengen visa for you. One day if we have to go suddenly, we can go to the Netherlands, Belgium, Austria or other countries in Europe. We will settle there until we can get a visa to enter the UK.”

Frolline was still frozen, trailing the curves of her husband's face with a shady look.

"If you can't be together here ... Please, stay with Koko in England."

***

TB