Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 95: Anger Ditya

“Now still, Ko?” ask Frolline.

“Still what?” The question back. I don't understand the direction of his wife's conversation.

Frolline was stunned, she seemed to have misquired the husband. “Koko still saves her contacts? Still peeking at her social media accounts? Still tailing her?” Read it with several questions at once. Replacing the questions that were asked earlier.

Ditya answered with a head. Noiseless, without any explanation.

“How do you part, Ko?” ask Frolline again. Curiosity is taking hold of his heart, tucked away in a speck of jealousy that he seeks to hide.

“Until now there has been no word of parting, because we did not start with a word. Suddenly drifting away from each other, she pulls away when her husband sues for divorce. And Koko decided to take this opportunity to end it all.”

Frolline tried to find an answer from the dimming netra. “It's just the past, right?” asked Frolline suddenly. Grasping Ditya's hand, hunting certainty to treat her wounded heart while learning of her husband's past love for another woman.

“Yes, he's past. Even I have sold my house next to his house.”

“Seriously? Koko has a house next to her house?” asked Frolline, almost in disbelief.

Ditya.

“Coko is absolutely crazy!” Frolline still does not believe in all of Ditya's insanity while pursuing love. But she knew her husband was like that. Not while chasing after him, Ditya also did many unexpected things. Until taking care of both parents.

“After with Kailla, I've not been with anyone.” Ditya says.

“Daddy know?” ask Frolline, still finding out.

Ditya. “Does that daddy don't know?”

“Is daddy that great?” ask Frolline, curious.

“Daddy just makes sure everything goes where it belongs, Fro,” says Ditya.

“Sleep, Fro. Tomorrow Koko to Semarang, must leave early in the morning. There is a new branch opening there,” continued Ditya, embracing his wife's shoulders.

“What does Koko stay there?” asked Frolline, pulling the blanket over her body.

“No. Koko will return to Jakarta after all the events are over. It might be a little late.” Ditya turned on the golden sleeping lamp above the nightstand, after turning off the main light.

***

Frolline awake while still clinging, dark faithful clenched. Days have not changed, the moon is still crawling up to the top of the head. It looks perfectly rounded with an orange glow peering through the gaps of the bedroom window curtains.

His head throbbed, with a twitching look. As soon as the eyelids open, the world spins.

“Ko ... What time is it now?” asked Frolline, teasing the man with a soft snoring beside her. Hand massaging the temples, Frolline blinked to adapt to the dim light in her room.

“Ko ..” The call followed, after five minutes earlier throwing the first call, but Ditya was still not distracted in the slightest. The man with the battered face was still faithfully wandering in dreamland.

“Ah ..” Frolline. Enjoying the taste that hit his body. His head was still not improving, now his chest was tight.

After failing to awaken through her soft voice, Frolline shook the burly body next to her with her eyes still closed. Not being able to open your eyes for too long. Everything was spinning, his mouth felt strange.

“Ko, wake. My head hurts. Can you please take the medicine in my bag.” Remembering the headache medicine he bought at the pharmacy.

“Ko ..” A loud pat landed on Ditya's shoulder, tight and shaking. Sontak returns Ditya's consciousness, pulling the man back to the real world.

“Yes, Fro. Why?” ask her with a raucous voice. His head was dizzy with his eyes twitching, adapting.

“Ko, my head hurts. Please get me some medicine. I can't get up now,” pinta Frolline, weld.

“Bentar Darling. Where did you put the cure?” ask Ditya shortly after standing up.

“Near the dressing table. The bag that I usually take with me every time I leave for work,” Frolline explained.

Half-run, Ditya immediately searched for his wife's handbag. Bring it to bed and spill it. All the contents of the brown handbag were scattered, scattered on the bed.

A smile expands when he finds it. As a person who dabbles in the pharmaceutical world despite not being an expert, of course Ditya has experience when looking at drug strips without asking further.

Some scientific terms for the content listed in the composition are often heard in the company. Even if he doesn't understand the details. He is not a pharmacist, but there are many pharmacists under Halim Group. Who often catapulted the foreign language at every work meeting, making him start to memorize.

“This is the cure, Fro.” said Ditya. His hand had already handed him a headache medicine that he had just removed from the packaging. Propose along with a glass of water he grabbed from the nightstand.

“Thank you, Ko. My head suddenly hurts.” Frolline tried to get up, sitting up in bed. Sipping the medicine and draining the water to the toilet, Frolline smiled as she felt Ditya's hand was helping to massage her temple.

“Have it done?” ditya asked, tucked in worry from the look of the man's shady eyes. Choose to sit in front of his wife with a sleepy look.

Frolline shook her head. “I don't know, sudden awakening and headache, Ko.”

“Ya. Sleep again now,” pinta Ditya, look yawned. The tail of his eyes stared at the table clock on the nightstand. Time is not even past midnight. Just showed me a hit. 11.40 WIB.

“Hmmm,” murmured Frolline, laying herself down. Just about to close his eyes, Ditya suddenly heard another voice. Heavier and contain protests.

“What is this, Fro?” ditya asked, looking at the back of his wife who was lying behind him.

“Hmmm.” Frolline Murmur. His head was too sick, unable to deny or deal with Ditya's anger.

“Fro, you dare to argue with me now?” ask Ditya again, full of decisiveness. Just about to clear the contents of the bag, the man found another medicine hiding behind a pile of other items. Of course he knew what medicine it was, without asking for an explanation.

“Schatzi!” repeated Ditya a little hard, his sleepiness gone, changed disappointed and upset.

“Yes, Ko. My head hurts, let me sleep,” pinta Frolline, hugging her roll.

“FRO!”

Ditya jerks rough his wife's arm. For the first time, Ditya spouted anger at his wife. A few months together, even when Frolline made a mistake Ditya never snapped and yelled this hard. Just this once.

Turn around, look at me. Frolline forced her eyelids open at a time when the pulse that struck her head was still reluctant to leave. “What's up, Ko?” tanyanya slow. That iris of the eye could catch a wave of anger in the net Ditya.

A strip of medicine that has been emptied as much as one grain, deliberately thrown Ditya right hit the chest of Frolline.

“Do not think Koko does not know! Koko knew what medicine was. You seem to forget, Fro ...your husband works where!”

Deg—

"I don't forget where Koko works, but I forgot to keep the Pill in my bag,” Frolline said in his heart.

“Build! You have dared to dispute your husband, Fro. I told you never to delay your pregnancy!” cerocos Ditya's. The man was ignited when he found Frolline refuting all of his words.

Frolline according. Hiding her fear. Sitting while hugging the bolts, not daring to stare at his interlocutor.

“How much have you been drinking?” ditya asked, interrogating Frolline. Never expected that his wife could be this presumptuous, this brave.

“Only one grain. It was just bought, Ko,” replied Frollie, terrified. Her husband's eyes reddened, splashing with stifled emotions.

During this time he often sees Ditya's anger, but it is aimed at others, not at him.

“I'm sorry, Ko,” said Frolline slowly after seeing Ditya never softened. Stand up, push off the waist. Looked hard at him.

***

TB