Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 98: Late a week

“I'll consider you my daughter. Come back to Germany with me. You will not lose Koko, I dare guarantee you will remain the only one in my son's heart, but I cannot guarantee you will be the only one in his life.”

Frolline. Her father-in-law's remarks shattered some of her trust in Ditya, which had been nurtured all along. Swallowed the piece of tofu that he had stabbed with a fork since. Enjoying her mother-in-law's cooking is expressionless.

Flat, without being able to enjoy the delights of typical Surabaya food, the mind of Frolline wanders. Just as the food splinters touched the stomach, his body protested. Stirring the stomach and creating its own sensation.

“Why are you, Fro?” asked the mother-in-law, her attention was divided between the son-in-law and the cooking on the frying pan. Surprised by the Frolline reaction that shuts the mouth restrains nausea.

“No ... nothing, Ma.” Frolline squandered into the powder room. Spilling all his stomach contents into the sink. The taste of his cooking was appropriate on the tongue, but his stomach could not compromise. Nausea attacks without being held back.

“Fro, are you okay?” asked Mama Ditya, half screaming. Still faithful in front of the stove lit up.

“Ya, Ma.” Frolline replied with a shout that was almost as firm.

Five minutes drain the contents of the stomach, fix the makeup again. He came out while grabbing the handbag he placed on the consul's table.

“Ma, I'll just leave.” Frolline grabbed a glass of water at the table and gulped it down.

“Ya, but are you sure you're okay?” Mama Ditya frowned. Staring from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot of the appearance of the son-in-law. Tucked into worry, something happened to Frolline, Ditya would rampage at him.

All will fall apart, he will be expelled from his son's residence. Failing to carry out a secret mission Halim assigns him to keep his only daughter-in-law in order to keep Ditya in the Halim family and not follow in the footsteps of his brother, Ditya, Marisa chose to leave the Halim family for love.

“Ya, Ma.”

“You're not hiding your pregnancy from me, are you?” todong Mama Ditya again. Suspicious of the signs shown Frolline like a young pregnant woman.

“Frolline shakes. “No, Ma.”

“I am not pregnant ...” firmly Frolline. Even so, his brain is calculating the date of the last menstrual period. Referees attacked, missed a week from the schedule should have been.

“Ah, maybe ordinary late, then and there, right,” he firmly in the heart, calm down.

“I'm leaving now, Ma,” said to Frolline, stepping out without waiting for her mother-in-law's reaction.

***

That afternoon, the weather in Jakarta was very hot. Wind gusts cannot dampen the sun's attack that is so dominating. Stinging the skin, making a hot mood becomes more burning.

After finishing his lunch at a Japanese restaurant, Frolline decided not to return to the office. Tired and clumsy at the company, forcing him to clear his mind. Moreover, the words of his mother-in-law always ringing in the mind. The shadow of a possible pregnancy is like a scourge to her, haunting all day long.

“Zoe, we to place mami.” Frolline gave the order. Sitting in the back seat, leaning with eyes closed.

“Siap Mrs.” Zoe who already understands said Mami, not much more detail asked.

“Bos already know ... if Madam ... go to place ... her brother?” ask the assistant with the full name Zoelkifli Hanafi.

“Later I will tell Koko,” Frolline said, looking relaxed.

Gazing from the rearview mirror, Zoe kept worried. Not that he did not know that all this time Ditya did not allow the Madam to visit his sister's place. Moreover, if you meet Firstan, the problem will get worse.

Emboldened, Zoe sent a message via whatsApp to her employer. Of course the assistant does not want to be a scapegoat if something happens that is not desirable later.

Boss, Madam's on her way to Marisa's house.

The message was sent with a two-colored gray container. Zoe sighed as she waited for five minutes, the immortality contill that never turned blue. They will soon arrive at Marisa's residence.

The assistant was able to breathe a sigh of relief after half an hour later, Frolline's phone rang along with her message that had been read without any reply.

“Coko?” whispered Frolline, staring at the screen. Frowning, astonishment before finally gently wiping the screen and gluing the square flat object in the ear.

“Where are you now? Don't tell me you're going to Marisa's!” cerocos Ditya's. Not yet had time to greet Frolline, her husband had overtaken first.

“Ko ..”

“Where are you, Fro? Why go to Marisa's. You know Koko doesn't like you going there!” ditya continued, speaking long. There was a noise in the conversation. Looks like Ditya is still at the venue.

There was a small laugh of Ditya, repeatedly asking Frolline to change her nickname, still his wife called as usual.

“Koko will return to Jakarta soon. Quickly go home, Fro!” pinta Ditya's.

“Yes, after meeting Mami, I will be home soon,” break up Frolline.

“Back now, Fro. Wait for Koko to come home to Marisa,” firmly Ditya.

“I've been in almost to Mami's place, later I call again Ko,” break up Frolline, turn off the phone connection. Without thinking about the feeling of Ditya who is confused when he finds his wife entering the house of the ex-girlfriend.

***

The afternoon passed, the evening picked up. Time has shown at 17:40, but Frolline is still at home with Marisa by the pool. Enjoying the twilight breeze, soothing a messy heart. It feels like a long time no talking, complaining to a figure who has been considered his own mother.

“Mi ...” Frolline opened the conversation. It looked serious, in contrast to their chatter all afternoon. Just discussing unimportant things. He sat down, looking at the small ripples of pool water.

“What's up, Fro?” Marisa listened, sipping orange juice left half a glass.

“Manya Koko return to Indonesia ... and stay with us at penthouse.” Frolline starts the story. His hands squeezed into each other's lap, bowed to hide the look of a sad and depressed face.

“Gosh. How could? It is not that daddy does not allow Aunt Lily to set foot in Indonesia,” said Marisa, confused. He knew clearly the objection of the daddy.

“Mami knows my mother-in-law?” tanya Frolline raised her gaze. As if to forget, Marisa is the biological daughter of Halim Hadinata. Of course he knows a lot.

“Know. When Aunt Lily came into my family, I was only 12 years old. He was ushered in by a man to meet daddy. At that time, I did not know the purpose of his arrival.” Marisa storytelling.

With a sigh, Marisa looks hard to reopen the story of her family's past.

“Tante Lily used to be simple, two-pointed hair. He is only five years older than me,” continued Marisa.

“What is he good, Mi?” asked Frolline innocently.

“Looks good. If not a good woman, it is impossible to marry daddy. It's just, I don't know what his true nature is. Only met once, after that Aunt Lily lived in Australia until giving birth Ditya.”

Frolline. The story of her mother-in-law was very important to her. He knows how to behave later.

“If Koko's mother is good .. why not let me get pregnant,” Frolline's story slowly.

Deg —'s

“You're not pregnant, are you?” ask Marisa, guess.

“I don't know, Mi.” Frolline shook her head. His face was flat and stiff without any expression.

“This is serious, Fro? Pregnant is not kidding.”

“I don't know, Mi. I don't feel like anything has changed. It's just that my period is already a week late,” explained Frolline.

“You checked it?” ask Marisa again.

“Numbered, Mi. I'm used to being late. My schedule is not always right.”

“Fro, if you are still a virgin, no problem want to be late a week, a month. If you are married, late menstruation can be pregnant,” cerocos Marisa.

Ditya already know?” ask Marisa again.

“Number ...”

***

TB