Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 99: You don't love her, do you?

Ditya stepped foot, out of the private jet belonging to the family Halim Hadinata. His face looked flat, hiding panic and worry. Once he heard his wife visit the brother's house, the man went crazy. And Matt, the assistant becomes the impingement.

Half-run, out of Halim Perdana Kusuma airport. Matt cursed annoyed when he had to follow behind the employer.

Bruk!

The body collision was inevitable. Ditya who hastily nudged someone in the parking lot.

“Sorry, I'm in a hurry.” Without seeing who he hit again, he just walked away.

“Crazy Rich Surabaya ... Ditya Lim!” shouted a man, looked at Ditya's back who had just hit her and left without further ado.

Deg—

Such a familiar voice. Of course he knew this voice. He turned around to make sure the owner of the voice.

“Wow! Crazy Rich Jakarta, Pratama Wirayudha.” Ditya walked over, hugging the man who was commonly called Wira.

“Ah, you could have. I'm nothing compared to you. Heir Halim Group,” said Wira, reject call crazy rich.

“I'm even worse then. I still use my daddy's money,” said Ditya, widened.

“That people know, Ditya Lim .. yes the crazy rich.” Hero.

“How are you, Bro?” ditya asked, patting Wira's back tightly. It was so nice to see her partner again after so long.

The single, handsome man with a million charms in front of him is one of the best friends who joined the super fast car club with a bull's emblem. Although only a year Wira joined there, Ditya was quite close to him.

“Good, Bro. From where?” ask Wira. Unhugging her. His face looks bright, can meet with Ditya. His best friend suddenly disappeared. Not active in various luxury car communities.

“Semarang. Where are you from yourself? Don't tell me you're still looking for your missing ex-wife,” todong Ditya.

“I'm new from Yogyakarta. Yes, that is .. said the commander of Tian Feng, since long ago so love, the pain is endless,” said Wira chuckled.

“Come on! Move on dong, Bro. There are so many beautiful and sexy women around you. Just pointing with the fingertips, they will take off her sex dress and follow you without much thought,” said Ditya, laughing.

“Women are not a priority anymore. I'm more in love with a big project or a new sports car, that's more exciting, Bro. More sexy looks,” said Wira casually.

“Where have you been all this time? I did not see you at various events,” continued Wira.

“I'm married,” says Ditya.

“Really?”

Ditya.

“Congratulation, Bro. I'm glad to hear it.” The hero returned to greet and hug Ditya. Express the joy of the happy news delivered by his best friend.

“Ah, you are happy because now you have no competition. You are the only single man in the club.” Ditya.

“Ya .. that's also the reason.” Hero.

“With Sandra?” ask the hero to find out.

“Not, my wife is just an ordinary person. Different class with Sandra.” Ditya's face changed as she told it.

“Ok, I'm in a hurry, Bro. We will have to fly to Bali later. Next time we collect again” pamit Wira.

“Ok, Bro. Take care!”

***

Along the way, Ditya seemed troubled. AC luxury car is not able to dampen the heart that is getting heated. Imagining Frolline with Firstan who could have stolen the opportunity in the narrow. He did not want to until his household was destroyed because of a third person in the midst of asking for the blessing of his parents.

Moreover, he knew clearly how the love story of his wife with the nephew. This makes the 35-year-old crazy. It's like being reminded of the football first. Admittedly or not, it has been a thorn in the household of others. The more he gets here, the more guilt haunts him.

Now it's turned around. His household was shaken by a third person, although it was still in the form of his fear alone.

The phone in the hand that was constantly contacting Frolline, Ditya grew even more panicked when none of his calls managed to connect.

“Matt, please contact Zoe, make sure my wife does not meet with First,” Ditya command, close her eyes. Tired of travel is no longer felt. Right now, he wanted to get to Marisa's house immediately and bring her home.

“Bos, Madam is still there, but your nephew hasn't been seen since. Or maybe still in the office.” Matt explained what he knew.

***

Frolline returned to the house after saying goodbye to Marisa. Just about to grab the handbag that was on the living room table, Firstan suddenly appeared before him.

“First? Have you come home from work?” asked Frolline in surprise, staring at the clock on her wrist.

Firman shakes. “I'm not going to the office today. Not feeling well,” says Firstan.

Spontaneously, Frolline placed the back of her hand on the forehead of the man in the casual suit. Home t-shirt paired with knee-length pants.

“You've taken medicine, First?” asked Frolline when she found the body hot.

“But.” Firstan answered briefly. The jet-black Netra stared fixedly at the pretty face of Frolline. Highlight those eyes, save the wound.

Unexpectedly, the man pulled Frolline's hand and led her into his room. Unconcerned by Frolline's refusal and resistance, Firstan paid attention to her hearing. Ignoring all the pleas of the woman who is now in her own Tantate.

“First, don't do this. What do you want to talk about? We'll talk here.” Frolline refused, but his strength was not comparable. Firstan managed to drag him into the room.

The door of the room was tightly closed. The sound of the key child being rotated and thrown origin made Frolline shudder. Usually he never felt fear every time dealing with Firstan, but now everything feels different. He remembered Ditya. Her husband would be angry again if he found out, he was in the room of Firstan.

“What do you want, First?” tanya Frolline tried to keep her distance as far as possible.

Every instantant stepped forward and approached, Frolline would step back and move away. Sweep every corner of the room that was very familiar to him. He even slept in this room once. The smell is still here.

“You're really pregnant, Fro?” ask Firstan. After a long silence, the man opened his voice.

“I don't know, First.”

“You seriously married her?” ask Firstan. His eyes looked pitiful.

Frolline bergeming.

“You really slept with him. Can you do it, Fro? You can do it with a man you don't love, Fro?” ask Firstan, desperate.

“Sorry .. but Ditya my husband. I can what. I can't refuse a man who has full rights over me.” Frolline said softly.

Firstan smiled wryly. This time his heart was completely broken. Knowing Frolline was married, he was almost crazy. However, when he found out Frolline was pregnant with another boy, he was no longer able to.

“I never even touched Angell during our wedding, Fro. I cannot betray you. Angell and I were an accident. If I'm aware, I can't touch it.” Firstan was sitting limp on the floor.

All this time, he still held hope. He knew clearly that Frolline and his Om marriage was not based on love. Hoping that one day Frolline would come to her senses and return to her. Their relationship was not short. There are a lot of memories that can't just be thrown away.

Still mentioning the name Frolline in each of his prayers, Firstan still hopes they mate someday. To this day it still waits in its place because it knows it cannot intervene in the Frolline household relationship.

But the wait was in vain. Frolline was not aware of his feelings otherwise the woman he loved was increasingly falling into Ditya's arms. Even seeing the fear on Frolline's face at the moment, he knew that Frolline's heart was no longer his.

“Tell me that you still love me, Fro. You don't love her, do you?” ask Firstan.

“You're not pregnant with her child, are you?”

***

TB

The curious story of Wira, the crazy rich Jakarta, can be read in Stare Me, My Husband.