Love Should Choose
Molan Who Is Back

Farada was shocked when the door of his room was knocked, at first slowly but then the knock got louder. He gasped from the sofa, then sat down for a while to remember why he had to wake up on the sofa. After realizing last night that he had locked a Molan in his room drunk.

Earlier...

Molan jolted from his sleep, it was morning, the sunlight was already visible from the gap of the room curtains. His head is dizzy and still feels heavy from drinking wine last night. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head to get rid of the dizziness.

Suddenly his face stiffened in shock and looked around, He realized this was not his room, but did not remember who he was sleeping in. Duh!.would I sleep in the guest room, or..women call well?

Molan then hurriedly woke up, after tidying up his clothes and wearing a suit that had splattered on the floor, he reached into the wallet in the pocket ahh , then he took out a few pieces of Yen currency and placed them on the table. It means to compensate for the loss.

Farada opened the door, Molan gawked, his mouth round in disbelief turned out to be in the room of the girl he had kidnapped last night. "Heh!.kamu really - benar b**ngan well?, just go into someone's room, drunk anyway!, I don't care who you are, you have disturbed the privacy of guests, you have disturbed, I'll report you!", Farada directly hit Molan with sharp words, He can't stand it anymore because twice this man interrupted his vacation time.

Molan put on a silly look, "Eh.hehe sorry, it turns out I'm in your room, don't get mad dong, we're one clump to work together in a country of people", he said absurd while scratching - scratching the head that does not itch.

"Have you, get out of here!", Farada beat Molan on the shoulder and pushed the man's back out.

"Slow down my head is still dizzy!", said Molan walking after Farada's encouragement while shaking his head.

"I - I. we don't know!, smell your body!.., you drunkard!, take a bath there!", Farada then slammed the door when Molan was out.

Farada then went into the room where Molan lived, Aisshh! his grunts while opening the curtains and the window let the sunlight in, he shook the room air so that the smell of alcohol changed. But then his eyes were fixed on the table, he saw that there were several pieces of Yen currency there. S**lan!, she thinks I'm a call girl, take money!. He grabbed the sheet and pondered what to do later.

A few hours after that...

"So you sleep in the girl's room that you took with you last night on a gondola?", asked Tommy as they were having breakfast downstairs. Tommy's been in the room looking for Molan with questions about where he went from last night.

"Yes, I don't remember, I forgot whose room, yes it was.gegara drank excess!", replied Molan casually.

"Trus, do you know him bro?", asked Tommy slightly whispering with a silly look.

"About lo, I'm not what - apain, which I have in the nagel - same omelin in..a".

Molan's words were interrupted, suddenly Farada came slamming some money into the table, "Heh..!, this what do you mean you left money in my room?, you consider me a paid girl?", unceremoniously stale Farada nagged Molan who looked up with a puzzled face. As Tommy stroked his chest, his eyes glared. Just this time a Molan in omelin women, and it's in the open.

"No, my guts, that's not what I mean, tad.", Molan wanted to tell Farada that he meant just to make up for the losses he caused, but it's not so, it's not the right time.

"I'm.I'm!, we just got to know!", Farada's intonation hasn't decreased, he's still upset. "Yes, I was just that..". again the sentence Molan had to stop, his words were immediately cut Farada, "anyhow I do not accept, it is the same as consider me a woman not true, you drunk!", said Farada then left Molan and Tommy who just fell silent amazed.

"Crazy for girls, dare to be her!", Tommy shook his head and saw the money sheet that Farada slammed on the table, "is that lo apain anyway he bro? so fierce?", he continued later.

Molan stared silently at Farada's back until he disappeared at the turn towards the elevator. He became interested in the girl's personality.

"Hoi!, even dumbly.waahh, don't - don't have a crush", led Tommy when his best friend did not respond to his talk. "Here you go, eat it" Molan then pointed to the food in front of him. But, just about to resume his breakfast, Molan's phone vibrates, Christopher calls him.

"Hello.?", Molan initially said casually, but then his countenance stiffened and paled, "when..?".

"Huh.?, it's already on the way here?", Molan then cut off the conversation, "gawat.!", he told Tommy and passed away from there with a frantic face leaving his breakfast show. Tommy followed him, "what the hell is it?", he asked without understanding. "Why I've headed here, I have to run away first" he said without concern Tommy who finally panicked. That's not good news for either of them.

***

In another corner, Farada was waiting for the elevator, but when the door opened he passed by Tissa who had just come out. "Well.here is he, I'm looking, where is Fara?", asked Tissa to hold Farada's arm who wanted to enter the elevator. "Eh ..Tissa, I've done nagging that br*hgsek guy!, well, he thinks I'm a paid girl what?".

"What do you mean?, who br*ngs*k is Fara?", Tissa who doesn't know sit around gawking. "Ntar I told you, but not here" he said as he stepped into the elevator.

"Eh..but?, today we have a schedule here.", Tissa then showed me a brochure in her hand. "To the mountain sheep farm?".

"Yes, not only there but here as well", replied Tissa while showing the places that will be visited that day. "Yaudah, I'll take my jacket to my room".

"I wait in the lobby", Tissa then exited when the elevator reached the lobby floor, while Farada continued to her room.

Twenty minutes later...

Tissa and Farada prepare to enter a taxi that will take them to the farm. Farada went in first, but suddenly someone grabbed him and took a taxi and sat down beside Farada, until Tissa bounced back because she was pulled back by the man. A man without permission immediately closed the taxi door and told the driver to leave immediately. He is not aware of Farada's whereabouts. The man lowered his head when a car came and stopped in front of the lobby and saw a father coming down. Mr. Subronto Erick, Molan's papa has arrived at his hotel.

"Hey..!! Aisshh...kamu again!", said Farada to aghast startled so aware not Tissa who was beside him, but Molan!, "why the hell do you bother me continue?", he cried then, then, the taxi driver was also surprised to hear it.

"Sstt.!".silently!", Molan stuck his index finger in his mouth, while still lowering his head. Farada looked out, surely he was afraid of that person inwardly.

An authoritative gaffer was seen being greeted with reverence by hotel employees who lined up in the lobby.

"Udah sir, the street manhunt!", Molan ordered the driver.

For a moment, no conversation took place. Farada looked out at the snow that filled the city, the day was near noon, but the air temperature was getting colder. "Where are we going?", the voice of the driver broke the silence while stopping the car, from earlier this driver did not know where to take the passenger.

"Oh.ehh, here we are, sir", Farada flinched from his daydreams and then showed him a small map from earlier in his hand. The driver looked for a moment, then "mountain sheep farm", the driver thought for a while, "meaning we should turn around, but later I could not get to the farm, there is no car access, you have to continue on foot" said the driver as he returned to run his car looking for a place to turn around.

"It's just me sir, he's not coming!", Farada protested while glancing with a sullen face at Molan beside him. Molan only grinned with a silly look without saying a word. "But have been there?, the hearts will be targeted, because there is no vehicle access there", said the driver advising Farada.

"Not yet..!".

"Well!", Molan chimed in on the driver's words while flicking his finger.

"What.?", replied Farada with bulging eyes, "so the go must be the same?, you have been there before?", he continued and narrowed his eyes.

"Yes not yet, but it's as if there's a friend stray, right?".

"No way!, I go alone.", Farafa replied quickly, still keukeuh do not want to be accompanied by a man who is very annoying in his eyes.

"Well.!", Molan threw his face aside, looking out at the glass.

After a while later, the taxi stopped at a crossroads, the atmosphere looks a bit quiet, because tourists rarely visit the area of the sheep farm.

Molan reached into his pocket to pay for a taxi, but then he patted his eel because his wallet was left behind in a hotel room, due to the rush to go afraid to meet his papa.

Seeing Molan's reaction, Farada asked as he frowned "why are you?", while paying the taxi fare.

"My wallet is missing, I will replace all the costs that you spend today yes".

"I. I!, don't change, you don't come with me anyway" replied Farada while getting out of the taxi.

"Yaa.don't ditu dong, don't be that formal, we've had a few conversations and met.I haven't been breakfast before, borrow your money, first, actually, I'll change all your costs today, if I need to change the double!". Molan continued to follow Farada's steps from behind. Hearing that Farada stopped, and turned around, "you always judge something with money well?, what do you think I am a woman anyway?".

"Yaa.wrongly respond again. That's not what I mean, instead I respect you, you have I repotin and you are here also the destination of tourism, your expenditure must be a lot.and we are the same - one group, one nation, one nation, help each other, at least don't judge that.". Molan said, he was a little upset because the woman in front of him never said softly to him.

"Bodo!", Farada returned back and walked towards the point of the map he was carrying. "You've got a girl, you help that's your boyfriend, this is even in stay - stay".

"That's not my girlfriend, she's the one who keeps chasing me".

Farada just shrugged his shoulders ignoring Molan's answer. But he thought the man's words were true as well, in this country people should be helping each other, just because they were already upset by the events of that night, whose body is arbitrary in the hug and his lips are only a few inches away almost stolen by the man. Fortunately it is almost.

Molan kept following Farada's steps from behind, about a meter away, his stomach was already hungry.

They finally arrived at the farm. After talking for a while with the owner of the farm, although with Farada's conversation was laid out - bricks in Japanese because it uses a dictionary, but fortunately there is a Molan who is quite fluent in communication helps, they were also involved in the farm. The owner taught me how to raise mountain sheep well.

After quite a while, the communication between Molan and Farada began to melt. Occasionally Farada had to scold Molan, who was unable to feed the sheep, and also threw a lump of snow as Molan jokingly kicked one of the sheep's buttocks as the sheep came out of line.

***

"Hey girl.ayo we look for food yuk, I'm hungry, breakfast was not so", Molan with a warm face sitting on the snow, it's noon, but the air is getting cold. A few minutes ago, they had come out of the ranch area.

"Hey.hey, it's polite to call people!", replied Farada glaring. "Yes, your name I don't know".

Farada looked up, then walked into a small stall selling ramen noodles. One of the best noodles in Japan, which contains eggs and leaves and mixed vegetable toge.

Molan just gawked at Farada who was so greedy eating the ramen noodles, he was not used to eating noodles, so to speak never.

"Why are you silent?, he said hungry.Yes, eat!", said Farada when he saw that the man was just dumb as he had no taste.

"I don't usually eat noodles, never have" Molan replied without taking his eyes off the bowl.

"Huh..never?", Farada patted his eel. Molan shook his head in disbelief, "seriously.?", he continued, laughing.

"Why are you laughing.?, it's strange that people don't like noodles?", Molan said staring in surprise, but he finally tried too. At first it felt foreign, long ago so good he thought, and run out.

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Resume...