Love Should Choose
Last Night in Sapporo

Molan's room bell rang twice, he gasped, he saw the sunlight had entered in the crack of his room horden. He shook his head so that a little dizziness was reduced due to last night re-chugging wine with Tommy.

Back the room bell rang...

Who the hell.?, he murmured while getting out of bed, he walked out, did not forget to look at Tommy's empty room for a moment, where is Tommy ?

He opened the door, in front of Christopher standing in his neat clothes, contrasting with the situation of Molan who only wears jeans without wearing a top showing his athletic muscles.

"Holy boss?, just woke up?..all night drinking again?", said Christ flicked his hand and entered following the steps of Molan who immediately turned around.

"It's early in the morning too!", ketus Molan went into his room to pick up a shirt.

"For.?, see what time it is?", Christ showed Molan a watch, and Molan was shocked,"hah.?, 10 o'clock?, s*alan Tommy didn't wake me up!".

"Tommy was in Tokyo, she said she wanted to find something".

"Trus..What are you here for?", asked Molan later.

"The big master called you boss, in the waiting room" replied Christ in formal language.

Molan's countenance changed, "what's the matter?".

"I don't know, in the wait now, don't forget to take a bath first boss, lost tuh smell of alcohol" said Christ while walking out and saying goodbye.

Molan immediately rushed to take a bath, if his papa had called personally like this, usually it was something very important.

***

This is where Molan is now, sitting in front of Erick, his papa. For a moment, there was no conversation. Mr. Erick just sat leaning on his big chair crossing his legs observing the behavior of Molan who just looked down with a look of unfriendly face.

"Molan...do you know why you called me here?".

Molan shook his head, "No idea.", he replied indifferently still subjecting his gaze to the floor.

"So, in the morning Heryawan, his father Donna called papa.", Mr. Erick suspended his sentence, while noting the change in Molan's face, but his son remained unmoved. He looked at her face without surprise.

"Trus .?", Molan scrunched his forehead.

"Sir Heryawan said, Donna cried last night, said you were angry with her, right?".

Molan began to understand the direction of this papa talk, he squeaked with a dislike look, "yes, because he interfered with my affairs", he replied indifferently, "by the way Donna is the same sir Hery, pa?".

Mr. Erick then recounted the conversation between himself and his father Donna this morning. "The bottom line is, Donna says she doesn't want you to turn to another woman, and she asks when you want to propose to Donna...".

Instantly, Molan's head looked up at his papa's face, "i've said many times to Donna, I don't want to marry him, pa".

Mr. Erick sighed, then stood up from his seat walking closer to the window of the room, looking out, "sir Heryawan is a business partner of papa, to strengthen our business empire, he asks you to mate with his son".

"...and, papa agreed, ck..all because of business", interrupted Molan cut his papa talk fast.

"For, you think in any case it is good!, after all Donna is beautiful, kind and indeed in love with you", Erick said as he glanced at his son at a glance, and then looked back outside.

"Ck..papa did not know her behavior, Donna's style glamour, haughty, spoiled and like parties, sir Hery also do not know? the kid likes dugem?".

"....hey!, you're like a righteous man when you say, what are you like?, good man?", said Mr. Erick cutting his son's sentence. "And you should be married, let it be true, what do you want to be like this continue, hurrah-hura!, and.", Mr. Erick then turned to step closer, "...remember, papa will not leave it all to you, if you are still like this, in high school instead of focusing on building your own life, eh this is not waste of time, play girl, get drunk!", said the papa with high intonation.

"Who's playing the girl anyway?", Molan scrunched up his forehead denying the accusations.

"Anyway, if you are still playing too, watch out for you.When you come back home?, papa there is your assignment to Bali, there is a job there", mr. Erick then shifted the topic of discussion about the plans to renovate their hotel on the island of the Gods.

"Later pa, I still have someone to work here.., if papa has finished talking, I want to go back to the room" replied Molan standing up.

"Yes" answered Molan short and left before his father.

Mr. Erick stared at the departure of his son while kneeling the temple.

***

Nights...

Tissa approached Farada's room, which was preparing - ready to leave. Tonight there's a visit to a theater in the city center. Farada was so enthusiastic this time because the theater will also be filled by one of his favorite singers.

"Fara, are you ready?, let's go".

After a while, Farada and Tissa arrive at the hotel lobby. Tissa had prepared a taxi waiting in front of the lobby, but their steps were intercepted by Molan who arrived - arriving from behind.

"Hey girl, I'll talk to you for a second".

"Isshh.he again, want to do the hell!", Farada brushed off the hand of Molan who tried to pull him. Tissa who saw the scene, gawked. Already twice he saw there were people who dared to yell at Molan in public.

"I need a moment, want to talk to you" said Molan as he again tried to reach Farada's hand that had opened the taxi door. Tissa had also opened the door from next door.

Farada did not make a sound, he gave a murderous look.

Molan then let go of the girl's hand seeing Farada just shut up and let the girl in the taxi and closed the door with a little slamming.

Tissa who was feeling bad, tried to explain to Molan that they wanted to go watch the theater, "sorry young master, we want to go to...", but his sentence was not kept when Molan's eyes glared at him. The girl shrieked, then bowed respectfully, then got into the taxi.

Molan only looked at the departure of the taxi with disappointment, there were many things he wanted to convey but he was forced to undo.

In the taxi...

"Fara, you're the only one who dares to behave so similarly to that young master".

"But she is indeed brash Tissa, she bullies me constantly, I am also confused, she is always around me constantly, when the girl is there" Farada explained with an upset face.

Tissa smiled wryly, "uhh.but if I see yes, it seems like the young master has a crush on you".

"Dih.amit - amit!, ogah I'm the same him, not the type I really am, drunk, muffled, rough, huh!".

"Don't sewot dong, ntar behind loh.", interrupted Tissa then teasing.

"Why are we talking about him anyway?, besides I already have the type of guy I like to know!", Farada then imagined someone far across.

"Who?, dong's story", Tissa poked Farada's arm as she shifted her seat to face her new friend.

Farada then told Restu who had seized his wishful thinking lately. Excitedly he told her his dream man that started from a catering order until finally he could steal - steal a look at the man's good looks.

"Which handsome is the same young master Molan?.

Farada was stunned for a moment, "same - just as handsome, just different characters.pak Restu it, handsome calm, authoritative, if this Molan, rancid, uracant, drunkard, far from the criteria I'm the Molan, not me!".

Farada told me while playing his finger, and then flinched, "Yahh.my ring is gone again!", while remembering to miss where it was.

Farada was sad, his ring was lost again, but this was his last night in Sapporo, because tomorrow he returned to his homeland.

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