Love Should Choose
Bali Dreamland

Do not think Molan will take for granted the job-desc delivered by Herwanto to him. Nah! the stack of files on the table that should have been studied, just glanced at without him touching. He was just sitting on his chin, a pen tapped to the table, a sign he was thinking about something else.

An hour ago, Herwanto was so patient in giving direction to Molan various things, the scope of the work he did.The young master was just sitting quietly leaning on the chair, occasionally glancing at Herwanto, the young master, but more playing his gadgets.

"Young master understands what I'm saying?" ask Herwanto after explaining at length the problem and condition of the hotel.

Molan put his phone on the table, "Let's understand.I'm stupid!" ketus Molan with a pouty face.

Herwanto smiled faintly, then got up and approached Molan who was still in a sitting position. He understood the nature of the young man before him. The man who from childhood he cared for, was like a child for him, even though he himself had no blood relation with Mr. Erick Mahendra.

"Then, happy working young master, if there is trouble tell Om yes," he said, patting Molan on the shoulder several times and leaving Molan's room without waiting for a response.

"Aishh.." snorted the man who greeted the young master.

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Farada stepped down from I Gusti Ngurah Rai airport taxi at exactly 13:00 p.m. The girl stared for a moment at the luxurious resort where she worked. The face of the Sumringah is clearly visible. Working in Bali was his dream. Three days ago, this beautiful girl had signed a work contract at Jakarta headquarters. Permit to work in Bali he was able to do after his father gave understanding to the mother, who was initially very opposed.

"Sorry sir..."Farada approached a hotel security guard in a black-and-black shirt.

"Yes mbak? anything I need to help you with?" answer security politely.

"I want to ask the personnel section, where are you?"

"Please go through the side door near the reservation, then turn left through, well.that's the connecting road to the personnel office," replied the security while directing his hand towards the reservation.

"Oh, well sir, thanks for the information, I'm sorry." Farada nodded respectfully and immediately stepped in the direction shown by the security earlier.

It was not difficult for Farada to find the intended personnel room. Glancing briefly up to make sure, written by the Human Resource Department, the girl then entered and met the receptionist and showed the envelope with the hotel logo to meet with the personnel manager.

"Well, wait a minute ma'am,"

Farada nodded his head and took a seat on the sofa. While waiting for the call to meet, the girl opened a magazine containing catalogues and information about the hotel.

Luxury Resort Hotel is a five-star luxury resort hotel in the coastal area of Nusa Dua - Bali. With a view overlooking the Indian Ocean. The hotel offers diverse resort facilities and a relaxing getaway in Bali.

"Mother Farada, please come in, was waiting for the mother of manager Sylvia Lumintang inside," the soft voice of the receptionist dissolved Farada's concentration.

"Oh, well, thank you" said Farada and knocked on the door to his left.

"Lake in!" An authoritatively beautiful woman raised her face looking straight at Farada and immediately let the girl sit in front of her desk. He was about three or four years above Farada.

Farada handed the placement envelope and the logo map containing copies of his data to Sylvia. The manager's mother carefully read the file and opened the computer to match the information she received via email from the head office in Jakarta. Then the woman in front of Farada took a special office cell phone and contacted someone.

"Farada, your data is appropriate and complete. Starting tomorrow morning, you can already work in the Marketing & Promo section. You'll work with a few people as a marketing team and later as...."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and two people entered without waiting for Sylvia to answer.

Both of them turned to the side.

Farada gawked, surprised to see two men enter, one of whom was a human who was quite familiar with him, "Death to me!" he muttered involuntarily while patting his eel.

Sylvia frowned in surprise at a glance look at Farada's speech and behavior.

"Sorry mother Sylvia," Farada realized his words sounded impolite in front of the manager's mother.Both hands cupped on the chest of a sign of guilt. Moreover, this is his first introduction, must show attitude and good impression, right? ooh! b*d*h once me!

"Good afternoon Herwanto, sir,...Young Master," Sylvia stood slightly bowing respectfully to the two men who entered. Farada followed.

"Good day" Herwanto said hello.

"Woahhh..hai, who is this? hohoho," Molan's mouth was rounded with a face of surprise that a split-second instantly turned annoying after his memory recalled the girl in front of him.

"Do you know each other?" ask Herwanto wonder.

"No sir!"

"Know dong..."

Very compact they answered.

Farada spontaneously shook his head, Molan grinned seductively. While Sylvia question marks in the heart with a frowning forehead, this is who the young master, his girlfriend, or?

"Farada, meet Hermanto Damanik. He is the leader of Luxury Resort," said Sylvia to break the situation.

Farada was nervous, but soon mastered his mind and reached out to shake, "I Farada Anastha Handoko, just got a work placement from Jakarta here, Mr. Hermanto. And, please guide her" greeted Farada while throwing her most sincere smile.

"Yes, I have a report from Ms. Sylvia, and if so, tomorrow morning we have a briefing and meeting at 07.00 am, prepare yourself immediately," said Herwanto, and then continued his sentence, "you'll get a room to stay while you work here."

"Alright sir, thank you in advance," Farada replied quickly.

Nightfall...

Farada had just finished tidying up the clothes he had taken out of the suitcase into the wardrobe. And, after all was felt enough, including the old model's alarm clock, but it was very effective in helping him to wake up in the morning, had been placed on the nightstand.

The next activity that will be done is to clean the face in front of the glass, must be stopped when the sound of the doorbell of the room. The girl looked at the clock at the table, eight o'clock. Who's night-night?

"Just a moment." he said as he walked towards the door. He's not gonna ask 'who', is he? because they want to make a good impression. This isn't his house. He thought, maybe the hotel there is a need, or there is a forgetfulness of the notification that will be prepared for tomorrow's meeting.

There's nobody?

Farada peeked at the small hole in the door, only dark as if covered in something. Though the lights outside his room that directly leads to the open sea so bright. Curious, he opened the door to look.

Astagfirullah!

Farada was surprised by the eyeballing.

"Hi.." with an innocent face, Molan stood in front of the door and directly barged in without any excuse. Farada had to be pushed to the side because his shoulder was slightly bumped, so Molan now successfully entered and went straight to the room and slept on his back on the girl's bed.

"Heh!!, come out!" farada yelled and reflexes immediately hunted in, picked up the bolster and beat repeatedly the face, stomach and legs of the annoying man, but Molan did not budge. He just pretended to sleep.

"Wake up dong.." Farada's voice sounded soft. He's tired of beating but won't wake up. Her tears began to melt. If until the hotel knows there is a man in his room, the impression will be bad, or even have not started work has been fired.

Molan opened his eyes, after he heard the slow stuffing. He saw both of the girl's shoulders shaken while standing near him lying down. The man immediately got up, and pulled Farada's hand to sit on the sofa outside the room but soon on the edge of Farada.

"Why do you come play in, it's night, you know?'

"Yes, so here, someone wants to talk about tomorrow"

"Sok day!, what's wrong with tomorrow?" farada's omel continues. Tears as quickly as they dry up. Because it was a lie cry, so that Molan woke up.eh succeeded!

"Job problems, here sitting on the couch" said Molan.

Farada did not respond, his hands resting on his chest.

"If so, I'm sleeping again," feeling unwell, Molan wakes up to enter Farada's room again.

"Eh..don't!" Farada quickly pushed Molan out.

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