Love Should Choose
Control your Mind, Farada

"Res...You really don't remember me? we used to meet a few times, when you were in college in London," Samantha asked, opening the conversation, the girl then took a sitting position. Several times he met, he felt that this Restu as if he did not know him, The conversation was very stiff.

Restu who was walking to fetch mineral water in the refrigerator, turned to Samantha with a frown, this is a question that the umpteenth time was thrown from the girl's mouth, he said, and he tried to remember but found nothing."Hm...maybe we've met before, just because I focus on college, so I don't remember who I've met there," Restu replied diplomatically, handing over the mineral water to Samantha. His recall in remembering one's face might suck a little!

Samantha mangosteen trying to understand it, this man is indeed classified as a meper if it may be called that, "If...Sylvia Lumintang, remember?"

Restu was shocked and stunned for a moment. He changed his sitting position, straightening his back. "You know Sylvia?" Restu asked a question back.

Samantha smiled faintly displaying both dimples of her cheeks, "She's my cousin." replied the girl locked onto Restu's gaze, "and.we used to interact several times, when I accompanied Sylvia to meet you, in a cafe in the corner of the city near the campus, still don't remember?"

Gesture Restu went awry after hearing Samantha's confession."Ahh.yeah, just remember!" Restu re-arranged his sitting position, slightly forward, while wiggling his index finger towards the sweet girl, "you who always wear the hat?, Bob's hair is short?"

Samantha nodded, assuring. "Me and Sylvia are cousins of my mother, but my papa is English, while Sylvia's papa is Indonesian."

"Oohh.i see, only at that time you look very tomboyish.and, I think you are a bule you know! English as well."

Restu's words were met with a crisp laugh of Samantha. "Because I was born and raised in London, and only a few years ago lived in Indonesia. At that time, my Indonesian was still stammering, so embarrassed!"

"And, now it's smooth, more medog!" restu continued chiming while laughing until he showed his neat teeth.

Samantha was stunned to see the laughter of Restu. it turns out the man who she thought was cold, stiff as untouchable, it was fun if you already know.the laugh was loh! the aura of his fondness becomes. Uh!

"By the way, where is Sylvia now, Samantha?" tanya Restu breaks Samantha's delusional concentration.

The girl raised her face while mastering her thoughts, "Call Titha aja to be more familiar, that's my little call..," she paused the sentence, "Sylvia works here, at this hotel..." samantha answered again locking in Restu's eyes to see the reaction of the man before her, who was successfully aghast.

"Huh?..oh yeah?"

The chatter came to a halt as Restu raised his hand, he felt like there was someone behind the door, faintly no shadow from the reflection of the light of the corridor lights outside. And, that step is like stepping away.

"Sounds there's someone outside?" answer Restu. In a few moments he stepped foot towards the door.

"Who?" samantha asked while looking out of the room.

"Nobody, maybe the hotel employee or guest was passing by." replied Restu looked to the left and right of the room hallway, and moved to glance at his watch.

"Maybe, there's a seminar tomorrow, so many guests have come today," Samantha chimed in on Restu's words, and also glanced at her watch, "in that case, I'm back in the room? it's late at night too, thanks u time, Res.when we talk again yes," said Samantha as she glanced and passed away.

"OK.sama-sama," the man raised his thumb.

***

Farada was sitting beside a swimming pool not far from his room, that night there was no one but himself, who was sad. His gaze was blankly looking at the pool water before him.The buttocks on both hands were refuted by both knees bent.

Last afternoon, an order for his employee-made chicken soto came after he called Dian , the assistant he now handed over to take care of a cafe in Jakarta two days ago. He asked to be sent using tupperware with separate spices, so as not to stale on the way, and must pack strong, so as not to mess the contents. Understandably, sometimes packages like to be thrown around or in scatters are not confused by the cargo if it has been input into the aircraft baggage, right?

In the kitchen room, with a burning spirit, while singing indistinctly, the soto that Dian sent and then he heated in a small stove that was prepared for the employees who lived in the hotel, he said, then mix it in the sow afterwards.

After all was complete, the special soto was immediately ready to be delivered to his beloved prince, his idol.

The goal, in addition to giving a surprise, to be impressed as a good wife later.also to melt the atmosphere that was tense this afternoon because of the trouble maker Molan. Huh!

With a light step, and a knotty smile suddenly his body was stunned before knocking on the door of Restu's room. He heard a faint sound of people chatting. That's a female voice. His voice is crisp sounding. And, what makes the forehead wrinkle turns out that the prince is not a cute man, not a polar man! the proof, now he heard the man chiming in with laughter. A very familiar conversation. Did they intentionally not close the door? to be heard by that person?

Slowly his eyes condensed. She's not a bad girl!

"Hi..."

Farada raised his face quickly, the tears that rose he wiped. He looked to the side towards the sound. As it turned out, Molan walked towards her with a cheerful smile.

Guy sucks!

Farada did not reply to Molan's greeting, He was not eager to fight neck veins with the man, and he again looked forward lazily.

But, wait! it was not the usual canned drink he was scrambling in his refrigerator, it had its star emblem. And, the smell of alcohol is smelled from the smell of this man's mouth.

Farada snatched the can in Molan's hands, and.really, it was an alcoholic drink. Even though it is still within the tolerances that the government allows. Farada clucked after seeing the drink, then without further ado he threw it towards the trash can near the swimming pool park. Then turn his eyes back to the front.

"Aiishhh.you are. I just drank a little bit of it. It's still a lot of that!" great-grandson Molan grumbled as he rubbed his nape.

Farada remained silent without a sound. The girl did not respond to Molan's grunts. His gaze did not change staring at the pool water, as if he was alone right now.

"Aishh..women if you are heartbroken, as if this world is doomsday!.oohh women, but live it..awww! sick Farada!" Molan grimaced with his arm.

"Game!"

"Your pinch is thin, it's like it's pierced by a ja...."

"Whisper!" farada snapped while glaring at Molan. After that he returned like before, looking at the swimming pool water.

Molan looked stunned, unable to believe the girl was snapping at him. It seemed like his heart wound was sore, Molan thought.

"Sorry, I just don't want to be disturbed." said Farada Lirih. The girl felt guilty venting her frustration at Molan. But that guy is annoying, isn't he?

Molan changed his seat in line with Farada's view. "Back those poles, what are you?" molan asked in a flat tone, turning serious. He wanted the girl to share, so that his annoyance was lessened.

"Who?"

"That man, what are you doing? until a Farada who is said to be cheerful, can be made heartbroken gini?"

"I'm not heartbroken." said Farada quickly, his lips pursed.

"Well, that's what's his name? so grumpy..." Molan chuckled at how adorable Farada was when she acted that way.

Farada was silent, he did not want to make a sound.

"Eat him, if you fall in love.don't get the mind mastered, just be careful"

Farada immediately turned his head, "I mean?" just this time he heard such a phrase, "isn't the heart playing a role?" continued later.

"The function of the mind is to control the heart as well as other limbs.the heart will catch what the mind commands, so..." Molan went looking for his wasted drink.

"No alcohol!" greet Farada, as if understanding what this man wants, "dozen!"

Molan scratched his head, "So, if only the heart is controlled by love, there is still a thought that will control it when you fall, once you fall, no one controls the mind itself. Hence, a person becomes stressed, broken hearted, and depressed and even suicidal!"

Farada looked at Molan in disbelief, that the words came out of the mouth of a trouble maker or an insult. Then, he tried to digest the wise sentence, then a mangosteen-beard.

"I understand...hm...have you ever liked someone? or maybe fall in love?" ask Farada later. His heart began to calm down with a friend talking.

"Huh?" Molan stood up and suddenly jumped into the water and swam.

Oh my god, this guy!

Farada rubbed his chest, not expecting to see the man's actions. Don't forget, Molan still wears a full outfit that is very neat.

"Here.we take a bath at night, forget the grieving in the heart..ayo!" molan shouted, jumping in the water, drowned while laughing like a child.

Farada shook his head while giggling at Molan's comforting behavior.

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