Love Should Choose
And, it happened again...

This week's second-day evening seminar took place two hours ago. The speakers have been alternately exposing their respective materials. Although many seminar participants, but this time the speaker was only five people. Restu Mapendra this second day got the opportunity as a resource person in the first order, after previously on the first day yesterday he was appointed as the tenth speaker, after the first speaker, the last order before the question-and-answer session with the audience was held.

From day one, Restu was so good at presenting brilliant ideas about the challenges that will be faced by local entrepreneurs, entrepreneurs in the era of globalization that has shifted to this digital technology. He focuses on further maximizing internet marketing for companies in marketing a product to be able to compete with the flow of foreign entrepreneurs who have started to enter the country and acquire a number of local brands. And, it is also recommended to form cooperation between entrepreneurs, not a competition, which has been happening all along.

All of Restu's movements began as a narrator until now an entertainment event featuring a famous female singer of the Capital City as a closing event, can not be separated from the look of admiration Farada in the corner of the back. There is still a sense of question in the heart, who was the woman who last night came and talked to Restu in his room, and now answered already!

Farada walked slowly towards the round table where the seminar invitees were seated. The lights are deliberately dimmed in the audience, changing the spotlight focused on the stage, towards the singer. He saw Restu talking closer gesture towards a woman who also leaned her body to listen. I don't know what they're talking about but for sure, they look familiar.

There's no mistaking it, it's a girl's voice that was last night in Restu's mas room!

Farada was stunned, the man he described was a polar human, this talkative, looking so relaxed and enjoying his chat with the woman. And, the closer he got, Farada became more and more clear on hearing how the woman who looked like she was worth the man he admired, occasionally chuckling over. Farada felt her chest tight.

Just when Farada wanted to open his voice greeting Restu, suddenly his hand was pulled by someone. The molan!

Yes, Molan had asked for a rundown copy of an EO who was in control of the show, happened to not hold it because he put it backstage. But his intention was unsettled as his eyes caught the figure of Farada walking slowly towards a table. His instincts say there's something...

"Please!..." Farada revolted while pulling his elbow drawn by Molan. But Molan forced him to.

"You won't want to see that, come with me now!"

"Sick.." - Farada as he followed Molan's steps with a little drag.

Molan stopped, then turned to Farada, he realized that his grip on the elbow was too strong and then his hand moved to pull the wrist to walk quickly to the exit of the ballroom.

"Eh, Young Master?...Farada?, where are you going?" tissa asked who was about to get into the ballroom almost hit Molan. The girl fortunately quickly held her hand on the chest, so as not to collide.

Molan just mengengengos keep running fast, as if nothing happened that almost made Tissa plunged backwards.

"What's wrong?" tissa asked Farada before the girl passed away following Molan's footsteps. He just poked his shoulder a sign he didn't understand. Tissa looked at wonder.not in Japan, not in Bali monologue while shaking his head.

Tissa came back aghast in shock when suddenly for the second time a man was seen half-running out of the room almost hitting him.

"Sorry.." said the man glanced at Tissa for a moment and then turned his eyes to Tissa's back, like looking for someone.

Tissa looked at the man's astonishment.Was he looking for Farada and the young master earlier huh? but the girl finally took a nonchalant attitude and continued to enter the room.

"Where are we going?.it's still working hours!" when Farada was upset, he rebelled again to release his hand which had been stopped until now, on the floor of the basement car park. Farada grimaced rubbing her flushed wrists.

"Nobody will scold you, come on in!" molan orders from the front of the steering wheel, and opens the door of his sports car, telling Farada to come in.

Farada was still hesitant, but after a second order from Molan, he finally complied and got into a car that could only fill two people. "Ck...., where are we going, anyway?" farada asked a repeat of his unanswered question.

Farada throttled her mouth, "Sok knows!" his great-granddaughter and look up at the hood of a sports car that slowly opens up showing free air.

***

Here they are now, on Tegal Wangi beach. A hidden beach in Jimbaran Bali.

Farada looked amazed at the atmosphere of the beach that is not so crowded but was seen bright at night by the lighting of lights lined up along the beach. For a moment he forgot his heart.

"Not many know the existence of this area, there are caves that are hidden" Molan explained, pointing to rows of rocks.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, precisely by foreign tourists this beach is better known, and they call it Jimbaran Hidden Beach," added Molan and then invite Farada to see the location of the coral cave hidden behind there. Just because they were there at night, so couldn't look any deeper.

"Well, cool place" Farada saw the exotic beach view with its white sand, the smell of the sea is so soothing. "Try here during the day or afternoon, must be exciting deh, surely the beauty is more visible again," exclaimed Farada enthusiastically, He stood on the edge of the reef cave slightly inward and looked back towards the beach.

"Tomorrow we're here..."

"No, no, no, no!" rejecting Farada quickly shook his hand, only to realize that his words had been provoking Molan to continue with him. He doesn't want that.

Molan only smiled faintly in response. He saw Farada's hair was sticky on his temples, his hands were itching to get rid of, but he didn't want to make the girl angry. "We're there...!" point Molan then towards a beachside folk cafe that is quite a lot lined up along the beach.

"Mie?" asked Molan wonder, this girl is so fond of noodles when they order food after arriving at the people's cafe. "you don't often eat noodles, later your stomach or intestines can be problematic, Farada"

"Yes, not often too, just pas kepen aja. Is it because look at your face that I want to eat noodles?" guyon Farada then laughed, the atmosphere of the beach makes his feelings calm. "But...Young Master does not like to eat noodles, right?, pantesan said that.." he continued with a silly face.

The fleeting moment made Molan pinch Farada's nose. His words were impressed, but he was grateful that the girl had returned cheerful.

The two then engaged in a casual conversation. Farada told more. And, here too Molan knew the beginning of his acquaintance with Restu and finally how they were in a match.

"Oh, so when you went to Japan and we met there, you were supposed to meet with Restu?"

"Yes, it's funny. I don't want to be betrothed, do I? I got a free ticket to Japan, so it's time. I also did not know that the betrothed, Mr. Restu.ya, I canceled his meeting and I went to Japan. But..finally so anyway, the meeting.." said Farada lirih, remembered the face of Restu.

Molan picked up Farada's sad signal, "it was his noodles at dong meal, it's going to be cold, it's not good" he added.

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