Love Should Choose
Let That Love Exist.

Farada sat pensively on the sofa of her room with mixed feelings. The relationship that just started to intertwine with Restu, like run aground. Sometimes he thinks, is it true what is said in a book that has been read, the author's name he forgets, that when you love someone, then you should be ready to lose that love?

The deeper you love someone, the greater your potential for loss and heartbreak!

Is that so?

So, what is he going through now? Broken heart? Oh, my God, is this how it feels to be heartbroken?

A slow knock at the door stopped Farada's daydream. He glanced lazily. But when the knocking was heard over and over, Farada woke up lazily dragging his feet to open the door, "Eh!..Allah Akbar!" Farada exclaimed in shock at the sight of who had suddenly pushed open the door when he had only slightly opened. The movement was too late to close the movement of someone who barged in. Stupidly, he did not look first at the small hole of the door as was his habit all along.

"You..hurt him again?" Ask the man without guilt. His forehead shriveled, asking for an answer.

"It's none of your business." replied Farada weakly, He has no strength to be angry right now. She's sure Tissa must have told this shitty guy.

"So my business..because I said to participate in your problem, right?"

Farada snorted in annoyance, "Why the hell...You always make my life troubled continue? Why the hell?"

"Because later your life will be more colorful, because you may be destined to be my soul mate someday!" The grin of the man who turned out to be Molan with his silly smile.

"Not funny!" Farada stared intently, this time he was really angry, He furiously pulled Molan's arm to drag him to the door, "get you out of my room!"

But Molan's power is bigger, right? The man did not flinch, he only watched Farada who was really sewed. Farada did not stop, he walked to Molan's back and pushed the athletic body as hard as he could, but Molan shifted just one step.

Farada was getting upset, he hit Molan on the back with his fist, "Get out...!" and not only that, the girl also pinched on the man's back many times.

Molan remained silent, allowing Farada to vent his emotions. Instead he closed his eyes, as if enjoying Farada's punch and pinch. And, sure enough, the girl ended up squatting tired while a hiccup crying near her feet.

But, wait...

Molan's eyes were closed not enjoying the blow, precisely more holding the pain of the pinch that was aired by Farada, one of which precisely landed on the former blue pinch earlier, on the beach.

A few minutes later, the atmosphere became quiet, sobs Farada had stopped. The girl was sitting on the floor still behind Molan. Eyes down.

"Udah?" molan asked, opening his eyes.

Farada looked up, then slowly stood up while wiping away the tears. Right now all he has to do is rest on the couch. There's no way he's going to the room, while this shitty guy's still here.

"Duh.cubitan you are very sick!" Molan just grimaced rubbing his arm which became bruised from the pinches on the arm.

"Bodo very!" ketus Farada did not care, he just wanted to fall.

"You have no oil? It's really sick" Molan asked to show him his arm.

Farada looked at it for a moment. He stood up to see his work. Holy hooch! but his shock was not in his appearance, the girl went into the room to take the grease that he always prepared in his bag.

Molan lifted his t-shirt slightly upwards, giving Farada space to grease the oil on his back. "Your pinching hurts so much! It was like being pricked by a needle."

Farada did not respond to Molan's complaint, guilt raging when he saw Molan's muscular back many traces of his work. Some are red and some are slightly blue. But, he was more interested in the two elongated snags on the upper back and at the waist of this man. Mark stitches exposed to sharp weapons.

"You turned out to be really a trouble maker huh...young master?" tanya Farada was full of emphasis.

"Huh??"

"This one..and this one, what kind of ex? used to be a sajam, right?" Farada pointed with his finger on his back.

Molan kept quiet, did not say and then shifted and dropped back his shirt and walked towards the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, taking his favorite drink.

"Why not answer?"

"Why not, this wound is not a special thing to be told," Molan replied evasively. Not not to answer, though, he didn't want bad judgment on him if Farada knew that there was a wound on his back and there was another one on his stomach because he had to fight with five gangsters for something. He will be branded as a man who likes violence. Isn't he in a short time for this woman?

"Sad..." Farada clucked to hear it.

"I'm not going anywhere right now!" farada replied quickly, He immediately put up a rejection if Molan wants to invite him away.

"Who wants to take you out? Wait here," Molan immediately left, he wanted to do something that would allow the girl to forget her grief.

"But!" Farada throbs up, what else is that shitty guy gonna do. A man who is hard to guess, full of surprises.

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Molan whistled down the path to Farada's cottage. His left hand held a small basket made of woven bamboo, which contained many fish that he had bought from the traditional market of Beringkit earlier, the market is located in the city of Denpasar is only open until seven or eight pm.

Molan wanted to surprise Farada by inviting the girl to burn fish in front of the cottage that had empty space. Something unique, right? burn the fish in the luxury resort hotel environment, later all with Tissa. He had also contacted one of the hotel employees to immediately prepare all the following equipment and seasoning to burn the fish later. Maybe it's in Farada's room now.

However, all the ideas that have been designed become obsolete. His steps came to a halt when suddenly Molan saw a man standing behind him in front of Farada's room entrance. But wait, the man was hugging someone. Did Farada?

It's true, it's Farada...

He walked slowly to make sure that his vision was not wrong!

Molan remained silent. Disappointment rippled in the chest cavity seeing how Farada tightly hugged the waist of the man who was believed to be the man who left him earlier this afternoon.

Shouldn't he have taken off to Jakarta? why is he back again? Molan wondered. But that's not what disappointed him...

Farada loved her so much!

Molan remained silent and lowered his head. Then he smiled.a smile sliced while shaking his head. He cursed his own stupidity.

Molan rubbed his hair rough and twisted his body, leaving. What he needs now is calm. He's not hurt.

He was not a man who would beg Farada for love. The woman deserves to choose and be happy. There is no hope for him at this moment. There was no choice but to retreat. But, let the love exist, without having to be lost in the heart.

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Flashbacks

Restu was still pensive in the taxi when the driver told him they had reached I Gusti Ngurah Rai airport. "Sorry sir, we've reached the airport" he said in a voice, looking at Restu from the rear-view mirror.

"Oh.iya sir," replied Restu jolted. He hurriedly paid the taxi argo and did not forget to overstate it a little for the driver.

He glanced at his watch, there was still about another hour and a half left to check in. It turns out it's still a long time. He immediately looked for a seat to rest his mind since the incident in the cafe.

Restu thought, he was too hard to behave in front of Farada. He should have asked first. Listen to the reason from the woman's point of view. But he did not because he was already angry when in the ballroom saw the girl go with another man.

He should be angry at that guy, right? The young master who drew Farada's hand. Didn't he see for himself how Farada refused when his hand was pulled?

Should he just apologize to Farada and retract his words. Because he was sure, right now the girl must be sad. Restu weighed for a moment, and then took the handle that had not been touched since and in a silent mode position.

There were ten missed calls from Samantha. Ah.ya, Samantha who deliberately changed the departure ticket that should be day into night, in order to fly with Restu. Given this, Restu became worried. He thought he was being unfair to Farada that he had previously agreed to Samantha's wishes.

There was regret in his heart, for the decision he made.

No need to linger, Restu immediately stood up and decided to run out of the airport terminal waiting room, stopped a taxi and left regardless of Samantha's call who had just set foot there.

He wanted to apologize to Farada and retract his words.

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