Love Should Choose
Should I go back to Jakarta?

A week had passed since the drama happened in Farada's room which was quite stifling for a Molan. How not, he who is so difficult to fall in love, forced to retreat when he just found someone who is suitable to be his life partner later.

Restu, he's a grown man and his face reflects that his brain looks smart. He is not a balanced opponent for Molan. Everything Farada liked, was on him. While himself, is an uracan man, likes to act as he pleases. So, for what Molan spent a long time linger with his mood.

The proof almost this week Farada felt a noticeable change from Molan's attitude towards him. Molan looks more indifferent when passing by in the office. Looks cooler, seems authoritarian and speaks as necessary when it comes to interacting in work matters. Understand them in the same marketing team. And, that certainly looks more assertive as the head of marketing. His Young Master's soul was extremely prominent.

Molan spends more time in Herwanto's room if time is empty. Not a coincidence in fact he felt at home for a long time in the hotel's leadership room, but it is indeed an order received by Herwanto from Mr. Erick to immediately educate and teach Molan the science and ins and outs of hospitality management and business as soon as possible.

Of course, Herwanto was very happy with the change in attitude of his young master, although various questions arose in his mind. Unlike usual the man who has been considered his own puppet is not much objection and laziness when he explained the ins and outs of the hotel conditions, as before. This time, Molan looked so serious about listening, and occasionally wrote notes on paper, if that was important. A great progress!

However, his wild soul still often relapses. Still occasionally sloki two sloki of alcohol that is always stored in the room He is throat. The reason is to just eliminate his speech, it does not matter to Herwanto, the important thing is that his puppet is ready if the throne changes.

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"Tissa, at two o'clock gather some team people to gather in the meeting room, there are some things that we have to discuss." He said firmly when he met Tissa.

Tissa glanced at her watch at a glance, there was still an hour left to gather, "Well Young Master, all the teams or just a few people?"

"And my narrative, some people! Not everyone..." Molan stared intently at the girl, and prepared to pass, "you choose who you think you need to go with, you're a senior." Then Molan.

"Oh, fine!" greet Tissa quickly, "is there again, Young Master?"

Molan simply shook his head and stepped away leaving Tissa who was staring at his back with a wrinkled forehead.

Just two steps Molan walked, from the opposite direction Farada appeared with several bundles of maps in hand, he had heard the interaction of Tissa and Molan, "What's the matter?" tanyanya was a bit hesitant.

"You asked Tissa, I told her, '" said Molan flatly, then left the two women who looked at her in wonder mixed in confusion.

"What the hell is it?" Tanya Farada took Tissa's hand to the corner. Farada did not feel the change in Molan's attitude lately, especially on him. There is no silly behavior or trivial things that have often been done. Farada does not know why, he deliberately to find time to ask Molan, but the man always avoids him.

"Say young master, at two o'clock, some marketing team people gathered in the meeting room, there are things that need to be discussed,"

"Owh, what do you want to talk about?"

Tissa shrugged both of her shoulders, "No idea! by the way, it's just being told to get together," Tissa then lowered her intonation, "Eh...Fara, you feel like nothing, there's been something strange with the young master lately? His attitude is that!"

Farada looked towards Molan's passing for a while before nodding, "Yes, same me as well," he replied shortly, "Huft!.." then exhaling a short breath.

"You know something?" tanya Tissa put the sound down.

Farada went back to silence, wondering, should he tell his best friend?

"Hhhh.it seems to have something to do with me, the incident a week ago." Farada guessed, was it possible that time, Molan saw Restu coming?, because ever since the man left, he had originally planned something, but never returned that night.

"meaning?"

"Later I'll tell you the story, yes, you will soon want to meet," Farada then walked first leaving Tissa who was still confused.

Nightfall...

Farada had just come out of the bathroom after nearly thirty minutes of soaking in a bathtub with warm water. Today was quite tiring for him after this day of work with a mind full of question marks.

In the meeting room, at two in the afternoon, Molan really made him dizzy. Not with silly behavior bothers him, does not!.but instead act cool according to Farada which he showed this time. Sok cool!

Curiosity arises to ask, why now the man is like keeping a distance with himself. Because last met, the man was still fine.

"Try to find data of any agency that we can lobby, find organizers who usually work with these agencies."

"But at certain events, agencies rarely use the services of EO, usually they have their own team to take care of it, so what better go directly to the people of the institution?" Farada's proposal reinforces Tissa's idea.

"That does not need to be done, now it is better to increase cooperation with the EO, because the agency must use EO services," Molan denied disagree, for him dealing with the agency part is a little bit difficult, and surely they ask for a low cost. If through EO, the hotel is easier to negotiate.

"Wouldn't going directly to the agency will make our prices slightly above? Because the cost of the agency will be directly to us, without going through EO, which is oto.." Farada explained immediately stopped,

"We first do the first option, through EO!" Molan interrupted Farada's sentence.

Beh!

"Oh, well" Farada did not argue anymore.

Shitty right?

The ringing of the cell phone disperse Farada's daydream about today's events. And just realized that since getting out of the bathroom, he had not done any activities. Holy hooch! this thought...

The ringing of the after-phone again rang, Farada hurriedly lifted it up, on the phone screen displayed a name...Princes.

Farada set his breath to sound natural. Talking to the man he likes always makes deg-degan, "Hello.ya mas?"

"Are you busy? How long did he answer?" the firm voice of the man across there sounded so obvious.

"Oh, I was in the bathroom, just finished. What's up, mas?"

"When you call, what's the matter? I just want to know how you are doing, how many days have you not reported?"

Puff...Farada sighed. For some reason, talking to this guy always made him lose his vocabulary. "My news is good, mas.several days I have a lot of work, so do not have time to hold the phone. I guess seka..."

"...As I often say, you work in Jakarta only, I can find you work here. If you need to work in my office. You're not too tired, close to your parents!"

Farada shook his head, this is the desire of Restu the umpteenth time he heard, "I don't feel good to have to resign now mas, as a whole.I'm a new employee here."

"Yes, it's up to you!"

Farada heard a rough snort of gasps across there. Both of them remained silent afterwards.

"Yes, if so, you rest now yes, take care of your condition for tomorrow."

"Yes mas.." said Farada slowly, he was sure his speech was not heard by the man, because it had been cut off.

Farada then pondered as his hand squeezed out a piece of tissue...Did you stop working, huh? Back to Jakarta? he said in his heart.

Arghh! ...Farada lowered his head staring at the floor while squeezing his hair which he still had not dried after bathing.

Sleep on! that's the best way to calm his mind, right?

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