Love Should Choose
Two sides

"Sit, Son!" Mr. Erick gently told Restu to sit down, his son still looked awkwardly standing up. Mr. Erick knows that it's not that easy for Restu to accept him as a father.

Restu nodded slowly and took a sitting position face to face. "What did you call me here?" ask with a formal attitude.

"Call Papa or Dad, we're not anybody else, son!"

"I'm sorry, I can't yet." replied Restu quietly, his expression remained cold.

Mr. Erick nodded back, He understood. "Look...I want to take your mother somewhere. I talked to your mom the other day, and she said I should talk to you first, of course.after we both legalize this marriage again." Mr. Erick paused, he noticed the change in the face of his son who looked a little surprised, "Dad wants to be in the age that is left before long can improve the lost time."

Hearing that, Restu leaned his body forward, both of his hands holding the end of the chair. He confirmed his vision to Mr. Erick who was also eating it with a calm face, "Before I respond...I want to ask one thing, may I?"

"Please!"

"What about Molan? Did he know about this? I mean..did he already know the relationship between Master and my Mother?"

Mr. Erick sighed. The boy has not told him about his past secrets, but he will call Molan to Jakarta after this. "Dad has his own plan to tell your sister, he's gonna call me here to coincide with some things about you two that I've prepared."

Restu frowned, "I mean Sir?" tanyanya did not understand.

"Hmm.Dad's age soon. I want to retire and enjoy the rest of this not much time. It's time for re-generation."

Restu changed his sitting position leaning back, he increasingly did not understand where this conversation went, he still wanted to hear the continuation of his father's sentence.

"You and Molan will continue my efforts. You as an older child, have experience as a leader, you will later submit to lead the company, while Molan..." Mr. Erick paused for a moment, "he is inexperienced, his soul is still unstable. Actually he's smart just stubborn, so he's not ready for it. He still has a lot to learn!" sir Erick is back.

"For that, the first step...I want you to join our company soon. I will hold an AGM meeting as soon as possible to elevate you to General Manager at Luxury Resort Hotel - Bali." continued Mr. Erick again.

Restu was still silent yet to comment, he judged Mr. Erick, This father is a calm, dignified figure, look in his eyes staring at the interlocutor look sharp signifies he is a firm, firm person, no hesitation in making a decision. "Is Master...always uncompromising in deciding things?"

Replace now Erick who frowned, "You mean..Why not ask first, do you want or not?"

"It's not just that..." Restu went back to advancing his body, "what about Molan? does he want to accept this kind of reality? My mom and I were new people in her life and then suddenly accepted all of this, which was supposed to be all for her. Do you not think there will be a new conflict that will occur later?"

Erick shook his head, "No, maybe he was surprised at first, but he needed a mother figure, he would accept it later. It only takes a little time." answered Erick reassuringly, while looking at his son's eyeballs, he waited for an answer.

Restu lowered his head, he wanted to argue over it but this aura of his father made his tongue a little too faint to say it.

The two of them had no conversation afterwards. Restu considered, He needed time to think about accepting his father's offer.

"Sorry, I can't give you the answer now, I'll think about it first."

"How long will you answer?"

"Three days!" restu replied while preparing to stand up. He should be back in his office.

"Okay, I'm waiting for some good news from you, three days." Mr. Erick then reached out, "business is business!" he patted Restu on the shoulder and then drove him to the door.

"Oh yeah, one more thing...I want you to get married!"

Restu. His mother's words some time ago came back.

"And, Dad has been told by your mother that you have been betrothed to a woman who turns out to now also work at one of our hotels, Luxury Resort Bali...I want to meet him!"

"Huh?" Restu's eyes immediately puffed.

***

Farada lay in bed unsettled. It was approaching nine o'clock in the night and he was still unable to close his eyes. Yes, it's too early to go to sleep, but he's tired and it should put him to sleep. But in fact it cannot, his mind is disturbed by one thing that has recently disturbed him. About his closeness to Molan!

Yes, since the return from the meeting with the Provincial Government, the relationship between Farada and Molan began to melt back.

Like this afternoon...

Farada opened the doors of the Jeep Sport Molan.

"So where were we?"

"I don't know!"

"Well?" Farada narrowed his eyes as Molan shook his head without sin.

"...I have never bought clothes like that here. I trust you completely as my guide, Fara."

"Aishh... Did you take the wrong medicine? Trus, do you think I know any places to shop here?" namel Farada, but he immediately open his phone and googling to find a place to shop - clothes shopping.

"There's a Denpasar area!"

"Well! Allow the woman to be good at shopping," said Molan, turning on the car engine.

"But!" Farada's eyeballs are breaking.

Molan laughs. It's their casual chat after almost two weeks of no communication, except just work.

Molan then drove the vehicle casually. It took them about forty minutes they arrived at a shopping center in the city of Denpasar.

Based on a map from a mobile phone, Farada then took Molan to a store that looks luxurious and dominated by branded formal clothes.

Farada then chose some batik clothes with different motifs, and the material also looks soft. It seems fitting for the size of the high Molan posture.

"Of these three motives, which one do you like?" farada asked as he spread the shirt on the long table.

Molan stared at the batik clothes with a blank look. Molan's enthusiasm immediately extinct when asked to choose. To be honest, he did not really like wearing batik, so he did not understand where the good location of the batik clothes.

"Who do you think is good?" molan asked with a puzzled look, "to be honest, I don't like to wear batik, the pattern was, Fara.rame really!"

Molan's reply irritated Farada. If you do not like batik, why also want to wear it? After all, usually also wear a shirt with a suit as the alloy.

"So you don't like this?" said Farada while lifting two other batik and Molan's forehead increasingly wrinkled. Without even answering, Farada knew, "Yes already, we're looking for something else!"

Farada tried to respond patiently. But it's been almost an hour spinning - swivel looking for the clothes you want, they stuck! Farada thought, choosing clothes for men is difficult. Just like he had accompanied his brother first, but Molan turned out to be much more complicated, even less likely to know himself because he used Farada in working hours.

"Farada, what if that one is?" Point Molan towards a batik that he really does not like. Only Molan wanted to end their search because it had been an hour of spinning.

"You want that one?" asked Farada in annoyance. How not, the batik clothes that Molan pointed out were including exclusive collections and on display in a very easily visible place. If they just want this one, they shouldn't have to spend time, right? Her thought.

"You, aren't you? Let's find out what you like..."

"No way!" Farada quick head bobbing. Although he had been interested in a costume pants A-line model black and casual clothes on display, but he so thought when glancing at the price. Expensive for the size of the bag.

Molan took the batik he chose to the cashier and paid for it using a black card. Farada guessed, that his chin was definitely unlimited. Farada then walked towards the exit to wait for Molan.

"Let's eat first!" take Molan without waiting for Farada's approval.

"We've been working late, go straight back to the hotel.eat at the hotel!" farada replied while looking at the watch in hand, already approaching the break.

"Nobody is mad at you, go with me, come on!" Molan then took Farada's hand.

The girl brushed Molan off, "Professional dong! Don't be so anxious!" rumpul Farada but he finally followed Molan's invitation.

Farada had a glance at the hand of Molan who carried two bags in the form of boxes, "That's a grocery why so two bags? Didn't you just buy one shirt?" tanyanya.

Molan just smiled.