Love Should Choose
Keeping Molan's feelings?

Farada was suspicious of Molan's smile, so he snatched the inn from the man's hand.

"This...?" Farada found out from one of the bags contained a set of casual clothes and pants that he believed were black A-line pants he had seen earlier. "When did you buy this one? For whom?"

But the one in question has continued his steps while smiling. Farada chased after him, he did not care about the eyes of people who saw them like lovers who were fighting.

When Farada walked in such a hurry, arrived....Krakk!! The sound of broken heels pantofel shoes sounds loud. Farada was almost plunged forward if Molan did not immediately hold his shoulder to support his shabby body.

"Don't hunt, me..awh!"

"Not quiet! Get out of here..." Omel Farada, he pinched the delicate waist of Molan who was still embracing his shoulder.

Molan then let go of his hand and walked back. But only a few meters he stopped his steps and looked back, he saw Farada street a little limp because heel shoes were released earlier. He approached, unconcerned with Farada's protest and the envious gazes of the people watching, Molan took the broken shoe from Farada's leg and grabbed the girl's waist.

"Don't protest! Put on my shoes." Molan's orders then led him to walk with his foot next to Farada's footing.

"Not this way either! I don't mind walking without shoes.shy!"

Molan did not pierce Farada's grunts, he further tightened his hands on the girl's waist. "Where to? You look like a fucked-up woman that her husband left on the street! And I look like a man with no heart here."

"Don't you look like a guy who's taking a chance?" Farada looked up next to refute him.

"No! You don't look around? They want to be in your position! Means I look like you...Ow hell! Your pinch hurts Fara!" Molan grimaced, this time really sick.

"Bodo very!"

They turn and enter a store that sells famous branded shoes.

Farada was a bit hesitant, he held back his steps. The store looks luxurious with a display of shoes - classy shoes. The price is fantastic for its size. "Find somewhere else" he whispered while looking at the nominal price tag under the display which was almost a quarter of his salary.

"The nearest store is just here, there's another one upstairs..do you want me to carry it there?"

"Relieve it!"

"Yes, here if so." replied Molan with a silly smile.

The shop visitors are quite crowded. Molan noticed Farada's movements that seemed hesitant in choosing shoes. There were two times the girl went back and forth looking at the same shoes, it seemed like it was a preferred shoe but it did cost a bit.

About ten minutes Farada did not get the desired shoes, Molan then approached and took Farada's hand.

"Don't you like this one?" tanya Molan picked up a pair of shoes that Farada had seen earlier.

"No need to ah! It's expensive!"

"You shut up, follow me" whispered Molan to Farada's ear. Then the man picked up the pair of shoes and pulled Farada's waist out of the store through the security that happened to not look at them.

"Heh!!..why do you bring the shoes? Balikin's! It stole his name!" Farada snapped with a voice held back after the two of them reached outside the shop, and attempted to snatch the shoes in Molan's hands.

"You just calm down!"

"No way!" Then Farada revolted after being able to grab the shoes in Molan's hands and turned back.

"Sorry madam, I want to give you back these shoes, which my friend laughed at" Farada said at the cashier's desk near the exit. He bowed his face withstanding embarrassment as well as indignation with the actions of Molan who he thought was very late. Holy hooch! Can't imagine what would happen if they were caught and arrested for stealing. Did this Molan get Kleptomania?

"What do you mean, ma'am? These shoes have been paid off by the Master earlier.this is proof of print the note." The cashier smiled and then showed me the shopping receipt and print out payment using a credit card.

"Wear the shoes first," said Molan flatly holding back the steps. Farada realized, with an annoyed face he crouched down wearing the newly purchased shoes while mengedumel indistinct. The moment was not separated from Molan's observation, for him Farada's behavior was so adorable.

"Do you know me anyway?" said Farada turned towards Molan with an annoyed look after putting on his new shoes. Molan did not react, he was staring at Farada's eyeballs. A few seconds, the face-to-face action occurred until Farada finally broke eye contact, he groggy. "Come, get some food, get hungry me..eh, just go back to the hotel!"

***

For almost two hours Farada still could not close his eyes. Several times change positions, but the drowsiness has not yet come, his mind glares erratically. He decided to leave the room, just breathing fresh air.

Farada also grabbed his velvet sweater and the choice of being on the beach today is the right choice. Tonight looks like the weather is very sunny. The wind was not blowing too hard.

Farada seemed to be silent enough to look at the middle of the sea, the calm waves made him feel at home - long standing let his feet wet by the sea water.

"My phone call was not picked up, it turns out the guy's here."

Farada flinched, He turned his head towards the source of the voice. Molan, the man who was a bit disturbing his mind right now was walking over seems to be deliberately looking for him. "Where are you from?" tanyanya.

"So I didn't pick up the phone, pick me up to your room uh, no, yeah.I'm looking and find it here."

"What's looking for me?"

"Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, exactly 14.30, we both have to fly to the Luxury Resort Yogyakarta hotel in Kaliurang, important!" molan replied as he stood in alignment with Farada staring at the beach.

Farada's forehead wrinkled, "I?...Why suddenly? And just the two? Tissa can do it?" Voice's up.

"Aishh.you're like another man shooting, in a row! One - one if nanya, why the hell?"

"I'm not kidding!...."

Molan covered his mouth with his hands. "That's Om Herwanto's command, I also got a sudden news an hour ago," Molan paused his sentence for a moment, "I am given a choice, Tissa or you who accompany me. Yes...I choose you!" molan said without burden.

"Why not a guy? Wayan or Joko? They're more senior."

"I represent Papa who cannot attend. Time to entertain guests from Australia, meeting and accompanying him dinner. Not very elite!"

"But!" Farada hissed, He did not respond to him again. Right now he was not in a good mood mode to argue.

Silent...

"I wanted to ask you one thing.When that night, why didn't you come?" tanya Farada suddenly shifted the topic of speaking. His eyes were still staring straight at the sea.

Molan looked over, "Which one?"

"Your night..."

"Oh, did your boyfriend come over that?" Cut Molan fast, then he laughed softly with both hands moving into the pants pocket. His eyes were back to the front.

Farada turned to look at Molan, "You know and see Mas Restu coming?"

Molan nodded, "And he hugged you," Molan replied with a faint smile.

Farada did not ask much. He knew that night from one of the hotel employees that Molan was sharing - handing out the fish he had brought, which he planned to burn both. At that time he was sad and Molan came to want to entertain, because Restu went and broke their relationship but finally came back again.

Farada decided not to continue talking about it again with Molan. The man must have been disappointed at that time.