Love Should Choose
Tissa was confused, Farada why?

"Eh..why? What did Young Master say?" tanya Tissa was still wrapped in a new towel coming out of the bathroom. He saw Farada taking his clothes out of the suitcase.

"Yes, not how - how. He said let communication be easy, so our room moved. Hhh... The reason is! You can use your cell phone or room phone if you need to, right?" straighten her clothes and arrange them in the closet.

Tissa was surprised to hear Farada's words, "Eh.enak know we are moved here. This is an exclusive, expensive room! The view is also good, directly facing the mountain of merapi loh!" Tissa then rubbed the horden-lined cloth on the large glass that showed the legendary mountain soaring without being covered in clouds. He thought Farada's complaint was just playful, but it turned out that his friend was actually protesting to Molan when he was taking a bath.

"Yes, but..."

The sound of a knock on the door stopped Farada and Tissa's chatter. The girl turned her head for a while towards Tissa, she couldn't possibly have the innocent-faced girl open the door, right? While the towel is still wrapped around the body. Farada immediately stood up lazily and headed for the door. Ck, he had guessed who else if it wasn't that silly guy who came, the new nickname he pinned on Molan from now on.

"Eits ..wait! don't open it first, I want to wear clothes," Tissa immediately ran to the room in a hurry, fortunately the winding white towel on her body did not come off.

After making sure Tissa had entered the room and closed the door, Farada opened it. Throw right!

"What's wrong?" farada asked without giving room to enter, the door he opened only a little. The original intention was to bathe, clean - clean body that felt sticky since from Denpasar earlier. If you let this fool in, it'll be a long conversation, won't it?

Molan noticed that Farada's face had not changed since Bali earlier, even impressed messy with the hair in the tie, some of it fell on the forehead. He pushed Farada's shoulder to the side so he could pass, forcing his way in.

"Ish.I want to take a shower! later if you want to talk." Tukas Farada. The desire to shower after that break seemed to be void. He gave in at the end and gave way.

"Who wants to talk?I'm gonna go eat. You take a shower first, no problem, right? I can wait, and there's Tissa too, where is she?"

Tissa went straight out of the room when Molan asked her, coincidentally she had just finished neatly dressed, "Young Master call me?" he pointed at himself.

Molan nodded, "Yes, ready - ready we want to eat downstairs, we've been in wait_."

"If me and Tissa can't come? I'm still full, want to rest first, okay?" sela Farada with a face full of hope, "lagian eight o'clock tonight his marketing seminar began.I want to rest first," continued Farada next.

Keep in mind, Molan and Farada came to Jogja with different goals actually. Molan was asked by his father to represent him to meet with colleagues from Australia, while Farada and Tissa were representatives from Luxury Bali attended training as well as seminars on the steps of Hospitality Promotion In the Digital Era, coincidentally the speaker was the same person Molan would meet the next night. Colin Juliano Ferdinand's.

Tissa was silent in response to Farada's protest. Only this friend of his could protest or reject something he disliked from the young master.

Molan thought for a moment, he thought it was true what Farada said and then stood up from the sofa.

"Yes, you rest if so. I just, sorry the GM is waiting downstairs," he said, grabbing a cell phone to call someone and walking away from the room.

"Assyc! we can relax first, there's still plenty of time for just leyeh-leyeh." Tissa yelled happily slapping her ass on the long sofa. He should thank Farada because indeed from last night he was sleep deprived. It's been three days working non-stop, always overtime.

"Eh..But Sa, I think we're going to eat, right? The question is later what said Ms. Sita if we are also Luxury employees but do not participate in her herbal medicine.masa, employees invited by the General Manager do not want to?"

"Yeahhhh..." Tissa immediately slipped, she immediately fell on her stomach on the sofa covering her face.

***

Luxury Resort Hotel Yogyakarta is a complete five-star hotel. In addition to having a slick golf course and a spa place, this hotel also has a classy restaurant with a complete dish of archipelago taste. One of them is Bistro Basil which has two sides of the dining room, in-door and out-door.

Molan walked out the elevator door. With a casual step he walked towards the outside of the restaurant. From behind the glass - a large glass divider between the inside and outside of the restaurant he could immediately look at the swimming pool of a woman dressed casually as if she was doodling something on paper, waiting for him.

"Have you waited a long time?"

Sita immediately looked up and immediately put her phone on the table, she smiled then stood up to welcome Molan with a more relaxed attitude, although still a little formal.

"Not long ago Young Master, I have also just arrived. I'm sorry, I'm off work hours, so dress casually to host you here.." said Sita while glancing around, "Farada and Sita did not join?"

"They asked for permission not to come, because they want to prepare materials for the seminar later that night" replied Molan flat and pulled a chair and sat opposite to Sita.

"Oh so. I've ordered Lobster and some other menus, hopefully you like. Oh yeah, sir there's no allergy to certain foods, right?"

Molan.

"Call Molan only, as I said earlier, do not need to be too formal if outside of working hours_"

"You..like drawing?" connect Molan while taking a sheet of paper spelled out by Sita's hand scratches. It looks like an abstract picture. Apparently while waiting for her to come, the girl channeled her hobby. He understood art a bit and he could judge that this abstract image was like a mystery.

"Just kill time anyway" elak Sita humbled. Even if Molan came to his study, the man would see a stack of papers containing pictures of paintings, not to mention if he came to his house there was another special painting room, a special painting room, and, and the display on the wall scratches his hand.

"But, you seem to be very talented? What else ka_"

"Sorry Mom, we're late!"

Molan immediately turned to the side towards the source of the voice. Farada and Tissa were standing there bowing their hands in a d*d* apologizing to Sita.

"Oh yeah, no problem, we haven't started yet either.please sit down, the food is coming soon." said Sita while storing the paper painting that Molan gave into a map and put it in a large bag that he always carried.

"Said you were the same Tis..."

"Yes, it turns out the files we need for the seminar later, there's the same Tissa!" cut Farada fast while smiling fakely towards Molan.

Molan frowned, not understanding where Farada was talking.

The same confusion happened with Tissa, Farada why?