Love Should Choose
Between two hearts, there is another heart involved.

Marketing training classes for employees under the Luxury hotel flag from various places have been started since thirty minutes ago. At first Farada and Tissa were so enthusiastic about following. Every now and then they, especially Farada typing on a laptop noted the important thing and occasionally looked forward to paying attention to the skill of the mentor, Mr. Ferdinand from Australia in delivering material related to the development of the current era relying on digital technology in promotion. Although the presentation uses English, but Farada believes all participants must understand. Is not English the main requirement that must be mastered for a marketer?

The other is with Tissa. The innocent-faced girl was not a good type of material listener. He is more inclined as a worker or say as a 'enthusler' by following the rules that have been made rather than as the originator of ideas. So when the material presented Mr. Ferdinand entered the breakthrough stage of the idea, Tissa's brain instantly stagged.

"St!" Tissa poked Farada's elbow who was typing something on the laptop, of course, related to training materials. He wanted to ask something that tickled in his mind, about the incident this afternoon. Farada's ambiguous attitude that he thought at the beginning of his rejection was indeed because he wanted to improve and rest, but suddenly changed when the name of the General Manager was called the Young Master.

"What's Sa?" asked Farada with a very slow tone of voice.

Tissa leaned towards Farada and whispered to the girl, "Fara, obviously. How was the story just now - suddenly you changed your mind when you refused to eat Young Master?"

Farada turned his head and took a deep breath, his expression showing a sense of excitement, but soon he mastered and looked straight ahead again, "Nothing, what, what, that was because it arrived - I was hungry and I thought it better to accept Molan's offer what's wrong, right?" he continued typing back.

Okay, Tissa can understand the reason Farada because he suddenly felt hungry, because since the departure from Bali earlier, he did not see the girl eating rice or bread just stuck the stomach. But, what can not be understood is the attitude of Farada when he was at a table with the GM Mother earlier during lunch at the Bistro Campangi. Errata, have lunch exactly. Several times he saw Farada interjecting, glaring or even sneering at Young Master while there interacting with Mother Sita. Does Farada like young master now? She was just like a jealous woman. "Oh, kirain_"

"What chain?" tukas Farada quickly turned his head with one eyebrow raised.

"Yes, it's okay. I'm a prankster, out.I'm bosen!"

"..."

"By the way, I didn't see Young Master and Lady Sita, where did I go? If Sita was at table number one, but now it's not there." Tissa tried to shift the conversation, She muttered softly as if talking to herself.

Farada's face immediately looked up, the girl's gaze immediately swept around. Sure enough, the person he was looking for was nowhere to be seen.

"Sa. I'll go to the toilet for a second, yeah."

Got you! grin Tissa looked at Farada's back who then disappeared behind the door.

***

"I actually had a lecture architect Pelita Hara**n in Jakarta, but only up to six semesters. After that I flew to the Netherlands, continued college taking business college until the completion of S2 there."

In another corner, in an open-air restaurant that night was quite crowded. Indeed, this restaurant is one of the favorite places for hotel guests to eat dinner because the accompaniment of gamelan music and cool breezes will give a romantic impression, especially for those who are dinner with their partners.

Just like Sita Angelina. Instead of wanting to go back to the room to grab a file left behind for marketing training, he runs into Molan who just happens to want to enter the room. Sita changed her mind, she even persuaded Molan to accompany her just drink ginger concoction this restaurant.

"Indeed why... architect is not in continue? it's a pity that it has also reached the sixth semester," said Molan chimed in Sita's words. It occurred to him that the girl was not from a careless family. For some people, studying at a private university that is said to be the most expensive in the country, is a difficult dream to achieve, the cost is loh! While the girl goes in and out of it like shopping to a mini market. That easy.

"My parents are diplomats, they don't agree that their children become architects, they want me to be a businessman_" Sita then laughed "_that's the dominance of men, right?"

"I'm guessing, you don't have a brother?"

"Your guess is right, Young Master..I am an only child," Sita replied with a smile, "Oh yes, by the way... May I ask you something? Maybe personal?"

"..."

Molan was slightly startled, he pulled his back to the back, "About?"

"Young Master, do you have a boyfriend? If my wife thinks not yet, because all hotel employees or even some residents of this country already know about the ancestry of the owner and also, about his only son."

Molan shook his head, "Not yet."

"But, have you ever been in love?..." Sita paused the sentence, "..if loved, it's definitely a lot, right?" he continued with a faint smile displaying both of his faint dimples.

Molan chuckled at hearing that, the atmosphere began to melt from the stiff impression. "It turns out, besides being talented as a painter you also have talent as a journalist?" he said while sipping a warm ginger drink in front of him.

"You're married, are you?"

Confiscated, his face turned sad, "Not Young Master, I've been in love with Danish men before, but our relationship did not continue, the classic reason."

"Well..your taste, bule!..but you guys broke up really well, right?"

"There's no breaking up really well, Young Master. Always leaving wounds. Up until three years ago since the relationship ended, we had no more communication, lost contact!"

Molan mangosteen - mangosteen. Even if he disagrees.

"And, my criteria is not 'must' bule. I can't determine to whom I should fall in love, it's a matter of the heart."

"If this, I agree. Love is a matter of the heart, love is equally like. He's unique. We love someone, not necessarily that person will repay our love." said Molan as a poet.

"Or.it could be, two - both of them are already in love but they do not realize it, because of an ego_" Sita paused, "And, ironically.the other heart is involved between the two."

"Huh?" This girl is a psychic? inner Molan monologue.

Suddenly Molan's phone shook. The man grabbed the phone from his pocket and saw Farada calling him. He then gave Sita the code to accept it and stayed away.

Sita noticed Molan's gesture in interacting on the phone, her masculine aura seemed to disappear. He could guess, who was talking to the young master.

Molan, a man whose charm cannot be seen by Sita. Charismatic, humble, impressed a little urgency. Do not forget. His body posture pieces are ideal. He looks real man.

"In addition to a hobby as a journalist, you also dreamy hobby?"

"Eh..." Sita gasped and fixed her sitting position, then glanced at the watch in hand. "Then, I say goodbye first, thank you for taking a drink, I want to go back to the training room, it seems to be over soon, My Young Master is fine?"

"Please, I want to stay here for a while, the night air here is cool right."

***

"Farada? are you looking for someone?"

"Eh, Mother Sita, not ma'am.I want to go to the room, there are files that I want to take." elak Farada reasoned, in fact he was embarrassed because he was caught escaping from the training room.

How same?

"Ooh.yeah, you're straight. In front of it you turn right." said Sita directing Farada towards the outside area of the restaurant.