Love Should Choose
Farada's Cry

On the way home, the atmosphere turned awkward. For a few moments no one opened their voice. Farada, who was busy with his thoughts raging and Molan who was confused to see the changes Farada arrived - arrived moody after communication with his mother earlier. In fact, the gudeg that he said was one of the girl's favorite foods was not even touched and had to be wrapped.

The day was getting late at night, Molan drove the vehicle at medium speed. Sometimes he glanced at Farada whose gaze did not budge looking at the glass staring then the tares of vehicles that had begun to quiet. Clear grains slipped out of the corner of his eye, then slowly rolled down the curve of his face.

"Fara"

Farada hurriedly wiped his tears, "Sorry, I-"

"What are you doing?" ask Molan

"Yes, I am good" Farada answered and tried to control the raging heart and mind.

"Aha!.gimana if we go somewhere first, I know the most appropriate place to see the beauty of Merapi at night..." Molan paused, he looked up through the windshield, "it just so happened that the weather was sunny again, ma-" Molan's speech stopped.

Farada's cry became more and more. He sniffled - sedu with a soft voice. His head was bowed. His shoulders were shaking - shaking.

Molan was stunned like a fool beside him, growing more confused. He pulled the car over and stopped. Is there something wrong with my talk?

Then, clumsily Molan reached out his hand to reach Farada's arm which was still sobbing and pulled the girl's shoulder and then rubbed her head gently. As a result, Farada's crying was increasingly broken, not sobbing anymore.

What the hell is it? Why did she suddenly cry? Why do I feel guilty?

For a moment Molan let Farada cry in his arms. Long enough it lasted, until slowly finally Farada's emotions receded and sobs faded. He raised his face that was still in Molan's arms, making their gaze meet. Molan wanted to kiss Farada's lips softly but he didn't. He didn't want to take a chance when the girl was sad.

Farada then smiled faintly and wiped the rest of her tears, "Thank you, Young Master, you are so kind." The girl then broke away from Molan's embrace politely, then returned to her sitting position, "We're going back to the hotel. I sleep, it's okay, right?"

Molan cleared his throat, trying to cover up the awkward feeling that ambushed him suddenly. He nodded and drove his car back to the hotel.

Just as the car was moving forward, Molan's phone shook. At first he ignored the call, but after repeatedly, only his hand grabbed the handle in the pocket. About Herwanto! mumbling slowly. Molan put up his earphones.

"Hello Om?"

"Young Master's night, where have you been looking for - find a hotel employee?"

"Who are you looking for, Om? No one - who called from earlier? What's the matter with the night call - gini night?" Molan tried to look at the screen if anyone contacted him, but none of the hotel.

"Om willing to tell you two important points. One news from the hotel, that tomorrow night will not be a meeting with Mr. Colin Ferdinand because suddenly tonight he also had to fly to Australia, because his son had an accident two hours ago. He and his emissary met the Young Master to the room to leave but there was nothing, finally he contacted me and the Great Lord earlier. So, tomorrow Farada and Tissa, morning at ten is already taking off to Bali." Herwanto said, "nah.specially Tuan Muda, sorry this direct order from Tuan Besar.besok morning - ten o'clock in the morning as well, Tuan Muda must immediately leave for Jakarta, Jakarta, he's waiting at the mansion."

Molan Clucked in annoyance, "Ah! Why should Om be papa's spokesperson? why don't you tell me directly? Very ribet!"

"Sorry, Young Master.Maybe you can ask him directly. So-"

Molan turned off the phone. He put the earphones down rough.

Molan did not respond to Farada's nagging he just kept quiet. His face is so clear.

"Oh yeah, tomorrow you and Tissa have to fly to Bali, ten o'clock. Mr's son. Ferdinand was in an accident, so he has to come back tonight. Tomorrow training is not being continued." he said on the sidelines annoyed.

"Geez, how sorry is that mentor..trus, how are you?" ask Farada.

"That's it, that's why I'm upset, tomorrow I have to go to Jakarta, papa wait, important he said," replied Molan, "Ngapain try to tell him via Om Herwanto, call you can!" grunt later.

"Not so good, maybe the Big Master has contacted you but you are not aware, try to check the phone first!"

Molan did not make a sound, he gave the phone with the picture of the apple bitten in half to Farada, "Try your check."

Farada received it and saw the notification. "It's a lot of notifications on your phone, hm..no hell, but the missed call of the Big Boss' name, who?"

Molan immediately turned his head, "Yes that.papa! notification me mute, hehe" she grinned guiltlessly.

Farada immediately pinched on Molan's arm. "Isa...Disgusted son!"

"Oh, you're the mainstay why the pinch anyway, sick tau! I'm driving again, why - why, we can't get married!"

Instantly, Farada's face instantly turned moody again.

***

Farada walked languidly down the hallway to his room on the ninth floor, while Molan was still downstairs because there was something he wanted to ask the hotel about Mr. Ferdinand earlier. Before entering the room, the girl turned her head first to Molan's room which was right across from her, as if the man was at the door. He stood up straight, his back against the wall near the entrance, and the clear details sprang back into his eyes.

Is it true that she will soon be married to Restu? Does he really want that guy or just admire him? Then what about Molan who started to fill this heart? Dilemmas. Lord, help your servant

After being satisfied enough to contemplate, he wiped his tears and patted - patting both cheeks so that the look of his face did not look exhausted. She doesn't want Tissa yet, her best friend knowing what she's going through right now. Farada then took the room key and stepped inside. And the girl did not realize that at the end of the front hallway of the elevator behind the big pole, Molan was silently watching.

Farada arrived inside directly to welcome Tissa who was clawing - pecking for waiting for him. His best friend had just finished improving because tomorrow he had to go back to Bali.

"Jeez Fara.from this in wait, you know tomorrow morning we have to go back to Bali, earlier you were in searchin, Hp I low bat so can not ignore you. Quickly, finish the stuff - stuff ka-" Tissa immediately stopped saying - said, he saw something strange on Farada's face, his face was swollen, like he was crying. Did something happen?

"I already know," replied Farada short.

Tissa cupped Farada's cheeks together, "Say! Are you in the same place as Young Master? You're crying?" Negative thoughts approached Tissa's mind.

Farada brushed off Tissa's hand slowly, "Not in anything, don't think weird!"

Then Farada headed to the room to prepare for a warm bath. He needs water to calm his head.