Love Should Choose
I don't want to be stuck in the same hole

Molan spurred his sports vehicle with high speed winding - swerving splitting the dense flow of traffic Pondok Indah to the Menteng area of Central Jakarta. It's nearly two hours late than it should be at twelve noon. Now it's almost two o'clock, Molan is increasing the speed, his skill is qualified because it used to be several times to race abroad, very helpful in shortening travel time to the residence of his Papanya in the Menteng area.

Now he had arrived in front of the grand white-colored Mansion gate. Waving his hand, Molan immediately gasfired when the gate was opened by security guards to a row of car parks owned by his father. Yes, if calculated - count there are about five luxury cars from various brands.

Molan got off, but stopped for a while to see two cars parked side by side. A black Camry sedan caught his attention. He was familiar with the car, but forgot to see where it was. And, one more Black Pajero car and it does not belong to his Papa, nor does it belong to Om Herwanto if he comes far - far from Bali. There are other guests!

A middle-aged woman, directly approached him from the side, "Young Master, was waiting for the Great Lord, he had just advised to go straight to the main room."

Molan nods his head, "Who is it, Bik?" He said pointing at a car.

"There are two families like him but Bibik doesn't know, Young Master."

"O yeah already then, I'm in, yeah, Bik."

Molan entered through the side door, continued towards the central room and climbed up a large circular staircase that was directly connected to the main room. A very large room is special for the important meeting of Lord Erick if there are large guests or colleagues from abroad.

There was talk from inside, Molan knocked on the door before stepping in.

"Sorry, Pa.ak-"

The words he was about to say were stuck in Molan's esophagus. He was stunned to stand looking at his Papa who was sitting side by side with a woman. In front of her Papa, sat a married couple, whom she estimated was slightly younger than her Papa. Not only that, which made him even more surprised when he focused on seeing two figures sitting on the left side of the Papa. Farada and Restu!

Farada felt his heartbeat stop. His pale face illustrates that he was unprepared for this reality that was happening. Although, he had previously prepared mentally to face a new chapter when he was introduced to Mr. S. Erick Mahendrata's. The Great Lord. While Restu, who already knew everything, he just sat quietly waiting for what would happen next.

Molan walked over slowly, his mind filled with question marks. Is this like a family gathering?

"Pa...?" Molan's voice shook.

"Sit down!" The Papa's command is calm, "there's someone who wants Papa to explain to you."

Molan took a seat on the single sofa on the right which was prepared for him. He glanced at Restu and Farada alternately. The red circles in Farada's eyes indicated that the girl was holding back tears, alarms of danger buzzing in Molan's head.

***

The day has gone up the night. In a cemetery, a man was sitting with his head resting on a tombstone bearing his name in yellow ink, Luciana Hamilton.

Ma, I feel what Mama's going through. I already know the meaning of disappointment. But, I'm not going to do anything like Mama did just yet, let myself be killed for love. No Ma...Molan is strong! I'll take all this pain.

Fun talking to himself on a tombstone, Molan suddenly jolted and immediately sat down when a hand rubbed his shoulder. About Herwanto.

"Omm?"

"Om came from Bali, especially to see you, Young Master."

"Om, did you know everything that happened from the beginning?" Tanya Molan made sure while shifting to give Herwanto space to sit down.

Herwanto sat beside Molan then took a deep breath, then nodded, "Your Papa's nature, just like yours. A rebel!" he said with a faint smile, "that is, why you with the Great Lord never get along.you are of the same reckless character," Herwanto paused his sentence, "Om already knew this story from the beginning, just...."

Molan still silently listened waiting for the continuation of Herwanto's sentence.

"Only, Om did not expect that the words of the Great Lord were proved. Your Papa always insisted that he had a feeling that Soraya was leaving, that she would come back one day. Om was angry at the time, trying to advise him not to think about Soraya who had left, and focused on learning to love Susi who had been married. Your father is stressed, which results in not caring about your mother. They're trapped by a match that can't be refused."

Herwanto then turned to his head, "Om hoping you can toughen up and accept this reality, because-"

"Because of what, Om?"

"Because your father is in pain that is difficult to heal. Its age is expected to last only a few months, and perhaps sooner than expected, at any time it may collapse!" he still noticed Molan's slightly shocked face.

Molan heard it. Deserve Papa late - lately often complain then hold the chest and also his personal doctor asked to be moved stay in the Mansion. Also, now more often push himself in order to handle the problems of the company - the company and if there is a meeting with important people, he is asked to represent.

"That is why you were in a match with Donna, so that you would be with you and someone would take care of you if the Great Lord was gone. But, Young Master refused it,"

Molan let out a rough breath, "Stupid? Again?..is not Papa's domestic life ruined because of the matchmaking?" timpal Molan was cynical, "i don't want to repeat being stuck in the same hole!"

"agree!...Om want you to get the companion you love, look for it!" herwanto said, patting Molan on the shoulder, "yes, Young Master, it's late, we have to go home."

They then walked to the parking area.

Molan then drove off slowly, muttering softly, "Pity you Farada!"