Love Should Choose
Sita is aggressive

The sound of knocking made Molan wake up from his deep sleep, the morning sunlight burst in between the room vents, indicating the position of the sun has gone up. Molan woke up lazily, today the plan he wants to rest all day after three days away. Her body felt sore - sore. The knocking sound was heard again, this time accompanied by the sound of Bik Minah who was late heard either telling her to get up or breakfast, her voice was not so clear.

"Yes, yes, Minah, I will have breakfast!" he shouted from within while running to the bathroom, fulfilling the call of nature.

It didn't take long. Molan has finished his ritual. He immediately came out of the room in casual clothes, a short-sleeved t-shirt showing his athletic arm biceps and training pants then went down the stairs which he planned to go straight to the kitchen. As is the custom if you eat more often at the kitchen dining table, not in the family dining room.

Passing through the living room, visible from the large glass that borders the middle room, Bik Minah was talking to someone. It was like a woman, heard from her voice. But who? Could it be Farada? Molan thought as he slowly approached.

"Lohs!...The sita? Tumben morning - morning here?" greet Molan was astonished. What business is Sita here for?

"Eh...Young Master, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was coming here. I happen to be around here, so.yeah I stopped by."

"Then, Bibik lives first, Non." Sela Bik Minah said back, "sorry Young Master" he continued by bending over Molan.

Sori, I have not had a bath, just woke up," said Molan casually as he took a position sitting on the sofa in front of Sita.

"Oh yes, No matter what Young Master, I am also relaxed, hehe." replied Sita with a feeling of unworthiness to see the relaxed appearance of Molan who he thought impressed macho in his eyes. Lakik's right!

"As I said, don't be formal with me, call Molan or anything that's nice to hear. This isn't in the office. It seems like our age isn't much different, is it?"

"May I call...Brother?" Sita changed her name to 'me'.

"That's better, than Young Master.actually I don't like the call, it's too far apart. Just sec..." Molan then stood up and called Bik Minah to make her drink. "Omong - by the way, you're around here, what's the need? Of course, it's not the business of the office dong, your clothes look relaxed because."

"I live in the area here, Sis.my parents' house on the road Green Building," said Sita, "I take a few days off to Jakarta."

"Oh!"

"..."

"Where's Farada, brother?" chirps Sita arrived - arrived. The girl wanted to end the bases - stale and awkward feeling that she still could not overcome in the second time this meeting. In accordance with the mission, he will try to approach and grab the attention of this Young Master.

Molan tried to hide the shock when the name was mentioned, he cleared his throat and straightened his back on the couch. "Why did you arrive and ask Farada? Ah yes, I forgot.you can also be a reporter at any time, besides having painting talent," Molan then chuckled.

Sita smiled wryly, her lure began to hit. "Questioningly, how can a Farada be able to attract the attention of a famous Young Master was once a difficult person to approach by women who want to grab his attention and also know a little, he said, sorry..rogue." Sita raised her hand to form a quotation mark.

Molan's eyebrows linked to hearing it. He leaned his body slightly forward. A woman who can be said to be similar to a Turkish princess volleyball player, what is her name? Zehra Gunes if not wrong, but this Indonesian version seems to dig up a lot of information about him. Signify that this woman is the same as the others, or just as a surrogate to approach?

"So..what's the truth, Hm?" sita asked more and more boldly, "i agree with Big Brother, the info we hear from others is sometimes excessive. It all depends on the personal point of view that conveys it."

"The word 'rogue' you call, it means double. It could be a bastard or a jerk. If you mean in those two words, obviously I reject it," Molan shook as a form of affirmation, "but, I won't explain how naughty my version is because like you said, I'm not going to explain, it all depends on the point of view that sees or hears it,"

Molan paused, "...About Farada, she is a woman who can shake my heart, without me knowing the reason why I fell in love with her, she is a unique girl according to my version. Although_"

"If he should be released because he has been betrothed to another?"

"..."

Molan gasped, his sentence interrupted. His guess was right, this woman before him was the same as the others. Approaching him because asked by whom else if not, his father. All right, now I'm gonna go play this game!

Tong! The doorbell rings.

For a moment the conversation stopped, Molan then called Mang Ujang, Bik Minah's husband to open the gate.

Molan frowned as he peeked out from the horden looking at who was coming and was walking towards the terrace. Faradas! The man then stood up and opened the door. There is a miss that he must endure. He tried to behave normally, even though his chest was tight.

Farada looked a bit clumsy stepping up the terrace when Molan was already standing at the entrance.

"A..I'm here.just want to apologize for slapping you the other day. I didn't mean it, I was spontaneous." said Farada stammeringly, He tried to regulate his heart rate, then exhaled a little tight, "but you did miss it! Play hit as if Mas Restu is your enemy," continued Farada after successfully stroking himself.

Molan stood up. He stared fixedly at Farada's bead while the girl was talking. So cute in her eyes with her mouth pressed taper it felt - it felt like she wanted to pinch it. The man then tried to smile.

"Not to smile - smile!"

"Haishh!.You are sorry, but there is no sincerity."

"Udah ah, I just want to apologize, the taxi is waiting in front," he said he wanted to turn around to prepare to leave, but then he paused. The girl stood around, at a glance she saw that someone had appeared from inside and was standing at the side somewhat behind Molan.

Isha! He again..don't - don't? Farada tried to brush off his thoughts that arrived - arriving wide everywhere.

"Ohhh.you're morning - morning there are guests, deserved!" He exclaimed in a satirical tone, "Eh, it turns out Sita.maaf Ma'am, kirain who. I'm saying yes Mom!"

Sita nodded, She smiled meaningfully at Farada's erroneous behavior.