Love Should Choose
Sita with her absurd a thought

Sita, the girl with a soft face like a volleyball player from Turkey, took a seat next to Molan and glanced at the plate and bowl that had been empty in front of Molan. Means Young Master has been sitting here long enough, he thought. So, is that what he ate? What is hygienic food like this?

"Why you?" molan asked furiously looking at Sita like an amused person seeing something. "Never tried food like this?"

Seize the head in doubt. As he remembered, he had indeed never tasted eating in the open area. Maybe a teenager, but I forgot.

"You've been living outside anyway. Cobain first. Clean this!"

Sita accepted Molan's offer, then ordered the exact same meal as the Young Master. As for Molan, without further ado stood up and went to a small stall across the street to buy something. Tonight, Molan seemed to not care about the status or whatever the views of others to him. Because several pairs of eyes around from earlier often pay attention to him. How not? A handsome face with a near-perfect posture in the eyes of women looks so prominent among people around. The castle cannot be covered with a luxury sports car parked just by the roadside, not far from where he sits. Again, what does it matter?

Sita looked at the back of Molan who was running small across. The girl shook her head. Young Master who is cute and strange at the same time according to him. His judgment grew further after that, he was flabbergasted and his eyes were rounded when Molan returned from the small shop, a cigarette had slipped between the lips of the handsome man. Huh!?

"Sister?.since when do you smoke?"

Molan glanced sideways, "Barusan," he replied casually.

"You mean you're a smoker? You see I've never seen Brother smoke before," asked Sita in surprise, but she immediately got an answer when the Young Master smoked a cigarette and slowly disposed of the smoke by forming the letter 'O', but she immediately got an answer', the sign is pro!

"I used to be a smoker and an alcoholic."

From there, Sita was able to draw the conclusion that something happened, the girl then changed her body position slightly leaning to the side, then asked, "Sister...you again have a problem?" Closer his head to Molan's ears so that his voice is not heard by the person behind where they are sitting.

Molan turned his head, the smell of rose hair smelled on his nose so obvious, their distance seemed too close that the mint breath felt obvious in the man's ears. The man was gobsmacked, until finally Sita realized and quickly - quickly pulled himself back.

Molan cleared his throat, trying to catch his breath so that his voice sounded normal, "Hmm.The classic problem, about family and love triangle," he said plainly then laughed discordantly.

Sita advanced her body onto the table, with her face resting on both hands, glancing at her saying, "The love triangle hurts you know. I've been in that situation, and it's-"

"He...the man who is my brother now?" cut Molan fast.

Sita gasped in shock, she became misbehaved and straightened her body, then looked at the man next to her who was also looking at her.

Molan chuckled in a slur, "We're just as troubled as the same man."

"Do you know?"

Molan nodded, "I guessed it when you told me about your cousin.." the man tried to remember a name.

"...Samantha!" sita replied, "And, that's why you wanted to take me to DomTrav to meet Mas Restu this afternoon?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Restu was once my final destination, though no words have been said yet, but I knew he liked me too, until Samantha finally came up with all her charms making Mas Restu possible..." Sita paused, She hesitated with her statement, "maybe this is yes...My mother also likes Samantha."

Molan leaned his body towards Sita, it seemed like an interesting conversation, "Why don't you fight for your feelings? If the word is possible, it means you are just guessing it. It could be, they're just friends, right?"

Molan was speechless when he caught a glimpse of the change in Sita's face. There was a flash of disappointment.

"Why don't you ask first?And, finally you chose the Danish bule, without you knowing exactly what happened to Restu?"

Sita exhaled slowly. Molan's words had a point, he should have asked first, but...

"I grew up in Europe, but I still hold the principle of the eastern woman. The man who should fight for love"

"I disagree!" cut Molan.

"Oh yeah?" Sita changed her position to face Molan, waiting for an explanation from the man.

"Love must be fought together, there is no passive attitude there. Fight with the same people - just want to fight, NOT with people who just want to fight, what else with people who do not want to fight! Nonsens." cetus Molan philosophized out of nowhere he got the phrase.

"Yes...Agree! Then..why didn't Brother fight for love for Farada?"

Molan was stunned, not expecting Sita to reverse her talk.

"In this case, it's different. Farada. It's tied up, though not yet official. I don't want to take it, and it's probably fate. Never won against destiny!"

The girl agreed. As silence ensued between them, Molan was as if running out of words.

Sita then glanced at her watch, it was eleven at night. "Sister, we go home yuk!"

"Come on! You drive yourself?"

"No, I took a taxi online."

"Yes, I'm taking you home."

***

An hour after the chat with Molan, Sita was still unable to close her eyes. The clock on the wall was already at 12pm, his mind still glaring about the conversation with Molan. It turned out that the man was very mature in thinking, contrary to what the Great Lord said about his son.

Try to approach him. Molan is still unstable, muffled and likes to be selective in finding a partner. He was already approaching thirty years old, but had no intention at all to get married. Dizziness me!

I've already arranged for Restu with Farada. And, recently I found out, it turns out that Molan also likes Farada. But I can't decide Restu. So, I'm asking you, distract Molan. I don't have time, there are things I can't tell you why I told you to.

That was the command line he received from the Great Lord. He was not interested in the boss's idea. But, what would it feel like if he wanted to repay Restu? Yeah.all because there's Restu.

Ahhh!...Sita repeatedly brushed aside her absurd thoughts. By trying various positions to sleep, he finally fell asleep into the dream realm.