Love Should Choose
Whose blessing are you with?

Molan clucked softly, he was studying the files of Hendro's lawyer last night, only tonight he saw. The file that should have been signed this afternoon and the copy file was returned, since morning lying just like that without being touched.

The Company and the Wealth of his Papa is so much, that He must look at the sentence written in the file because there are some things that have not been understood. For example, no matter what the meaning of his father, from all the companies he inherited, he and Restu were always involved together in it, not separated, the ownership was also both. Except, hospitality arguably fully delegated to him, Restu only 10 percent of share ownership. Even so, in the written clause Restu is still required to be involved in operational implementation. Whatdoes thatmean?

It didn't feel like for more than two hours he was on the bed studying the bundle of files, his stomach wrapped around it. He just remembered he hadn't eaten since lunch. In fact, Bik Minah has been fussy since earlier telling her to eat immediately.

The clock has shown at 20:00, Molan got out of bed, he was not usually served so that food was delivered to the room, although Bik Minah also offered it. Molan went down the second floor to the kitchen room where he used to eat there, not in the large family dining room. At the table even though there is food and side dishes in the field, but he does not taste to eat it, so tomorrow for Bik Minah, thought Molan.

Molan opened one of the small kitchen set cabinets that contain some instant food stock, his eyes were then fixed on several cups of instant noodles various brands neatly stacked by Bik Minah. She's stunned. In the past, this instant food was the food he avoided the most, but ever since the events in Sapporo Japan, when he was stuck on a snow hill with Farada, this food became his favorite.

Farada, a! Remembering that name, his mind immediately wandered. It turned out that even a small moment made him remember the girl who had made him fall in love. What could it be later, she accepted and coexisted with Farada, as sister-in-law?

Molan just sat in the dining chair doing nothing. Suddenly he had an idea.

***

Somewhere else...

Farada was just about to go home from the cafe to meet Dian, after noon the girl met the Wedding Organization to discuss about decorating her wedding theme with Restu. It should have been decided but because Restu could not leave his job who had to meet with the leader of the project cooperation partner, finally only Farada himself came. The meeting could not be left because Restu would give the job to his successor later. Do not forget, that starting next month Restu immediately resigned from the DomTrav. Things that will only be known by Farada after a few days later.

Farada just wanted to order a taxi, suddenly his phone rings. He reached into his handbag immediately, he thought that Restu was the one who called back, because he had called but did not answer. Indeed, Restu had already informed him that he would be overtime and likely until the new night was over.

But, the assumption is wrong!

He stared at the screen for a long time, the name of the Silly One was clearly displayed there. He didn't dare to pick up yet, still couldn't believe Molan would call him, after so many days of no communication. Farada tried to regulate his irregular heartbeat, even though he had met several times before, but this was in a different situation. Honestly, he did miss the silly man who had seized his mind, even if just talking, about anything.

After her breathing was regular, she intended to press the green button on the screen, but the call was already hunted down by Molan. Ish... dead!

While Molan was sitting across there with his chin up, he was dumbstruck, his cell phone he just put on the table after Farada whom he tried to call did not answer the call. In fact, two instant noodles he had prepared earlier and intended to eat them with Farada if the girl wanted to.

Stupidly he still thought that Farada would take his call after all this would happen. Molan no longer intends to contact, maybe now Farada is with Restu or indeed the girl has given a high limit and does not want to talk to him again. Yes already! Then, the phone on the table he reached and then pressed the off power button, turning off the device.

In order for his mind not to widen everywhere, it was better for him to immediately go out in search of fresh air. Eating toast and a glass of coffee may be the right solution. He then prepared to change his clothes and grabbed the car keys to leave immediately. Unbeknownst to him, elsewhere across the street, Farada was fumbling around after the girl finally lowered her ego and tried to dial back Molan's number but couldn't connect, because the man's phone has been switched off.

***

Molan drove his vehicle through the street stream that had begun to unravel from the density of the afternoon. The Mahakam area in Blok M area is the destination, it is a place that is very popular with young people in South Jakarta today to just gather in cafes and taste various types of food at night.

No matter how many times Molan had to go around in circles to find a car park, it turns out that tonight is indeed crowded until the parking lot is full until when a black Avanza car is seen coming out, Molan went straight in before the car from the front like it was about to ambush him.

He parked his sports car next to a black Camry sedan. And as he prepared to get out of the car, Molan was stunned. The man sharpened his vision towards the front within about fifteen meters of his current position. It looks like a man like Restu is sitting opposite a woman. But wait! It doesn't seem to be Farada.

Molan confirmed again his vision, right it's not Farada, but who? Obviously, the man was Restu but he did not know the woman who was still dressed blazer interlocutor's office. Whose blessing are you with? Molan kept silent for a moment, he leaned his back against the seat while still not letting go of his eyes watching the movements of the gerik they spoke. They chatted familiarly and seemed to go home from work directly to this place, seen from Restu's clothes wearing a white shirt even though it was rolled slightly up.

The woman in front of Restu looks more talkative, both hands he put on the table with body gestures leaning forward, while Restu himself looks only beards, and occasionally chiming.

Could it be Restu's secretary or business partner? Molan thinks monologue himself.

After a long silence, Molan finally got out of his car, and walked up to the two people who were busy talking.

"Hello, Res?"

Restu looked up and turned his face to the source of the voice beside him. The hue of his face changed when he found out who was reprimanding him.