Love Should Choose
Mourned

"Oh, so you're Samantha?" molan said after Restu introduced the woman who was with him, and without further ado then took one of the chairs and just sat there.

Samantha did not immediately reply, she fixed her sitting position. "Sorry, you know me?" ask the girl who turns out to be named Samantha in surprise. As he remembered, he had only met this time with the man who introduced himself as Molan, but the man whose face was like Johnny Depp as he had known him, from the way he asked.

Molan placed his phone on the table, smiling as if understanding what the woman on his right was thinking. "I know your name from someone, we don't know each other personally."

Samantha scrunched her forehead. Somebody?

Likewise with Restu, he was also surprised by the way and attitude of Molan called the name Samantha. He glanced at his sister with a cynical look. "You, what's the point of coming here?" tanya Restu shifted Molan's attitude towards Samantha.

"It's a public place bader, relax dong. Anyone can come here, right?" molan glanced sharply back at Restu's eyes while advancing his body to the front of the table.

This situation makes Samantha more astonished mixed confused with the attitude of the two men who just met this, it seems there is something strange according to her. The girl glanced at Restu as if asking for an answer, why this newly arrived man suddenly showed such a hostile attitude towards Restu.

"He's, my brother!" resolutely Restu as if answering the question that was in Samantha's mind.

Samantha's eyes were puffed up, dumbfounded. "Oh, you have a sister?" samantha asked and narrowed her eyes, this is a new fact known, because once upon a time, Restu was an only child. Then, the girl looked at Molan and Restu in turn, looking for similarity in appearance. The facial lines are similar but they look the same age, the pull of their eyebrows and jaws are the same, but Restu looks more mature, probably because of his calm stature, while the other one is more cheerful and open, Samantha judged these two men in front of her inwardly.

"To be precise, we also just found out that it was brothers," said Molan moving his forefinger, "This one is-"

"As long as it's told here," said Restu, cutting Molan's words, "we're all brothers who just met."

"Oh that," Samantha nodded a few times. Although he did not understand what Restu said, but it is good that he just ignored it and did not want to ask again about it. It seems there is indeed a 'polemic' that occurs among those who are said to be brothers.

"Ehm, Molan..do you know from where about me?" Samantha repeated the unanswered question. He was curious and tried to guess, could Restu possibly tell him about himself?

"From...Sitta Angelina," answered Molan flatly, He wanted to see the reaction of the two people sitting on his left-right side.

"Huh!?" Restu and Samantha made a sound simultaneously, especially Restu, his body stiffened instantly, he leaned his back against the chair.

"Sitta?" Restu repeated, he tried to catch his breath to look normal. But, Molan already knew how Restu felt that the man was pretending to be calm.

Suddenly, Molan stood up and whispered into his ear Restu who was still sitting. "Gue's gonna have a chat for a second, come on!" cetus Molan, he paused turning to Samantha, "Sori, I have a moment with this Brother of mine!" he jolted Samantha's daydream that had been silent, and without waiting for a response, Molan stepped towards the car park followed by Restu.

Meanwhile, Samantha only looked at the two men who walked together with feelings of anxiety, fearing an incident because from the beginning, the attitude of the two already looks like hostile. Who exactly is Molan? How do you know Sita?

"Reply..." Molan immediately opened his voice when the two of them arrived at the car park, "gue has not sincerely accepted you as my brother but the fact is that, your position as a big brother to me even though we are only one year old," Molan paused, "but, I don't discuss about your same sisters. If you don't love Farada, let him go!" Molan then brought his face closer to Restu with his jaw hardened and his index finger pressed against Restu's chest. "Gue knows, Lu harbors a love for others, between Sita and Samantha! I don't know. But..conscious? If this is the way, you will repeat the mistakes of the Great Lord and Soraya's Mother?"

Restu's body stiffened at the words, his hands clenched down, he wanted to be angry but his emotions were immediately mastered considering that he was currently in a public place.

"You why? Because Farada's victim for life. Like my mama thing! Because the great master never loved him!" Then Molan laughed off his head.

"I will marry Farada!"

Suddenly Molan and Restu's phone rang together. They both got a short message that contained the same...

Waiting for you at RS. Hope K*ta, Great Lord critical!

***

This afternoon...

A mourning atmosphere enveloped the extended family of S.Erick Mahendrata. The great master had died this morning in the hospital after he had regained consciousness at dawn. His body was buried at noon.

Molan bowed languidly alone on his papa's bed. While Restu, Soraya's mother, Herwanto and several other relatives outside serve guests who are increasingly serving and condolences.

Molan doesn't want to interact with people yet, he wants to be alone. Still his father's advice when he woke up from his sleep before exhaling a last breath, which in essence advised that he should accept Soraya and Restu as his brother and work together to develop their business empire.

For a long time, it felt like Molan was pensive in his papa bed until the door of the room knocked. He turned his head but did not intend to open it, until the umpteenth beat, then the man inched down.

With a lazy step, Molan then opened the door and he was surprised that Soraya's mother was standing there.

"May I come in?" ask Soraya carefully. This is the first conversation he has done personally with the child.

Molan did not reply, he stared deeply at Soraya's face. The gentle face of a mother, looking for sincerity there.

Molan then nodded and shifted his body allowing Soraya to enter.

"What do I need to do here?" ask Molan.

After stepping inside for about a meter, Soraya turned around. "Mom just wants to make sure you're okay, son!" Soraya then smiled sincerely.

Molan was stunned to hear the name 'Son' from Soraya's mouth. Words that he never even remembers the last time he heard from a mother's mouth.

"S-i.m fine," answered Molan bitterly, then turned his gaze in another direction when Soraya could not see it.

"Eat already? I've prepared a meal for you, if you want to eat here, I can tell the aunt to bring it here, I see you from the morning seem not to eat."

I prepared a meal for you.What was that? Soraya's mother prepared a meal for him?

Molan's heart actually wanted to refuse, but his head was the opposite, he nodded instead.

Soraya smiled again, "Okay, I'll bring you here." Soraya then stroked Molan's arm, "Mom understands what you are feeling right now. Whenever you need Mom, talk!"

Molan's tears trickled as he stared at Soraya's back who passed away to fetch food for him.