Love Should Choose
Molan's veiled plan

A week has passed since the death of the Great Lord, but news media both television and online are still busy talking about the death of one of the richest people in Asia. And, the guests who were praying were still seen coming even though not much like in previous days. Guests who came later were average relations from abroad who did not have time to attend the funeral process of the great master Erick due to various obstacles.

Herwanto knocked on the door of the master's room and loosened his head without excuse. He didn't see Molan in bed. Then he closed the door and walked down the side street to the balcony because he thought the young master must be there. Sure enough, Molan was sitting down playing a hand-strengthening gym.

"What is Young Master?" ask Herwanto while sitting his ass in a chair.

Molan turned a glance and put the dumbbells down. "Extime exercise is good for the health of the mind, Om." Molan smiled wryly, "are you outside still crowded?"

Herwanto shook his head, "There are not many, only close relatives. They had asked a lot about the whereabouts of Young Master, but I said Young Master was resting," Herwanto said, turning his eyes straight ahead.

Molan just kept quiet.

"Oh yeah, next about the company how is Young Master? We must immediately hold a board meeting and GMS as soon as possible, so that the shareholders are not confused."

Getting the question, Molan was a little surprised, one thing he had not thought of, about the continuity of the company. He turned to the right hand of his Papa, "It should be discussed with Restu Om, he who can mandate from Papa to manage the companies," Molan paused, "in the meantime, he can mandate from Papa to manage the companies, I want to rest first," bitter Molan laughed.

Herwanto frowned at Molan's words, "I mean Young Master?" tanyanya did not understand the sentence 'want to rest first' that.

"No point, um.just want to rest first. Let Restu set the wheels of the company, because that's his field, and he's experienced leading the company, right?"

Herwanto looked compassionately at the child he had cared for as a child. He understood, there was something hidden behind that sentence. But, he didn't want to ask that at the moment. "Hm, should Young Master talk first with Restu, later I mediate it, how?"

"So much Om then!"

Suddenly there was a knock from the side door that connected the front room with the balcony.

One of the Art appeared, "Sorry Young Master, Mr. Herwanto.ada Non Farada wants to meet Young Master."

Molan and Herwanto looked at each other for a moment. What was? Molan shook his shoulders, "Have a Bik!"

"Then, I say yes" Herwanto then stood ready to leave but was prevented by Molan, "Don't Om, here, Restu suspected."

"No, Om you want to talk about it with Restu below, too" replied Herwanto but met with Farada who just entered.

"Sir Director," said Farada politely, "where are you going sir? I just want to leave for a moment to go to Tuan Muda," Farada explained to Herwanto so as not to cause other perceptions in the director's mind.

"Please, Non. I'm done, there's something I want to take care of also below." said Herwanto stepped foot leaving them both there.

After Herwanto left, Farada then walked to the side of the balcony and leaned against the wall while looking at the sky that was quite bright that afternoon. "The view here is beautiful!" Farada looked at the amazement around the mansion which was made two floors, but when compared to the house around, it would look taller because the mansion was actually designed three floors for the size of a regular house.

Molan did not respond, he just looked towards Farada waiting for a follow-up sentence to come out of the girl's mouth.

Farada then turned his head towards Molan, for a moment they looked at each other.

Molan then turned his gaze the other way, breaking off the eye contact that occurred. "What are you here for?" said Molan flat.

"That's not what you're going to say, is it?" tanya Molan looked back at Farada, still in her sitting position.

Farada let out a heavy sigh, the awkwardness between them so obvious now, "I want to go home. A. I want to see how you are. Mm..I mean, since the Great Lord is gone, you're rarely seen, you just lock yourself up here, while the guests ask a lot of questions"

"I'm fine, if that's what you mean, I just want to calm down for a bit. This streak of events, it's kind of hard for me." Molan then stood up and walked towards the side next to Farada.

The girl looked down at the floor. Molan's words were quite flirting with him. After all, he was part of that streak.

"Where are your wedding preparations?"

Farada looked up, then shook his head, his facial water changed, "Can you, don't talk about marriage right now?"

Molan surprised. "Well, why?"

"It's still a mood of mourning, no good talking about the party!"

Molan chuckled at Farada's reply, "I'm just talking about your marriage, not the party."

"Don't laugh!" ketus Farada's. Seeing the man laughing forced it made his heart ache. "me-"

Unfortunately, Farada's sentence had to be interrupted when the aunt knocked on the door again and said, "Young Master, Ibu Sita wants to meet, how?" ask the aunt who brought a tray of drinks for her young master and then put it on the table.

"Oh, tell me to come in Bik!" Farada spoke up immediately. While Molan rubbed his nape, the chatter began to melt should come to a halt. Sita appeared with a face of sumringah but turned unhappy when she saw Farada there.

"Loh, you've been here for a long time?" tanya Sita tried to be calm, dampening her feelings of dislike for the girl since from Jogjakarta.

"I also just came here, Ms. Sita, just wanted to go home the same...Young Master," Farada said quickly and he glanced at Molan for a moment with a hard-to-understand look, then let go.

Sita noticed Farada's back passing, then turned towards Molan who was also looking towards Farada to leave. "She hasn't been able to move on from you, sister!"

Molan clucked, his eyes rolling towards Sita with raised eyebrows, "It's none of your business, is it?" reprimanded as he turned around and grabbed the glass of drink that Art brought earlier, "You, there's a need with me?" he still had a glass hanging in his hand. Mood Molan changed drastically after meeting Farada earlier. It is not in stale base mode.

"Tomorrow morning I plan to return to Jogja, the work has piled up, only just now I talked to the director of Herwanto he said wait two more days, wait two more days, because there will be an internal meeting here with Young Master and...Rest."

Molan placed the glass half-full on the table. Ah yes, He remembered his plan that wanted to bring Sita with Restu and Samantha, but not yet accomplished, maybe this is the time. But, have Sita and Restu met recently? Given that since her father died, she had not had any communication with this girl. "You, have you met Restu?"

Sita sighed, "Not yet directly, just passing by at the Great Lord's burial."

"The reaction?"

"Not so clear, maybe he forgot because I'd cut his hair short and a little fatter than he used to know," Sita timps with eyes glaring.

Molan thought for a moment, "Then we have a meeting tomorrow night!" Molan then got up and prepared to take a shower.