Love Should Choose
Entertain yourself or.... make memories?

"Seriously! where are we going?" Farada looked at the street, but it didn't seem to be the way home.

"Casual, Miss. We'll take a detour. It hasn't been a walk like this in a long time, has it? Soon you want to get married, later you can not he he he ...."

Farada turned his head, Molan's face looking relaxed like there was no burden saying that. Why doesn't he like it?

"Hey! how can I see me like that? Is there something strange about my face?" Molan glanced at the glass, making sure there was nothing on his face.

Farada hurriedly turned his face forward.

"Come on! Don't be like this. The bride-to-be should be cheerful, should be happy. Two more weeks ..Your life will change. Life won't be the same as single time, will it?" Molan then smiled wryly.

"Can we not talk about marriage?" farada looked sharply. Your smile ... hurts, Molan! Why is he so relaxed talking about it? Does that feel gone? Farada.

Molan chuckled, "Yes, if so now we're having fun!" Molan pulled the vehicle over. "Today, you're following me. Just this once, okay?" he turned his body to Farada.

Farada's forehead frowned, he immediately acted alert, "-I mean you?"

"Aishhhh!" Molan wanted to touch Farada's forehead but he didn't. "You act like you want to be harassed!" molan laughed again.

Farada's face met in red, recalling an incident in Sapporo when the man almost kissed her for wanting to avoid Donna. "Ih! Yeudah, what?" said Farada while glaring.

Molan grabbed his phone on the nightstand, then turned off the power, "Today, we're having fun, we're enjoying today without anyone interrupting, Okay? Now turn off your phone!"

Farada thought for a moment about Molan's strange request. What's he planning? but ... there is no harm in following it as well. All righty!

Farada took his phone from the bag, then turned it off. "Now, what?"

Molan simply smiled and immediately drove his vehicle towards the outer ring toll of the city.

"You haven't answered, where are we going? How do you get on the toll?"

"Please calm down, we're going to the top! We're one day refreshing the mind, refreshing the brain!" molan answered while increasing the speed of his car swerving on the streets that are not so crowded today.

Farada. A good idea. Aren't his thoughts so seized these few days? lack of sleep as well.

Molan? ... The man who always had a way to comfort him with his unexpected actions. Ski recording in Sapporo Japan, night walks in Jogyakarta looking for gudeg, until several times entertaining him invite to the beach in Bali. Ah yes ... Don't forget, this guy who can sometimes be very annoying once suddenly immediately threw himself in a swimming pool with full clothes, only to make him smile again when he was sad.

Heart melos. He just sat quietly looking at the road without caring about Molan who brought a vehicle like a racer. He thought, now this ... He doesn't know if Molan is currently in his entertaining mode, or ... Treating his own heart and wanting to leave behind memories?

Unknowingly, Farada fell asleep. Clear details on the edge of her closed eyelids, pooling.

Molan slowed down his vehicle. He looked at Farada's peaceful face in his sleep. The man fought with his own mind. Could he later accept this girl beside him to be 'sister-in-law?'

He tried to make peace with his wishes, trying to crush Farada. For that, he will do something. He proposes himself who leads the preparations and everything for Farada's smooth marriage. Tomorrow, he will fly to Bali. After that? ... He already knew what he should do later.

"Farada, wake! We've arrived." Molan then pulled over his vehicle at a small stall. The high plains, as well as the vast expanse of tea gardens around it give an exotic impression on the location of the stall.

Farada blinked his eyes a few times. His sleep was so good.

"Where are we?" he said while stretching the muscles.

"That!" point Molan to the side. The shop is a little above. Stalls that provide a variety of traditional foods, such as noodles, boiled beans and not to miss grilled corn.

"Waaahh..this is so beautiful!" Farada inhaled a deep breath of air, "we eat noodles, yuk!"

"That's the plan ha ha ha, come on!"

Molan and Farada entered the shop which was immediately greeted by the shopkeeper with a face of sumringah. Both of them agreed to order boiled indomie first, before proceeding to other foods.

"So remember the time of eating ramen in Japan," said Molan smiled faintly.

"Yes, you weren't into noodles at the time, were you?" point at Farada while laughing in light of the incident. The beginning of their introduction that there is no romantic-romantic.

Molan smiled again, he noticed Farada's face fixed. "Because it was the first time I ate noodles, it used to be anti. Uh now even be doyan!"

"Everything is not to be rejected first, right?"

Molan nodded as well.

Suddenly Farada thought of something, "Oh yeah, I want to ask you one thing. Used ... The nights you've called me, what's going on?"

"Huh?" Molan frowned trying to remember, "Oohh ... Which phone did you pick up, huh?"

"No, I hesitated, but ... After that I called back, your phone is off!"

"Yes, my phone went low afterwards" Molan told a lie.

"Why do you want to call me?"

"Nor ... Don't eat noodles he he."

Farada was silent, he noticed Molan's face laughing discordantly.

"Why?"

"Sorry ..." said the girl, looking down.

"It's okay, it's been a while, right? Anyway, now we can eat noodles he he he he."

"No, don't laugh!" farada firmly with a look describing sadness.

"Huh?" Molan's eyes are breaking. He was confused by Farada's sudden change in attitude, "K .. why?"

"Laughter is ... painful, you know?" Farada's tears are dripping. "I know you're actually sad because of me, right?"

Molan fell silent, he admitted that. "B.not begit_"

"Why ... you have to apply to take care of my marriage! You're hurt, though?" Farada then tried to wipe away her tears, "Why ... You love me like that? Because what ...?" connect Farada with tears more and more. The girl's chest felt tight.

Molan remained silent. The man turned his gaze to stare at the expanse of the tea garden.

"Answer, Molan!"

"Because of you Farada Anastha... Yeah, because of you!"

Farada's shoulders were shaken with tears, his face down with tears he could not hold.

Silence happened for a while. Molan bit his lower lip, he let Farada spill all his emotions. The man spread his gaze to look at the hill in front of him. Farada finally calmed down. The girl wiped her tears with a tissue, only her sobs were still left.

"Asha...Udah ah, you make me like a husband who is doing KDRT. Tuh .. loi, the shop mother to be afraid to want to nganterin our noodles. Yeah ..so blooming on her noodles!" guyon Molan with his silly face.

"Shut up!" snapped Farada while throwing his snot out violently wearing a tissue.

"So, slovenly!"

"Belgium!"