Love Should Choose
Canceled

Molan stuck his ass in the beachside lounger enjoying the afternoon air of Nusa Dua. Yes, it has been three days now Molan was on the island of the gods of Bali to supervise and help decorate the wedding of Restu and Farada which will be held one week away.

Today all of his work is done. He smiled as he spread his gaze combing in various directions. Like he didn't want to go through every moment he saw. Occasionally he tidied his hair that had started long on the broom of the wind that was blowing quite fast that afternoon. The goal is only one, want to enjoy the sunset alone.

When that moment arrived, he rested his back, his hands stretched out in control of the chair. The gaze was fixed on the sun that slowly disappeared behind the waves. She smiled, grabbed a cell phone and called someone.

"Np ... It's all done!"

The man across there was heard taking a deep breath. "Next, how is Young Master?"

"Everything stays the way I planned, Om."

"Young Master has really thought of that plan?"

Molan looked down at his feet playing in the sand. "Om already! it's temporary, until I'm completely ready, and I'm back."

"Your Young Master, then everything has been prepared. Take good care of Young Master. Keep telling Om if there's anything."

Molan nodded, "I'm dropping the company, Om!"

"Ready Young Master!"

***

Iin's mother, who is now back in Soraya's name, looked at her last photo with Erick. For a long time he kept silent to see the family photos that had not been on display, still lying below leaning against the wall of his room. When his eyes were fixed on seeing the figure of Molan who stood alone apart with Restu and Farada, he was pensive. He had expressed his rejection when the big master wanted to do a photo together because it was sudden and would hit Molan mentally. But Erick's wish he can't resist.

"Hello?" Molan answered the phone from an unknown number

It was silent for a few seconds but the sound of a heavy sigh across it indicated it was a woman.

"Hello." soft voice greeted.

"Mother...?" Sapa Molan who was preparing with a suitcase in hand, then stopped his steps. He recognized that voice. "How are you, Mom?"

"Alhamdulillah. You all right there, son?"

Molan nodded, though invisible. "good. Mommy need anything with me?" molan asked still in astonishment.

"No, I just wanted to ask you. Well, then, yes, I've got a message that Molan needs Mom, don't hesitate to tell Mom."

Molan was silent for a moment, he who from childhood never felt the affection of a mother, stunned. "Yes, Mom."

That brief conversation gave a deep meaning to a Molan. He stood in front of the door for a few moments before continuing his steps to the airport to leave the island of Bali.

***

Maho Beach is a unique beach in the Saint Martin region of the Caribbean islands, because it is located adjacent to the runway of Princess Juliana International Airport. Many airplane enthusiasts who come every day to see the planes that come and take off become interesting tourist attractions while sunbathing on this beach.

In addition, there are so many cafes and classy lodging along the coast in the region that is an added value to the attractiveness of tourists from various countries in the world.

No exception for a Molan who has two days anchored himself in the Caribbean.

"Gue was looking for it here!"

Tommy, the best friend sat his ass in the recliner across from Molan's desk, "I'm sleepy, you suddenly told me to come here, boss!" tommy replied as he called the cafe waiter asking for a drink.

"Lo, also impromptu ngabarin want to see me, Tom! In the long run, maybe I go straight to Singapore first."

Tommy had just arrived almost midnight from Singapore because Molan told him to catch up. Not without real reason, he was asking for help his side about the problems in his Papa Donna's company.

"Sori, boss! I also just found out the real incident, after I asked for a thorough audit, it turned out that there was embezzlement in Om Hery's company," Tommy paused, a waiter came to bring a drink and put it on a small table, "...dan, you know? It's been going on for quite a while" Tommy continued after the waiter left.

Molan closed his hands, his view still did not change to see the tourists who were playing on the beach waiting for the plane landing and take off. "That color, you postponed the marriage to Donna?"

"It's not really because of that, Donna's father is sick. He had a mild stroke earlier this month."

"Stroke?" Molan turned his head, his brows furrowed.

"Yes, it turns out Om hery has been kissing embezzlement in his company since a few months ago. Thought because the director of finance was working with the mafia!" Tommy took a rough breath, "eat it, I'd like to ask you a favor, please" he added.

Molan rubbed his chin a few times, his brain thinking. "That means we have to act again?" molan said with a smile.

Yes, Molan actually wanted to bury the times a few years ago, when he was often involved in fighting in the mafia world first. But it seems he has to postpone his wish.

"Jude, I'll call the others. Trus? What about the police?" ask Molan to make sure.

"The verbal message goes, but you know it yourself, right? If dealing with the mafia the authorities are a bit difficult, so..mafia must fight the mafia!" tommy replied while sipping his drink.

Their conversation halted when a plane appeared to be about to land. It sounded as if the plane was overhead and the screams from the boisterous spectators were an excruciating sight rarely seen. Only on this Maho beach!

"Cong-by ... About Farada, how?"

Molan did not answer, he shook his head.

"Sori, I don't mean to reveal it but I'm surprised, Restu and Farada's wedding will soon be, uh ... It was a vacation like this. Where are you going?"

Molan took his breath, "Gue wants to settle down somewhere, but I don't want to tell anyone yet!"

"Ck, including me?"

"Ho oh, including elo!" molan then laughed softly.

Tommy changes his position to face his best friend, "So big is Farada to Lo, Bro? Until it has to be like this? And, I don't think that elo designed the preparation as good as last ... Then leave. What does that mean, man?"

"Gue just wanted to see Farada smile, that's all," Molan replied flatly.

"But, I'm not sure he'll smile, instead he'll grieve Young Master!"

Molan immediately glanced at Tommy who was still looking at him sharply, "Why ha_" Suddenly Molan's phone rang. He glanced at her at a glance. He immediately got up from his leyeh-leyeh, his forehead wrinkled as the name of Uncle on the screen called out. What did Herwanto call?

"Hello, Om?"

After that, suddenly Molan's face turned tense and his gaze looked up, "Huh? Cancel...??"