Love Should Choose
Disappear

Molan spurred the pace of his vehicle at an above-average speed through a fairly congested motorway that afternoon. He had just arrived from an overseas flight after a shocking revelation regarding Farada-Restu.

The only goal is one, to meet Farada!

Herwanto who specifically came to pick him up at the airport several times had to close his eyes to see his foster children driving a car like an orang-in-waiting.

"Be careful in front there's a trailer, Young Master!" Sometimes Herwanto has to give a warning. He inevitably has to be a navigator who accompanies drivers ala-ala racers.

Molan only mumbled a sign of understanding.

And the speed of the vehicle must falter when it starts to enter the inner-city toll exit. Molan slowed down.

"Now ... Farada doesn't know where, Om?" molan asked with a serious face.

Herwanto shook his head before replying, "Not yet, his parents don't know where he is either. He said Farada just said he wanted to calm down somewhere, but didn't tell me where it was."

Hearing that Molan suddenly pulled over and stopped. He thought.

"Young Master thought of something?" tanya Herwanto scrunched his forehead.

Molan was silent for a while, his finger tapped on the steering wheel a few times, then picked up the phone and tried to call Farada, but it was off. He also returned to thinking.

Suddenly ...

"I know where to look!"

Herwanto turned his head quickly, "Where is Young Master?"

Molan didn't answer, he dialed someone's number. After several times the dial has not been connected, new in response.

"Hello?"

"Tissa, where are you?" ask Molan without further ado.

"Young Master? I'm at the hotel, sir, working. What's the matter, Young Master?"

"You're not going anywhere after this, wait for me!" he then immediately cut off the conversation.

In addition, Herwanto did not ask again when Molan started the car and gas tanked towards the Luxury Hotel.

It took only fifteen minutes for Molan to get to the hotel, he went inside with Herwanto after handing the key to a valet.

"Young Master, it doesn't matter if Om stays, Om wants to meet clients and may have been waiting."

"It's okay Om!" said Molan waved his hand as he continued walking towards the marketing area. Some employees who passed by him looked down respectfully, some were just greeting but some were whispering without knowing what they were talking about. "Focus works!" molan said when he found the employees who were whispering.

Suddenly Molan saw Restu walking towards the elevator with his secretary, "Restu!"

Restu stopped, and was a little shocked when he saw the whereabouts of Molan. He did continue to work as usual, not affected by the events of the cancellation of his marriage. He stared coldly at Molan who walked up to him, only codifying the secretary to leave first.

"Why did it go like this, Res?" molan asked when they were facing off.

Restu did not immediately reply, he gestured for Molan to follow him walking to a quiet place on the edge. "You should have asked Farada, because he wanted it" he replied calmly. But moral pressure was evident in Molan's eyes on his brother's face.

"But ... Do you know why, what?"

"Please ask her directly! Because ...," Restu paused, he took one step forward challenging Molan's eyes so sharply, "this relates to you!"

"Huh!? How...gue?" Molan's eyes fumbled, he was shocked to hear Restu's statement. "Where is Farada now?"

Restu smiled cynically as he raised both his shoulders, "I don't know! To be sure, he had resigned two days ago." said Restu who then left Molan who was confused to hear the answer.

After realizing that Restu was not there, Molan continued his steps towards the marketing area. Tissa must know where Farada is! In short, he is his best friend.

Molan entered the marketing room, several employees greeted him immediately.

"Tissa Baskoro, where is it?" asked the young master while chirping looking for the whereabouts of Farada's best friend.

"There's a meeting room, Young Master," replied one of the women.

"Please call him, I'll wait in his room!" point it while walking to the room Tissa who since the mutation of Bali was immediately raised to be Chief Marketing at this headquarters.

A short time later, the door was knocked and the figure of Tissa's face appeared with a slightly tense look at the young master sitting in his chair.

"Young Master called me?"

"Sit down, Sa! just relax, don't strain so," said Molan smiling to give calm.

The groggy Tissa grew even more clumsy looking at the smile of this man in front of her. He already knew what the young master meant to him. He sat across from Molan's desk.

Molan himself did not immediately ask, he only saw the face of the girl in front of him fixedly. His gaze intimidated the opponent.

I thought, young master must have asked Farada, right? Inner Tissa. The girl tried to catch her breath to look calm. "I don't know Young Master, two days ago Fara just said she wanted to resign, but she didn't know why. Time sa_"

"Enough!" cut Molan fast, "I asked once again ... Where's Farada?" molan said, the man was pushing his body forward. His eyes became more intimidating.

Tissa's getting groggy, she can't lie anymore. Although Farada had asked him not to tell anyone about his whereabouts but the young master's eyes in front of him were so deadly. Sorry Fara, I can't lie anymore, inner Tissa monologue.

"Mahara ... There is somewhere, in the form of a villa in the area of Putri Bogor Mountain, belonging to my family, Young Master," replied Tissa lowered her head as her fingers twisted over her thighs. He felt guilty towards Farada, but he could not pretend to be ignorant in front of Molan whose eyes were so sharply intimidating.

Molan bearded his head for a moment. With a faint smile, he gave Tissa a scrapbook and a pen, "Please write down the full address" he said.

***

Molan stopped his car after entering the yard of a house that precisely shaped villa in the area of Mount Putri. The villa that looks so beautiful with a stretch of hills in front of it. A white sedan car is seen parking in the garage, a sign that there are residents here.

Molan knocked on the door a few times, "Farada!" call him but no one. He had to peek behind the glass, remaining invisible to anyone inside.

Molan then walked around the house, when he got to the back, it turned out that the villa was two floors with a room on the top. He slightly ran up the stairs and knocked on the door and called Farada. But the concerned did not answer.

Molan peeked back behind the glass, apparently there was no one in it. The man stood on the balcony in front of the room, he looked around looking for Farada.

Suddenly ....

From the bottom Farada appeared. Their views meet. Farada's eye brows were adrift. He saw Molan standing in front of him. The man found it. But, he had guessed who told the man about his whereabouts here.

"Why are you here?" ask Farada. The girl walked slowly over to Molan who was still glued to look at her.

Molan felt the look in Farada's eyes and face as if he was holding the weight. The girl was crying.

"God! Even dumbfounded!" farada said, "why come here?" repeated later.

Molan gasped, He scratched his non-itchy head. "Oh.eh, look for you! Fuckin' nuisance period, impossible, right?" molan replied crisply with his silly face.

"Not funny!"

"Oh my God!" molan replied pretending to be shocked as he rubbed his chest.

***

Day has crawled night. High areas and hilly environments make the air cooler.

Molan and Farada sat side by side in front of the bonfire. The atmosphere had melted after the previous action had been silent to each other. A few hours ago, they had descended into the settlement of residents looking for fish to burn.

While enjoying some ripe fish, Molan asked, "How many days have you been here?"

"Two days ago," Farada replied as he whipped the still-hot fish into the peck seasoning.

"You, aren't afraid of being here alone at all?" The question he wanted to ask earlier. He astonished Farada so boldly in this desolate villa around him.

Farada shook his head, "No!" he replied indifferently, then took two fish that had been dipped in seasoning and then in flops in combustion.

"Fleet ... Why did you cancel your wedding?"

Farada immediately stopped packing fish on the clasp. He looked towards Molan who was looking at him sharply. Then clean your hands and sit with both hands resting on your knees.

"I asked you back ... Why are you going to the Caribbean?" Farada asked back with demanding eyes.

"Huh? How do you know?"

"I heard your conversation with Mr. Herwanto on the phone. After pleading for an answer, only then did I know where you were ...," Farada paused his sentence, he turned his gaze forward, his face turned moody, "you want to disappear, right? Until your liver injury is treated, whether until when, and ... It's because of me, right?"

Molan fell silent, everything Farada said was true.

"You want to know why I canceled it?" Molan nodded.

"Because .. I'm starting to like you!" farada looked down, her tears flowing.

Molan's mouth was perfectly rounded, in his heart so happy to hear this first statement coming out of Farada's mouth. "When did you start liking me?"

Farada took a deep breath, "Since your debate with the Great Lord after the photo session together first. I was thinking, are you going to be able to see me with Restu, while you love and have to endure pain for life?" Farada shook his head how many times.

Molan was still waiting for Farada's next sentence.

"I made a decision ... Even if I love you, but I'm going to get out of both of you're lives! I didn't choose anyone. I don't want you guys to be hostile for life because of me." Farada paused again, the girl's tears were more and more flowing, "I'm sorry."

"Huh!?" Molan's feelings instantly dipped.

Farada's cry was unstoppable, both of his shoulders were shaken.