Love Should Choose
Sapporo - Japan

Sapporo is a beautiful city located in the northern part of Japan. It is also the capital city of Hokkaido with a population density of four after Yokohama, Osaka and Nagoya. Some areas in this city are often covered with snow, so no wonder the city is also famous for its snow festival which is routinely held every year in February.

Yes, this is where Farada's destination is now. After a journey of almost 13 hours he arrived in the city of Nagoya, to continue the journey to Sapporo.

Farada was picked up by the hotel which happened to also be represented by employees from Indonesia. A woman, named Tissa, who would later become Farada's best friend.

Farada was crabbing looking for a representative who would pick him up. "With Farada's mother?", asked Tissa when she saw a woman of the same stature as him. Farada looked at the source of the sound, was willing to use international language only, but he said, "Eh yes right".

"Introduce me to Tissa Baskoro, the representative of the hotel xxx who will pick up...".

"Call for Farah..Farada, as if we were his age", cut Farada and stretched out his hand. Tissa smiles sumringah, somehow when we meet people of one nation in the country of people, all feel familiar and like family even though new to know. "Hehe's good, Fara. I was sent to pick you up, who will accompany you during your time in Sapporo later", Tissa welcomed Farada's hand.

"Tissa has been working here for a long time, at this xxx hotel?", asked Farada when they were in the car. "Just entering the second year anyway, before I worked in Jakarta, just moved here".

"Oh, how can it be moved?, is it still a company?".

"Yes, still. This xxx hotel belongs to our people, its branches are in several countries.there in Sapporo Japan, and on the Caribbean coast. If in Indonesia there are in Jakarta and Bali", said Tissa while handing a bottle of mineral water to Farada.

"Excellent!, rich people really dong yah?, native Indonesian or descendants?".

"Mixed as it is, the owner is old but still looks handsome, has one child, a guy but his words are aampunnn", tissa replied giggling at the mere child of her big boss puppet. "What do you mean?", asked Farada not understand, "bull but how do you say?".

"Yes, the guy is handsome but the selenge-an that, gonta change the girl continues, the hobby is party - party, cute but dead flea if there is a bokapnya".

The care of Tissa who is humble and friendly makes them both quickly familiar. Like an old friend who just met again.

The conversation continued, until they finally arrived at the xxx hotel in Sapporo. They have been waited by several hotel employees in front of the lobby which has been prepared when hotel guests come. Farada was greeted with a welcome and a bouquet of flowers wrapped around his neck.

After a while when Farada got a welcome, suddenly there was a new jeep coming. Hotel employees who had welcomed Farada turned to approach the car. A young man followed a friend down from the car, threw a stale smile at the employee who greeted him, and immediately swaggered into the hotel lobby in a slight rush. The man was immediately greeted by the manager of the hotel who was about the age - a little above the man who had just arrived earlier. They seem pretty familiar. The hotel manager whispered for a moment with the man and drove him to the elevator.

The incident did not go unnoticed by Farada and Tissa. "Well, that's what I was telling you just now, that guy who walked first was the hotel's owner's son, handsome right?". Farada narrowed his eyes at Tissa's whisper, "Oh that, that's normal actually, the player looks", replied Farada cuek. He's not really interested in what he just looked like. He just wants to enjoy the holidays.

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In the elevator, the manager who is Canadian, is delivering a man named Molan is the son of the hotel owner to the penthouse room that is specifically intended for families. There are two penthouse rooms, one for the owner. "Since when did he come to Christ?", asked Molan flat-facedly to Christopher, the hotel manager. Christ, who was originally in the lobby, told Molan that Donna, the woman who had always been chasing Molan's love, was waiting in his waiting room. "Not too long ago, I guess - about thirty minutes ago" Christ replied while nudging Tommy, a friend of the teenager Molan, precisely since he was in junior high school, in Jakarta. "Crazy woman!, she came alone right from Tokyo?", Tommy asked Christopher with a twinkling eye who was answered with a quick nod from the manager. "Let's do it, there's a girl, anyway than here just a couple of you, I'm supposed to turn again", between Molan cut Tommy's talk.

Who exactly is Molan?

Molan is the son of a trillionaire from Indonesia, the son of a hotel magnate and coal tycoon and owns an oil refinery on Arab soil. Molan lives in loneliness, alone with his father. His mother had been dead since he was one year old. Being raised alone by a father does not mean he is spoiled. His father taught him discipline. However, instead of being educated hard to become the successor to the throne of the business empire, Molan actually grew up to be a type of rebel. Urrakan and tend to be wild, as if holding a grudge on the father. Molan and his father often do not get along, always differing opinions and views in any case, especially about the desire of the father who will make him a successor, Molan input into business school in London, London, but only lasted two years, he ran away and chose to return to Indonesia.

Molan's rebellion against his father began with his father's romance at a young age. The story he got from his mother's family. That his father loved his past more than his own mother, resulting in his mother becoming sick until she finally died. Although the father did not remarry after his mother died and chose to raise himself without a mother, it did not make Molan grow up to be a submissive child. For him, his mother died as a result of his father's treatment.

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"Why do you know I'm here?", asked Molan as they exited the elevator door directly opposite the penthouse waiting room, where Donna was playing with a cell phone. "Hi dear.", said Donna in a spoiled voice ignoring Molan's question, immediately standing greeting back and welcoming, He wanted to embrace but his hand was patted by Molan. "Ih..ok you like that?", he asked regardless of the whereabouts of Christopher and Tommy.

"So to see people, why do you know I'm here?", Molan repeated his question again as he walked after Chris who opened the door. "Yes know dong..emang you do not like me to meet you here?", Donna also followed Molan steps into the penthouse. Molan just kept quiet, he took off his warm robe and hung it near the closet.

Chris asked permission to leave after that, to resume his duties. Tommy also leaves while giving Molan a code to enter his room, which is right next to Molan's. He did not want to linger long to be near the girl. Donna gives a cynical look at Tommy who looks at him dislikefully before the man passes.

"The Tommy has a grudge what the hell is the same as me?, like hostile deh", asked Donna with a huff, in the living room only the two of them live. Molan shrugged his shoulders, "no idea, maybe likes it the same way you do" replied Molan flatly.

"Dih, amit - amit!", Donna knocked on the table three times.

"Don't, ntar turned around, you became like him, your quality".

"Yank, how do you say that anyway?" said Donna with a scowl, the man in front of her did not show jealousy in his sentence.

Molan suddenly stared intently, "don't call me 'dear', I'm not your girlfriend".

Donna slipped for a moment...

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