Love Should Choose
Debates

Molan let Farada cry bitterly beside him. He himself was busy feeling his feelings. He who had just felt a strange sensation in his mind, felt a racing heartbeat hearing the beginning of this statement of the girl he loved so much, Farada loved me!

Now, the sensation seemed to evaporate when Farada wanted to leave his life.

Long both of them kept silent with their respective minds, until the smell of the charred fish was a little stinging. Molan took the initiative to lift and sort out some fish that can still be eaten.

Farada's crying has stopped. The girl rubbed her tears with her hands as her eyes unfastenedly stared at the back of this man she loved. He was sad because their hopes were false. He couldn't have chosen Molan to be together after something like this.

Also, Restu does like receiving a marriage annulment but Restu is unwilling to accept the return of the bond-mark ring that he handed back. Restu just stared at him sharply then passed away leaving him just like that, when it was.

Like, accept but not let go.

"What ... is there no other way for us to be together? We both go far away from here. Living abroad, in Thailand, South Korea or ... in Japan for example?" Molan asked expectantly.

Farada's gaze glared, then shook his head weakly, "No way, Brother. It's all gonna be complicated. You two are gonna be hostile, and I can't see that. Mas Restu won't let go of me, he just accepts it."

"I can talk about that with Restu!" molan said quickly, "I have many ways for him to let you go!"

"Sister! You ... Don't you understand? The problem is not that simple, you know? It concerns you two, your enmity, your family's reputation. My family too, how about?"

"I don't care about out-of-the-way reputation, _,"

"I don't want to! Wrestle out? I care about my family. My mom and dad have asked me not to vote for you, which is the consequence of the decision I made!" farada firmly cut. "Don't just want to fight for our feelings, we have to sacrifice the feelings of those around us. That's selfish, brother!"

Molan fell silent, saying that love must be fought for, right? But his mouth was locked. He saw Farada's emotions begin to rise. If he debates, it gets worse.

Molan muttered a few times, then smiled. He's broken!

Farada could see the man beside him smiling. The smile that used to make him forget about problems. A smile that can make him laugh at once.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"It's okay, yuk ah! I can't wait to fight with worms in my stomach, hehe."

"Look!"

Molan did not respond, he took the grilled fish and sowed the seasoning and put it on the plate and gave it to Farada.

For some time they were again engaged in silence. Fun to eat fish that are slightly charred. Molan looked at Farada. His gaze was full of meaning, I don't know what was on the man's mind. Only he himself knows.

"By the way... When are you alone here?" molan asked as he cleaned his hands with water in the basin, his stomach feeling full.

"Until I get bored. I'm not alone here anyway, there will be a couple coming soon to me. They're residents here who trusted the Tissa family," Farada then glanced at the clock in his hand. "trus, you got here when, it's almost 8 pm! Your journey is far."

"I.mau nginep here."

"Eh! Cannot. You go home, gih!" said Farada flat, but his gesture was agitated.

Molan was a bit surprised to see Farada telling him to leave expressionlessly. His intentions wanted to joke but his guts, Farada did not want him to linger there again.

Back, Molan shook his head how many times while looking down, "Yes already, if that's me back to Jakarta," he immediately stood up and walked towards his car without caring about Farada who was still sitting.

"Oh yeah, take care of yourself!" he said while getting in the car.

Farada just waved his hand to let Molan go until his vehicle disappeared around the corner. Is he angry? Inner Farada.

He was still standing glued to the spot with thoughts raging in his mind. Back, her tears escaped slowly down her cheeks.

***

A few days before.

"What's Dek, you suddenly talk Papa with Mama talking? I think it's serious?" asked Mr. Handoko when Farada asked for time after the issue to talk to him following the mother.

"Yes, how did your mom feel so bad?" Herlina's mother connected.

"Are you quiet? You want to talk about your wedding?" guess Mr. Handoko saw the look on his fidgety son's face.

"Why? Is there a problem, Deck?" mother of Herlina.

Farada nodded, he did not know where to start explaining it. "Mmmh.gimana ya say, the point is.adek want to cancel the marriage with Restu." said Farada lirih but still sound clear.

Bukk!

"Huh!?.." The news was like lightning striking, Mother Herlina involuntarily dropped the thick book she was holding. While Mr. Handoko remained calm, he simply pulled his body back while exhaling his heavy breath.

"You? Want to cancel a wedding that's only a few days away? Don't joke about you, Farada!" firmly Mother Herlina looked at the face of her downcast son. "Don't mess with Farada, you'll embarrass our family, what else is the Restu family! Do you know who they are?"

"Patience first, Ma. Let Farada explain first what the reason is." Mr. Handoko then rubbed his wife's back, and asked her son in a soft voice but remained firm, "What's the reason, Dek?"

Farada raised his face, he tried to regulate emotions so that his vocabulary could be strung together, "I can't live together with Restu, Pa. I have a lot of consideration in fact. The longer I knew Mas Restu, the more I felt unsuitable in terms of anything, including communication problems. I feel more depressed when I'm with Mas Restu_"

"That's because you're not trying to keep up with Restu, Dek! he's not a stiff style, not a lot of talk," said Mother Herlina cut, "like this Papa of yours, also stiff people, right? But Mama can adjust, Mama can offset. Thank God, until we have grandchildren still getting along!" mother Herlina is back.

"Different Mamaa.." refuted Farada quickly.

"What's different?"

"Yes, Papa is not stiff, but firm, different Ma. Daddy loved Mama from the beginning, didn't he? Papa accepts Mama's slippery attitude, don't you think Pa?"

"Absolutely...Don't you love me?" Mr. Handoko spoke up.

"Hmm, if I think, no! Wiriness of the way he treats me, indifferent and ketus same me but the same turn of the other, talking can be soft. Surprisingly, Sampe now if talking to me, call himself still call me, if each other, me!" farada said with regret.

"The other one, who?" ask Mr. Handoko again.

"The servant!"

"Huh? Does Emang Restu have an ex?" mother Herlina asked in surprise.

"Many, Ma! And the funny thing is, the ex-girls are all around him now, working in Luxury, another company, but I don't know his name."

Mr. Handoko just sighed at this Mother and Child debate, then asked, "In addition, is there another reason?"

Farada was silent for a moment, he set the rhythm of his heartbeat. "There was. If I marry Restu, there will be brother-sister hostility later," he said weakly.

Mr. Handoko immediately understood, "You mean, with Molan?" and Farada nodded.

"Because Molan likes you too?"

Farada nodded his head again.

Mr. Handoko pulled his body back before asking the next question, "And...kamu, you also like Molan?"

Farada bowed, he did not answer but Mr. Handoko already knew the answer. He glanced at his wife. They looked at each other, not believing.

"Papa understands now. Then...Yes, we cancel! Later Papa handles everything, including journalists who must be given understanding so as not to blow up the news. Poor reputation of the family of the late Mr. Erick, who is one of the richest families in Asia. Later Papa meet his family Restu, Soraya's mother, Restu business you tell! But..are you sure of your decision?"

Farada answered quickly, "Yes Pa, sure."

"Then, you want to promise one thing to Papa and Mama?," Mr. Handoko paused, he noticed his son's face fixedly, "You don't choose both, you don't choose both, you have to get away from both of their lives, in particular....The molan! Can you?"

Farada's face changed, looking doubtful.

"That's the consequence!" firmly Mr. Handoko then.

"I-iya Pa, make a promise."