Love Should Choose
Molan's Anxiety

"You're making a terrible mistake dealing with me, Bimo!" point to Restu, his face turned cold. For a moment, he turned his head towards Samantha before passing away leaving Bimo and Samantha who were still shocked by the incident.

"What was that?" samantha asked with an annoyed look, after she and Bimo left the scene. Now they are in the parking area.

Bimo took his breath, but tension was still drawn on his face. "Sorry Tha, I was stirred up emotionally earlier. I don't accept Mr. Restu recriminating as if I'm a jerk! Oh yeah, I'd like to ask you one thing..You know where Mr Restu is?"

"Before I knew you!" asserted Samantha with her jutek, "time is still in London! Dan, you know__"

"Wait... She was your boyfriend?" cut Bimo fast.

"Prospective husband! Understood?" samantha said with glaring eyes, "and, I'm disappointed that you like to play with violence!" samantha then left Bimo speechless.

"Tathas...Samantha, wait!"

But the girl left no matter what Bimo called.

Bimo clenched his hand holding back the anger.

While, somewhere else...

Molan is still trying to reach Farada. He called repeatedly but never picked up. Since the last meeting at Gunung Putri the other day, they had never again communicated. Farada seemed to be moving away.

"Farada, respond to my call, dong?" Molan types a message, hoping Farada replies to his chat. But, after 5 minutes had passed, his expectations were not fulfilled. Farada remained unresponsive, only ticking two ashes without turning blue.

Molan threw his phone to the next seat, his brain thinking. Suddenly an idea came to his mind. Ah yes.gue to his house!

It was late in the afternoon when Molan arrived in front of Farada's house. He looked outside the fence. The door of the girl's house was slightly open, signifying the occupants were there. The man got out of the car and looked for the bell and pressed him down.

A tall, straight-haired young man came out. His height is almost the same as her. The young man frowned, "Who are you looking for?" the tananya is flat but looks friendly.

Looking at the military man, Molan could immediately guess, "Sorry, you're Farada's brother?" Yes, Farada once told me that he had a brother who worked as a state servant, had a family and settled in Yogyakarta.

"Betul, I'm Farhan, his brother. You who? And, looking for who?" he asked the man directly without further ado. His military style is so obvious. Then he opened the fence.

"I'm Molan, Farada's friend. Sorry, the Farada is there?"

Farhan took a quick look at Molan's face. He had already heard the story of who this man in front of him was. Oh is this the guy?

"Come in then!" he opened the gate and told Molan to get his car parked inside.

Farhan invited Molan to talk on the porch, having previously asked to make a drink to his wife. It just so happened that Mr. Handoko and Ms. Herlina were not at home.

The two men immediately engaged in a warm conversation. Molan's suble birth and age of their peers make both quickly familiar so open to tell stories about each other's lives. From there, Molan learned that Farhan had taken a leave of absence and had just returned from Lebanon for peace.

After quite a pleasantry, Farhan's face turned serious, he asked, "By the way...Farada hasn't been here in days. What are you looking for my sister?"

"Oh, where's the Farada, Mas?"

"Call names only, it looks like we're the same age," Farhan smiled faintly, then continued his sentence, "sorry, I can't tell him where, because, do you know he has this problem again? He needs time to be alone."

Clearly a disappointed look on Molan's face, he took a deep breath. "The problem is, it may be related to me too."

Molan leaned back, leaned back in the chair, "I love Farada, and vice versa. I will marry her." Molan said with confidence.

Farhan smiled faintly at it, the man leaning forward. "You knew? At that time my parents had repeatedly asked him to think about the decision he took, with all the great risks that would occur later. But, he's flinching! Just don't want you two brothers to break up and his feelings for you should he break up. Dan, you know what? Papa I have to work hard to shut down the access of journalists lest this news be a big risk to your family's reputation? And..," Farhan paused his sentence, looking at Molan's iris for a few seconds, then, ". now, as my sister was struggling to calm herself down, don't want to get involved with you and your family again, all of a sudden..you want to marry her?"

Farhan shook his head while laughing sarcastically, and continued his sentence, "You're selfish!" sama later.

Molan fell silent for a moment as he permeated the words. "But I just want to meet. Please help, Farhan!" pinta Molan in an imploring tone.

"You're trying too hard, Young Master!" farhan closed the conversation.

***

Molan lay in bed restlessly. It was almost ten in the night he had not been able to close his eyes. Yes, it's too early to go to sleep but he's tired, and it should be easy to put him to sleep, but in fact he could not squint even a single eye because his brain continues to wander since last afternoon.

It is not Restu who has entered to be part of his family that frustrates Molan, but the figure of Farada who if he married if he first knew the girl than Restu. But then again, it's just a fantasy.

In fact, Farada now shunned her when the girl began to fall in love with her.

Unable to sleep and thinking only of Farada, Molan then got up from his bed and decided to get out. Who knew the cold night air could refresh his brain. Maybe just a walk or hanging out alone in the Blok M area while enjoying a favorite bend jolt that he often does when he is bored.

Molan grabbed his car keys and immediately fled his vehicle towards Mahakam.

He tried to shift his mind by listening to music and occasionally his fingers played on the steering wheel following the loud rhythmic beat of music he was stalling. Suddenly approaching the intersection of the red light Molan was surprised when the motorbike that was right in front of him like a woman was driven on a slide by two men riding a two-stroke motorcycle.

Molan's instincts instantly said, Begal! And right, with the speed at his disposal, one of the young men who was in a fist tried to pull the woman's bag while brandishing an object that Molan believed was a sharp weapon. Coincidentally the atmosphere did look lonely at that time.

Molan reacted quickly, he pressed the gas pedal of his sports car and immediately hit the stall until it bounced, as well as the woman directly to the edge.

One of the legs collapsed but the other tried to get up and try to run, but Molan who immediately came down hit him directly hit the ribs until the back of it fell. There was an unbalanced fight. Even though he used a weapon, Molan managed to subdue him. Until then the people who passed by helped and contacted the police.

The night that should be able to make Molan calm actually adds to the complexity of his brain. How not, he had to accompany the victim's woman before making a report in the police. And, the woman's motorbike had to enter the workshop because the parts were damaged.

After he finished making the report and the bike had to be left in the police first, Molan asked, "So, how's it going? What was your name?"

"Dian," replied the woman still with a look of shock, "thank you, I went straight home online only."

"Ah yes, mbak Dian if so I take it. The day before midnight because he was afraid there was a back again. Where's home?"

"Still far away Mas, I live in a small apartment in the Petamburan area," replied Dian. Trauma still looms over him.

Dian had refused several times but Molan wanted to take her, because he felt sorry this woman had to go home alone, and was still in shock.

"You..stay with the parents in the apartment?" molan asked as he was on his way home to the woman's place.

"No, my parents are in Yogya. I live alone, but now there's a temporary friend of mine."

"Ooh.." answered Molan short.