Love Should Choose
The Dian Apartment

The car that drove Dian into the parking lot of her residential apartment. The average apartment inhabited by the upper middle class seems very neat and clean, indicating that the building manager is not careless in accepting people who rent. The proof, Dian had to report himself to security when he was among a man, namely Molan.

"What floor are you living on? Let me drop you off" asked Molan, turning off the engine. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard of the car already showing the time of midnight, errata, early morning.

"No need, Mas. I'm on the second floor anyway, take the stairs up," Dian refused while pointing at the stairs that were right in front of them parking, then showed the window of the room that was plastered towards where they were.

Molan looked around and in the direction Dian was pointing. "Oh yeah, that's it." Molan pressed the knob open the car door and Dian then prepared to exit.

"Mas, thank you very much, helped me, helped me in the police and drove me home, all of you" said Dian, cupping her hands in her chest. The girl felt uneasy being greatly helped by the kind-hearted handsome man in front of her.

"No problem!" Molan shook his hands, "Tomorrow be careful when you go home at night."

"Yes, it's." Dian replied as she waved her hand, but Molan only nodded her head, then left as if nothing had happened before that.

Haulah! Why am I waving my hands, you fool! rutuk Dian while rubbing his nape. With a little limp step, he just left after making sure the Molan car had gone from there.

"Mdian Mom? Where did you come home at this hour?"

"Geez!" Dian jumped when she opened the door and rubbed her chest a few times, "You're ngagetin sister!" he said while breathing. The voice of the roommate who had seen his arrival from behind the window curtains made his smile since climbing earlier, gone. He gasped in shock.

"Sorry...," Seeing Dian walking in with a slight limp step, his friend felt guilty but then frowned, "You? How's the road like that?" tanyanya.

"My leg hurts, bruises!" Dian showed me his blue calf, "I was struck by a disaster, almost in the trunk! Fortunately there is a nolongin," continued Dian.

"Astagfireullah! Seriously, Ma'am? How's story?" the friend closed his mouth with both hands.

Then, Dian also told the chronology of the incident he was almost in the back of people until someone came to help and help him make a report in the police.

"Wait..so who sent you earlier, he who nolongin? Trus, where's your bike?" ask Dian's friend after listening to the story that made her shudder in horror. He had seen Dian among someone who he believed was a man wearing a black jeep although it looks faint because the street lights in that section are dim, but he was like knowing the car.

"Loh, you saw me being ushered in, means you've been up from there?" dian said back asking, then walked towards the small sofa in the living room with a little limp, "my motorbike in staying at the police station, tomorrow he said there was a nganterin," he explained later.

His friend nodded and understood, "Ooh..," he followed Dian to sit down, "Yes, I woke up wanting to go to the toilet, I saw that your room is still empty." Dian Apartment does have two rooms facing each other.

"By the way, what's the name of the man who ran you earlier, Ma'am?" Finally the question that he had been holding up was also triggered.

"Geez!" Dian patted his eel, "I forgot the name!" he gasped and remembered that he had forgotten to ask the man's name. Though when in the car earlier, it crossed to ask him, just saw the man more silent, his intention was undo. "Of course we are in BAP apart, so do not know his name," he added.

"That's a handsome guy! Eh..but Brother, he looks familiar, ngg.kayak looks like someone! Who's yah?" Dian laughed trying to connect the face that was in his mind. "Mii-rip ... Mr Restu! Yes, Mr. Restu."

Deg!

Dian's friend's face instantly changed, but Dian didn't notice it.

"But not so much the same. He's straighter in body, his eyes are sharper, like an eagle! If Pak Restu is more sad how so!" keep Dian back. "Sister! You don't hear my story?"

"Ehh.iya I was horrified!" said Dian's friend flinched from her daydream. "Yes, yuk! We go to sleep, tomorrow we will tell the story again, it will be morning." said the next friend while standing ready to go to the room.

After a few minutes...

"Astagfirefull!" with a panicked face, Dian patted his eel back in the room. He who was preparing to go to sleep hurriedly got up and rushed to his friend's room, "hopefully hasn't slept!"

Dian knocked on her friend's room,

"Sister, have you slept yet?"

Dian's friend who was still awake, flinched and wiped away her tears. The girl set her breath so as not to be caught by Dian that she was grieving, "Yes, just for a second!" then open the door, "what's up, Ma'am?"

"That's it, my phone missed in the guy car ta.." Dian's sentence suddenly stopped, he paused and his eyebrows immediately linked, "you're out crying, sister?" ask him while advancing his face making sure.

"No, I was brushing my teeth to go to sleep" said his friend lying, he rubbed his face several times, "Hape you missed?"

"..."

Dian did not immediately reply, she still could not believe it, but then nodded. "Yes, I forgot I was in the bag, it looks like the seat of his car. Please callin dong, hopefully he's still on his way."

His friend took his gawai and tried to contact him several times, but was not picked up. "I think he's asleep, we'll call him back tomorrow morning."

"Send a message if that's it."

"You're the one who ticked it!" said the friend while handing the phone to Dian who then typed something.

***

"Who? Whose cell phone is this?" Molan muttered and ducked down to pick up a device lying under the side seat of the car. This morning he was going to head office. Not for real work but he wants to see Restu. "Wahh..-Don't-don't this hape's the chick last night?" He tried to check, it turned out there were many notifications of several incoming calls and messages.

"Not in the key? Well, this reckless is also a woman." For a moment Molan hesitated, did it have to open the phone which meant it would open people's privacy or ignore it and automatically he returned it to the woman's apartment, a PR again, right?

For a few minutes Molan kept silent about who he should call, and he dropped the option on a number that last called the phone he was holding. It's on the screen...Brother Owner.

Elsewhere, a woman was preparing to leave. Suddenly his phone rang an incoming call. On the screen was written the name Dian! The girl hurriedly lifted her device from the dresser.

"Hello?" greet the girl while picking up the bag and walking towards Dian's room.

"..."

"Hello?" repeat the girl back, "Here's my friend who's got a cell phone, which was left in your car last night, Mas."

There is no lawfulness.

Across there, Molan was stunned, he felt familiar with this voice.