Love Should Choose
Dark side

Nun was there in an apartment, tens of thousands of kilometers away from Jakarta, Molan threw his body onto the sofa. He has just arrived from out of town with Tommy, his best friend who asks for help investigating a strange affair at the company he now handles. The body feels sore after several days of having to move from one city to another in Thailand.

Not only that, during these three months he was also with his best friend was often back and forth from Singapore - Thailand because the business is not as simple as expected, he said, it involves a syndicate involving a mafia group. Molan, who was determined not to come into contact with the underground movement, had to postpone his retirement plans, because Tommy will not be able to alone face the pressures and threats of the group that not only drain the company's finances but also want to take over the business of his father-in-law. Petroleum.

Molan is one of the people who are very much feared by the cross-country mafia groups. By using the code name 'The Lord'. The Lord's name was so imprinted as an unforgiving human in action. Of course with his very good skills. However, in recent years the name disappeared like swallowed by the earth.

Huft...! Molan let out his tired breath. His feet thrust onto the table unbearably. Suddenly the phone vibrated...

"Why Tom?" the question is immediately so see the name displayed on the screen.

"Gue already emailed the list of names you asked for, the data was sent by Jacob, bro!"

"Just a second!" Molan put his phone that is still the On position on the sofa and did not forget to loudspeaker so that the conversation is not interrupted. He walked towards a drawer to reach for his other phone. A phone he rarely used for three months.

After the phone is active right, immediately in a row got the incoming notification.

"Hello..hello!" samar heard Tommy's voice on the other device.

"Just a second!" molan shouted from a distance of about three meters, "email lo is on my phone again! I'll check this one again!" molan half yelled. His eyes caught notifications of incoming calls on the screen of a name...

"Farada? What's up Tumben calling me?" he slowly spoke to himself. For a moment he was silent, and then stumbled in his heart to call back, but the thought held him back from making the call. He was trying to find a chat notification if Farada had told him he meant to call yesterday. But, there's no.

"Woiii...! Well, yeah, long right?" back home, Tommy screams from a cell phone lying on the sofa.

Ckm!...Molan clucked, then reconnected his communication with Tommy. "Lo I'm sorry too, I said patiently, I read the list first!" molan grumbled as he looked at the list. "If so, tomorrow afternoon we go to Pattaya first, meet Jacob!" molan continued after seeing the names on the email list, "Send him to 'take' the one person on this list, I'm sure he's still in Pattaya." said Molan, then mentioned one name.

"okay!" answer Tommy short.

After breaking up the conversation, Molan approached a small closet in the back of the apartment room. The room had been transformed into a mini bar, and he grabbed a bottle of wine and a small glass and took it to the living room. Drinks that since three months have returned to be his warming friend, although not excessive.

"France..." Molan chuckled softly recalling the name back. For years it feels like he has not met, even though it is only three months. He thought, during the span of three months he could already erase his memories of the woman. By changing the atmosphere and place, he could already forget. Actually, no! With just a notification, the memory can turn back intact.

Molan laughed again. It's smirking!

He had been trying to throw away his memories of Farada. Had succeeded indeed, the proof when he decided to leave, the shadow of the girl as if left in the homeland. He never remembers her again. Maybe because he was directly involved with the busyness, even though finally without realizing that he had repeated the path he had long left. The path without anyone knowing the dark side that the Young Master used to be a Master in the black world. Except, the best friend, a tandem...Tommy Samsonov and Jacob, Molan's former right-hand man.

Tok...tok-s..tok!

A knock on the door ripped off Molan's daydream, forcing him to get up to open the door.

Molan snorted angrily, "Why are you here, Jane?"

The blond woman Jane greeted turned her back, "You're disturbed? Don't I usually come here, hm?" The two eyebrows of the girl were linked.

"Ck!.I want Jane's rest, you better leave soon, tomorrow you're going to Pattaya to meet Jacob, your brother."

"That's exactly what, I'm just gonna sleep here so that tomorrow we both leave. Jacob called me to accompany you and Tommy there," said Jane without feeling uncomfortable then took off her long black robe and placed it on the hanger, leaving a black tank top on the body. "Why? You won't be tempted by my body, will you?" asked the woman while playing both eyebrows seeing Molan looking at her sharply. The sexy woman then just sat down near Molan.

"Aishhh! This girl, put on your clothes Jane!" hardik Molan with bulging eyes and kept the wine away at the table when the woman wanted to grab it.

"Aah!" rumpul Jane again stood by Molan's orders.

A few minutes later, the woman had already changed her clothes in an ash-colored t-shirt, looking more polite. "Tomorrow the plan, how?" ask Jane. The woman poured the wine into a small glass and drank it with a single sip.

"We're introgating one man Jacob will be 'taking' tonight. He's probably one of the keys to knowing who the brains of their syndicate are. I heard also, there are some people from Indonesia as players," Molan explained while shaking Jane's hand when he was about to get the wine back. "Enough Jane, not so much!"

"Ah..Brother! Another glass, please? " Molan shook his head. He took the wine at the table following the glass for then he kept it.

"Ck!" Jane clucking.

Yeah, Jane's one of Molan's men. The short-haired beauty was Jacob's younger brother, Molan's right-hand man. Many people are fooled by her feminine appearance. In fact, this beautiful woman is very skilled in shooting and martial arts. He is also very clever in camouflage. At one time she could be an innocent woman, could be a seductress but could not be touched. And, one day Jane will look like a tough woman. As of now he came in a black robe clad in long black pants.

"Sister, why are you back? What because..broken heart?"

"Huh! Indeed, it is in the dictionary Molan said..broken heart?" Molan laughed mockingly at Jane's words. "Tommy is in need of help at the moment" he continued.

"If that's all, you can ask Jacob and I to take care of it, right?"

Molan remained silent.

"You promised to close your dark side, and almost succeeded, until people no longer remembered the name of The Lord. And, I've also heard the news, you're involved with someone there..." Jane paused, "..why is that?"

Suddenly, the door of the apartment knocked. Molan felt helped.

"Sister Tommy!" jane opened the door.