Love Should Choose
Molan Who Has Headaches.

The scene was so fast, Farada who had been silent because he was stunned by Molan's attitude, realized. He hit Molan on the shoulder with his hand still on his shoulder, then pushed the man's body hard. "Don't be brash dong, I know you're the son of the owner of this hotel but jang...huufftt", Farada's words stopped, his mouth smothered Molan with his hands, "sstt.hush, please cooperate".

From another direction some distance away from where they were, Donna again seemed to be walking like an angry person, He was looking for Molan who deliberately avoided him quietly - quietly away from the party arena.

As for Molan, he then pulled Farada's hand to follow him slowly towards the outside door, "follow me for a moment, don't be noisy!", he said while whispering in Farada's ear. And, for some reason, Farada acted like a buffalo in the nose, instead letting his hand be pulled, following the steps Molan died in the room, and prancing so as not to be heard by Donna.

"Lepasin!.", Farada muttered his hand which was still pulled by Molan, but the man still clasped his hand, "where are you!", Farada slightly shouted. They were outside the hotel and headed to a gondola station. Molan remained silent, when he arrived at the place of purchase lori ticket (gondola) just opened his voice, "friend me the way - the way up", he said, pointing to the gondola that stopped in front of them. There was no more chance of Farada rejecting or escaping from this man beside her now, the gondola had already taken them away from there.

Molan breathed a sigh of relief, He rubbed his chest, He was freed from Donna's hut who was trying to ask her to dance, and tried to kiss her, aggressively because of the slight influence of the wine the girl drank.

Farada just looked down with his face bent, a sullen face in annoyance could not refuse Molan's invitation. If he had not stopped and went straight to the room, maybe now he had soaked in warm water, he thought. Huh!.murm slowly while breathing roughly.

His behavior did not escape the attention of Molan who sat next to him, the man smiled - a smile, he knew for sure this girl was upset because of his actions. "Are you upset again?", asked Molan without sin.

"Pake nanya, sir don't be like this, it should have been me already in the room, I want to take a warm bath, want to sleep", Farada grumbled with a cynical face, precisely frowning.

"Don't call mr. dong, call Molan, that's my name".

Farada was silent with his face bent down, he did not respond to Molan's question. "Oh yes, you are the girl who threw my face with a snowball, right?", continued Molan then while nudging Farada's shoulder with her fingertips.

"Ishh, don't use a touch why the hell!", Farada looked at Molan briefly cynically. A moment back to looking ahead. Farada just realized, the expanse of scenery from the top of the gondola turned out to be very beautiful, the atmosphere of fireworks and the sound of unpretentious firecrackers decorating the sky. The beauty of the murmur slowly but still can be heard by Molan. Unknowingly, the girl's face immediately turned cheerful, She was smiling to herself. Understandably, for a whole new age this time can see the fireworks festival is so lively, and that He witnessed in the land of people. It looks tacky indeed, but Farada thinks ah when will I come here again? his mind, while his head rested on the glass gondola.

Molan watched intensely Farada's face from the side. Beautiful natural ! he thought, without excess makeup polish, impressed indifferent. This man joined - follow the smile - his own smile like Farada even with a different view object.

"Look over there, wow!.", Farada pointed to his right side, sparks of fireworks soaring high in the air with a large, colorful mushroom-like shape, "good right?", he added while patting Molan's hand. But then he realized who he was talking to. His face turned red because he was ashamed to dare to touch the hand of the man he did not know. "I'm sorry" he said later, looking down to the side.

"Yes, it's beautiful" Molan replied short, but his gaze did not point in the direction Farada pointed to, but stared gently at the face of the girl beside him, "but...still lost beautifully by this girl beside me".

"Dihh.!", Farada sneered, He knows where the man is going. But still his chest rippled. Crocodiles are starting to play the role Farada murmured slowly.

"You're talking to me?", Molan furrowed his brows. "Ehh.no, ge-er very!", said Farada quickly, He melengos.

Molan smiled meaningfully again, Farada's words were quite heard in his ears.

"By the way, what's your name?".

Farada ignored Molan's question, He pretended not to hear, He propped up his chin with his hands looking to the left.

"Yaudah, if you don't want to tell me, I also know", Molan took a slow breath, this man also turned his eyes, to the right.

No subsequent conversations took place, each one busy with his thoughts.

***

When Farada was about to open the door to his room, Tissa came half-run from the elevator approaching, "Where are you from Fara?, I got to the building muterin nyari you, no?" he said later.

"Oh.ituu.., so I went out for a while to see the fireworks" he answered while thinking.

"Who are you?.", search Tissa wonder while pausing the sentence, "So you are my responsibility during here, well earlier after the incident you ceburin it bule, you just disappeared, aja, I'm looking - find me not".

Tissa followed Farada's steps into the room.

"Mmmh...", said Farada doubtful, duh need to be told not well? ntar allegedly macem - macem again, his mind monologues.

"That's.gimana yah said, because last time I decided to go back to this room, suddenly it was a guy...what's the name of the boy who has this hotel?".

"You go with Mr Molan?, seriously..?", continued Tissa quickly, eyes snorting, He opened his mouth shut, "cock can...? waahhh", he added.

"Tissa's first horror, anyway, was not intentional, arrived - my hand was pulled away by the Molan, he again avoided the girl", Farada paused for a moment, He opened his heels and left them lying carelessly on the floor, "truss he's acting like we're dating someone else so that the girl doesn't think it's Molan, her boyfriend. Because he turned his back on the girl, the light was not so bright there, so the road was going up the gondola to see the fireworks" Farada explained.

Tissa went back to gawking, "geez, heart-hearted like Mr Molan?, he's as whimper as he is".

"Yes, I know.but he was not a macem - a macem!", said Farada casually, He did not say that Molan pushed him against the wall and their lips were so close that they were almost seized by Molan because of the action of his temples earlier.

"O jaudah, you rest first if that, I also want to sleep, tomorrow we still have a schedule, spirit!", Tissa then clenched her hands up.

Meanwhile, somewhere else...

Molan has returned to the party arena from the act of kidnapping Farada, where only a few friends are still at home, of course with alcohol. Donna was nowhere to be seen, she was back in her room. "Hi bro, where were you?, Donna got angry - angry here" said one of her friends. "Udah justin.", answered Molan flatly, and received a bottle of alcohol.

Molan is not a type of alcohol drinker, but he does not refuse if at a party like this. He also downed a drink that was sodori his friend while accompanied by applause to encourage Molan.

An hour later, they partied, until Molan returned to his room. His head felt heavy as a result of the influence of liquor. Some of his friends offered to drive him, but he refused. Tommy, a friend who had wanted to be asked to help out somewhere, might have gone back to the room he thought.

Molan staggered slightly as he entered the elevator, the influence of the alcohol grew more pronounced, his gaze began to drift, he pressed the floor number haphazardly, his mind began to be out of sync. Moments later the elevator door opened, Molan staggered, feeling no longer strong.

In Farada's room...

Farada was getting ready to go to sleep, he was almost done cleaning his face with oil cleanser. Suddenly, the door to his room was knocking a bit hard. "Who the hell?.".", he said slowly while glancing at the clock, it was already night. She hasn't gotten off the dresser yet, maybe Tissa time huh ? but what also night - gini night, right he said to want to sleep?

Tok.tokk-s.tokk!

The door is getting louder. Farada so jolted, "Yes for a moment..Who the hell?", Farada hurriedly opened the door without looking first from the small glass hole.

"Hey.!", cried Farada in shock, his body pushed back because someone broke into his room, He immediately closed his nose because the smell of alcohol was so stinging from the man's body.

The man unceremoniously stale headed straight for the room and threw his body into the spring bed.

Farada was initially stunned, "Molan!!", he shouted after finding out who the person who broke through and directly chased into the room trying to pull Molan's clothes from behind, but he fell in following Molan who threw out his body. As a result, Farada fell into the bed with one hand on the man's back. "Molan!!", he cried louder, no more frills. "Go from here, why are you hah!", said Farada while hitting Molan on the back.

But, uh,

Molan kept his eyes narrowed, and before long there was a soft snoring, He fell asleep under the influence of alcohol.

Farada who was crouched beside Molan growled, "Arrrggghhhh.!", he cried clenched his hand to hit him back, but it did not. He doesn't know what to do. This man in front of him was like a fainted person. The smell of alcohol makes his stomach nauseous, he finally went out of the room while stomping his legs irritated towards the sofa, not forgetting to lock the door of the room from the outside.

Twenty minutes later, he finally fell asleep on the couch.

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