The Best Choice

The Aslan Family

"Your partner?" Ardana chuckled while pelting Aslan with a sofa pillow. Although Aslan did not dismiss it and let the twin scorn. Aslan stared ferociously at Ardana with a heart that he patiently described. Samira, the girl is like a vibrant flower of various colors with different colors that are now blooming in every corner of her heart.

"Dream if you want to make Samira your heavenly angel, Aslan. Your dreams of heights and evil!" said Ardana steadily.

Aslan pulled one by one the pillows scattered on the floor and threw them back towards Ardana.

"I know, but the name of the dream can be realized can not! Bang, why don't you have a stand. Labil looks like a boy."

Cornelia stood with an annoyed face half-dead to the twins.

"Can't you guys make peace, at least time with mama! Mom, As, Ar. You mock each other while you're twins, twins. It makes no difference! All boys, no stand, no dream, no evil!" cornelia exclaimed in a wind while pointing at her children one by one.

Aslan and Ardana were stunned to hear her mother nagging. If so, the two will act like good children by returning the sofa cushions to all places. Then because they did not accept being considered a child, the two men who were still wearing work coats straightened their bodies after clearing their coats.

The two young men's views clashed, they sharpened their gazes but Cornelia immediately grabbed the two with a shrill voice as she recalled her goal of returning home today.

"Stop makes mama dizzy! Stop taking women. We need to separate you!" Cornelia looked at her door, Rahardian smiled. The father of the twins who had been members of the council spread his hands.

"Boys, hug papa." cried Rahardian accompanied by a big smile and eyes sparkling happy.

Like a child who missed a father, Aslan immediately hit the body of a man who did not recede his good looks despite being eaten by age.

"How are you, pap? Healthy?" aslan patted the two shoulders of the man who had been forced to separate from her for domestic justice for Rahardian and Cornelia, "Mama must have planned this!"

"Your mother is indeed the boss of the greatest event organizer you have ever known." joked Rahardian who then dragged Cornelia to get closer.

"Kalo is not mama who else is the most obliged to collect these naughty children. You know, Har. They took back the same girl." said Cornelia, apparently resigned.

Rahardian.

"Luckily papa threw away Jesica just to get you along, but it turns out that one of you can't give in!"

"The problem isn't that, Har. They–"

"Mom!" Aslan said, "have not discussed him continue, later you think of him too" said Aslan in a tone of voice dislike.

"Oh, so Ardana's the rioter again?" sahut Rahardian, he accused his son. "You, how should papa say not to add to his own disgrace?" reproofing.

Ardana went, "The problem of Aslan is the same Samira is different, pa. I just saved my sister from endless love" she said in self-defense.

"meaning?" Rahardian could not hide her curiosity as Cornelia suddenly lowered her head with a sigh. Even Aslan walked away while taking off her work coat.

"Aslan and Samira are like mom and dad!" ardana replied at last, "already ah, want to take a shower, want to get ready for dinner with the whole family!"

Ardana climbed the stairs and went to the room next to Aslan's room.

"One amen, two faiths. There is no way you can be together and happy." murmured Ardana.

The moments that happened so awkward it made Cornelia and Rahardian can only both sigh while sighing.

"Who's Samira, Lia? You knew?" Rahardian followed his ex-wife to the dinner table. A cool beautiful woman in jeans and a shirt and a plain white shirt made coffee while putting it in front of Rahardian. The man he has loved with all the power of difference, but the destiny that has been outlined does not allow them to unite together forever waiting for an answer.

Cornelia folded her hands together while leaning her body in the fridge. "Samira Aslan's personal assistant. The girl in hijab is the son of a retired religious teacher and is now an ustadz in the mosque in their village."

Rahardian sighed. All religions teach kindness and peace. Only sometimes love becomes the greatest consideration in shaking the faith. But there is no reason for people of different religions to drop each other just because they love each other.

"Are they dating?" rahardian asked and sipped his coffee. A slight uneasiness made the look in his eyes unsettled. Obviously, such problems have been faced and reckless consideration until choosing to marry abroad with a blessing that is not fully brought by both of them makes Aslan afraid to do the same.

"Not yet." Cornelia repeated as confirmed. "Will never date, Samira is classified as a religious girl. Aslan did, I get a report from my man if Samira makes a schedule for Aslan to go to church. If Aslan were to confirm that, wouldn't the two of them understand each other's differences?"

Rahardian. "So now what do you want to talk to me about? Just about that?"

"On the children, Har. I will bring Ardana to Lombok to take care of the resort development there while Aslan focus on building a mega mall and you as his guardian must allow and force it. I'm tired of seeing them compete for the sake of the women you know yourself, economically alone it's not worth it with our families!"

The situation became quiet, Rahardian considered all aspects that he had passed with Cornelia. But a little bit of his heart felt trepid if Aslan did not feel happy even before starting.

"I will agree that Ardana will come with you, let Aslan be the one I watch over. Count on us exchanging kids, and make sure you throw away a girl named Amara!"

"Who's Amara?" sahut Cornelia fast.

"Sekertaris and the wild woman who became Ardana's men. You make sure of that, and I make sure Aslan and Samira will stay on his path."

Cornelia nodded her head as she waved to her housekeeper.

"Prepare dinner and call papa Ahmad to join us today."

"Ready, Daddy."

Cornelia pats Rahardian's left shoulder, "I have to go to the room, Har. You just enjoy your time here like your own home."

"This is my home, Lia!" sergeant Rahardian, Cornelia chuckles and leaves. Long five minutes for Rahardian, he stood up and brought his coffee to the family room where there was the most perfect warmth for him and all his family members.