The Best Choice

Not an option

After taking Samira and Mustofa to their house. Harviza who knows where Samira works is looking for information on who owns the company in her room.

"Father of Ahmad Sastrawinata? Samira working for this eye?" Harviza deeply regrets the fact that Samira became the old man's personal assistant. But he remains happy today his longing for Samira has been fulfilled. For the next day it feels like he will be easier to meet with Samira after Mustofa opened the door of his house with pleasure.

Unlike the man who was careless in the apartment, Aslan who had his men watch over Samira gave a cold snort. The closeness he could see from the photos and videos sent made him sure, the man who looked shady to look at was the same annoying man as him. The difference is from what he receives. The guy named Harviza has one of the best advantages to be with Samira.

"So what do you think I should do, Rob? Go ahead or step back and stay calm without showing any of these feelings?"

Robby grimacing. It was very nice of him to see Aslan fall asleep with a concussion that he had not yet spoken to Samira.

"You think it's easy to melt Samira's heart, As? Your parents have become the most obvious example if you are sure to come forward and love him." Robby patted her shoulder.

"Don't ask me what my advice is, my domain just tells me. But the soul of God who knows? I married an enemy I don't know how to."

"Start." Aslan moved, he headed into his room and picked up Cornelia's gift box. He brought it back to Robby.

"Nyokap took this when he knew I wanted to be with Samira. My family, you know how. Tolerance is okay, but after papa mama's divorce I think also this incident will be difficult to accept."

Robby opened the box that Aslan gave him. "Are I sure it's open?"

Aslan nodded, he opened the potato chips and chewed them. His ears carefully listen to all the love letters Aslan's parents wrote during their courtship and the times their family is opposed to being together.

"Listen and feel, As. But you have the right to express it so be relieved. Samira is an exciting child and I'm sure. He'll subtly push the elo."

"Nothing has made me less confident, you, Rob." Aslan snorted in annoyance.

"Because I know Samira and her family. Abstinence for him to love a non-Muslim man let alone his father. Rather than tired, the age is also old looking for a definite-ja aja As. Many have hearts like Samira." Robby smiled beautifully.

But not for Aslan. He pondered, thought and then sighed heavily.

"Try me first, Rob? If Samira has no signs of me. I just backed off" Aslan said.

"Keep if he wants to be with elo, what do you want As? Nemuin his father and say I love Abah's son and want to edit him? Really? My brother's..." Robby patted Aslan's shoulder.

"Both of your parents certainly do not agree, I just imagine it is very complicated. But try to pdkt first but do not say like or love because elo will be embarrassed if Samira refused."

Aslan chuckled, yet it felt like everything had been seen how difficult it was to face someone so close yet so far away to him.

"You go home, Rob. My head's dizzy."

"By the way, you don't need me! You're..." Robby clings to Aslan's head while he leaves. While Aslan who still saw the letters of his parents scattered on the table scooped up and read it himself.

"There comes a time when the best choice is not the right choice."

Aslan rubbed his face, quite frankly it felt on a cold and lonely night in his apartment. Samira's name and the story of her parents continue to stir the contents of her head and heart.