Why Different?

God Is One, We Are Not the Same

“I am for you, you are for me. But all that is possible, our faith is different. God is one, we are not the same. Should I leave, even though love can't go??? Huwoooooo.

Luke's annoying voice airs in the air without being prevented. In the meeting room that had been empty since 1 hour ago, the thick-bodied man spent his time on karaoke, utilizing the smart television set that is there as a means to play sad songs that even though—ia itself is not in a bad condition.

The goal is obviously only one, at least that's what Juan knows. The man was harassing her, laughing at her stubbornness to maintain a religious relationship with Zahira Casanova. Luke is another man, a new person whom Juan has met since he joined his father's company. But as if he had known for so long, the rancid boy became the most nosy about his relationship with Zahira. Every day, there was just the idea of the man to harass her.

“Gue will not be surprised if suddenly he was found dead in his apartment. Nyebelin' son."

Juan nodded in agreement to the statement made by Galih just now. Luke is a bitch, everyone in their division knows too. He is not the only victim of Luke's annoying attitude, there are still many people who complain about how meddling with the man, but they no longer have the strength to fight because Luke is so annoying.

“We lock it here no? Very tired I heard the sound of him being like a frog soaking kedondong seeds.” The brilliant proposal came from Moana, the only woman in their division.

Juan turned to the blonde woman on his back, then nodded without taking long to think. “If necessary, we burn this room so that he dies gosong.” He said, as if full of revenge.

If this were a normal person, it would be between Galih and Moana who would reject Juan's cruel proposal. But since they were both insane (the effect of dealing too much with a sickly human named Adrian Lukas), they both nodded in agreement.

Just like that, the three got up in unison, ran swiftly to the exit and completely locked Luke in the meeting room alone. The only thing that deviated from the plan was, they didn't actually burn the room down. Not because they still have a sense of humanity, but more to “Sayang, later the company will lose because it has to renovate.”

Laughter blaring among the three, satisfied had given little punishment for Luke's mind-blowing behavior. Foolish, let Luke try himself for help. If anyone is willing to help him.

“Lo want to go straight back?” moana asked after her laughter subsided first.

Between the two men beside him, Juan became the one who turned his head and replied, “No. I'm going to the next division first.”

Moana smiled, then nodded. “Then it is, I first.” Her speech.

Juan just nodded in response. The hand she gave in return to Moana who did the same. While behind his body, Galih smiled to himself like a madman.

“Lo realized that Moana really likes lo?” chirps Galih, only to make Juan turn his head with a frown that much.

“Gue already has Zahira.” Answer Juan. If someone else's name appears in his relationship with Zahira, somehow he feels dislike. “Lagian, Moana's feelings are her responsibility. I don't need to, and don't want to know.”

To that answer, Galih chuckled. Indeed yes, if it is acute bucin it is difficult to be disturbed. If an angel came down from heaven, he would not be able to turn him away from the idol. Anyway, there's only one name, nothing else.

The sound of a bang coming from behind became a chatter breaker about Zahira and Moana. Both of them turned to the door of the meeting room which shook violently due to the action of Luke who banged him madly. Obviously, they won't care.

As if not hearing anything, the two turned back, then walked together while having small talk.

“Udah no, Zahira does not like.”

“You want to try Vape? I just bought a new flavor.”

“Ngak first. For the sake of Zahira, I'm going to stay away from everything that's smoke.”

“Bucin.”

“Find a girlfriend there, let you know what it's like to fall in love.”

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In Reno's dark den, Juan settles down on a long sofa. The owner was not in the room, was going to get some fresh air to clear his head which was just Clarissa. He will not be mocked, for just as Reno was so merciful to the woman, Juan was equally so kind to Zahira.

It's 11 o'clock. Supposedly, they soon return home because at dawn they have to fly to Singapore to attend a family meeting. But instead he ended up lying here, thinking about how his relationship with Zahira could not be said to be easy at all.

To get Zahira, there are so many things that Juan sacrificed. Falling awake she tries to convince the woman that she is worthy, that she is capable of being a companion to a perfect Zahira Casanova.

In the past, when they were students, everything still seemed easy because it only occurred to them how to keep their hearts from being distracted. The commotion between them was only about Juan who was too in love, so it was not uncommon to feel excessive jealousy towards every male friend close to Zahira.

Now, as they grow older, things get more complicated and feel difficult to live with.

Since the beginning of dating Zahira, there has never been the slightest intention for Juan to just mess around. Thus, marriage was clearly the end point he wanted to go with the woman.

But the thing is, getting married is not that easy.

Confidence. The most sensitive issue that exists in Indonesia's beloved country. Marriage in different religions is still something that is forbidden. Actually, no one ever confirmed it.

John was not a obedient son of God. He only occasionally came to church, occasionally praying that his life was too difficult to live. However, he was not as hell bent on betraying the God he had believed in since childhood. While Zahira himself is also unlikely to give up the veil that has been covering his head just removed just for a love that is not necessarily eternal.

In the end, the two of them just continued walking, not knowing at which point they would stop because to let go of each other anyway, it felt too difficult.

The more night, Juan's mind became tangled, the more he sighed with a fussy movement.

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