Why Different?

Garbage Mouth

Waiting is the most annoying thing for Juananda Saputra. However, if it had anything to do with Zahira, then no matter how much time he spent waiting, he would not mind.

Now, Juan is standing near the entrance, cornered himself on the outskirts so as not to block the traffic of people in and out of the hospital. Ten minutes before he reached the hospital, he contacted Zahira and informed him of his arrival. But because the woman still had little activity with her patients, Juan was forced to wait longer.

To ward off boredom while waiting for Zahira to appear, Juan idly hummed softly, singing again a love song that he often listened to only one Zahira. Initially only pieces, but over time he managed to sing a whole song because Zahira still did not appear.

When Juan was about to sing another song, his lips were ready to open and his voice was ready to air, some other sounds made him forced to undo the intention. His body instantly entered into an alert mode, where his eyes squinted towards the three white-robed men (seeming to be young doctors as well, just like Zahira) walking off in the distance, walk closer to the door. They seemed to talk, and Juan from his somewhat hidden position began to sharpen his hearing when he heard the name Zahira called.

“Iya, you know, only he doang who always refuse when invited to hang out. Others mah ayo-ayo just so.” Said one of the three men who had slightly shaggy hair.

“Nah, right. I also never thought he would pause before turning back, uh he nolak. The ales are because there's another schedule, but I can't believe it, ah. His son is arrogant like him.” Another said, this time the curly-haired man with glasses.

“Sok alim aja my word. Maybe let's say high class or something.” Fenced teeth also chimed in.

At his place, Juan had desperately held back from walking over, hitting three trash mouth men who dared to speak bad things about Zahira.

“High class tai cat. Standard face, the brain is also mediocre, support-support not a lot of guys anyway. Not that it looks high class, even fall kayak do not know themselves.”

“Yes, we'll see later. Emang with the attitude of him like that, he will be able to meet a soul mate?”

“Just a bego guy who wants to be the same expensive selling girl like him. If beautiful and body cool anyway, still mending, yes.”

“Ahaha, really, dying. Standard mediocre but want high quality, do not know yourself.”

That's enough. Juan couldn't take it anymore. The closer the distance between himself and the three men, their voices were also increasingly clear and piercing. Juan clenched his hands together, ready to throw a raw fist into the face of anyone who appeared before him.

However, not yet the delivery of his intention, the clear voice of Zahira who came from behind had managed to seize all his attention.

Juan turned around, as quickly as possible changed the look of his face and showed a smile to Zahira who was running towards him with a smile that spread so wide. The woman looked tired, but her eyes said she was happy for their meeting tonight.

“Duh, how long are you waiting for? Sorry, yes, there was a little problem.”

Along with the arrival of Zahira before him, the three men also arrived at the doorway. The three silenced their mouths, turning to speak through their eyes as if they were judging themselves and Zahira.

“Not a problem. If I had to wait all night, I wouldn't mind.” Said Juan while still staring intently at the three men who now only look at his back. I swear, if Zahira hadn't shown up by now, those three disgusting humans would have already been battered in his hands.

“Gombal.” Zahira let out a playful punch, then chuckled softly. “You came here with Reno, right? Where is he?” ask Zahira then while circulating the view.

“In the front parking lot, lazy down he said tired.” Juan explained.

“Aduh, pity dong he came along long wait too.” Zahira felt guilty the most. “Yes already, you are on the hunt back, pity Reno.” Then the bag of food that was in Juan's hand he just grabbed it.

“Later, lah, I still miss you.”

Zahira clucked softly, throwing another punch. “Usually also do not meet three days you are okay.”

“Not ordinary?” one eyebrow of Zahira raised. “Not ordinary how does it mean?”

“Yes is not ordinary. I want to come to you again a lot, so you don't have to protest.”

“Dih, weird.” Even so, Zahira still passed a crisp laugh. Something powerful enough to dampen the emotions that have almost reached the crown of Juan.

“Za,”

“What, Ju?”

“I love you. Please remember that you’re enough.”

That sudden confession felt awkward, making Zahira's smile slowly fade away. “Ju, why again? Any more problems?” he asked worried. Perhaps not many know that Juananda Saputra who seems fine and always lives his life casually can sometimes turn into someone most sensitive and thinking.

Juan shook his head, then passed a slow sigh. “I’m okay. I just want you to know that you’re and will always be enough for me. I don't care if anyone says anything about you, because for me, you are you and that's enough.”

“No, you must be again why-why. Tell me, Ju, what's the problem?”

“Not there, Darling.” Juan forced a smile. “I really just want you to know that I love you so much. Uda, that's aja.”

“Yakin?”

Juan nodded for sure. “Iya.”

For a moment, Zahira was silent. Knows. She was sure something was wrong with her boyfriend. However, he did not have much time to urge Juan to tell him everything now. So with a heavy heart, Zahira also nodded her head.

“Yes if there is nothing. But, if there is anything you need to tell me, if there is anything that disturbs your mind to make it here feel full, please tell me.” Zahira said as she touched Juan's left chest. “Do not dipendak itself, because you have me.”

Although it is difficult, although it feels like he wants to cry, Juan still tries his best smile for Zahira. It hurts his heart when he remembers the bad talk about this lover. To the point of not thinking about it, why are there people who can speak so loudly about the ugliness of others when they actually do not know anything?

“I have to go,” although still want to linger long to miss, Zahira still has to say the saying of the saying. “You are careful on the road, do not forget to tell if you have reached home.” Then, a swab he put on Juan's cheek. “I'm in, huh?”

“Iya, Darling. Spirit, yes.”

Zahira nodded vigorously, then immediately turned around before her other colleague was too excited to look for her absent existence in the midst of activities.

The woman's back is getting away, over time looks smaller until finally completely lost from sight. While in his place, Juan still had to compromise with emotions that were still trying to control themselves.

Right now, at this moment, there was nothing else filling Juan's head other than plans to avenge the three trash men with an act that would deter them.

“For God's sake, once again I hear you guys talking all kinds about Zahira, I'll make sure your lives fall apart.”

Seriate