Why Different?

She's Still My Number One

Zahira and Juan could only bow where they sat, not daring to face Abi Hamzah who stood with his waist.

The short needle in the wall clock had pointed at the number 1 as the middle-aged man walked out of the room to grab a drink in the kitchen. But his steps stopped in the living room when he realized that the lights in the living room had been lit and when approached, the door of the house was wide open.

Panicked. Abi Hamzah thought his house had just been broken into. But instead of thinking about what was lost, the man actually ran up to the top floor to check the condition of the princess only wayangnya. For Abi Hamzah, no matter how much treasure he lost, he could seek it again. If Zahira were to disappear, there would never be a substitute. His struggle to get Zahira born into the world is not easy, so it becomes natural that he puts his daughter above everything else.

Abi Hamzah's panic grew - so when he could not find the whereabouts of Zahira in his room whose door was also wide open. Half-crazy he runs into his own room, frantically waking up his sleeping wife and informing her that their daughter has gone missing. The couple rushed down, only to be greeted by the princess and her lover, who were standing in the doorway of the house soaking wet.

“You almost made Abi hangers, Za.” Said the man whose few strands of hair had turned into that white color. Behind her body, Umi Maryam could only stand resigned, did not have the power to defend her daughter because what was done was too late.

“Sorry, Bi.” Zahira. His head bowed deeper, while Juan did the same.

“Why go out secretly anyway, Za? Why does it have to rain too? If you wake up Abi and ask permission to meet Juan, Abi will not give permission?” Abi Hamzah is not a typical nagging person, but when he does, it will be a series of long sentences that seem to have no end.

“You too, Ju. Why do we have to come here at night? Can't it be tomorrow morning? Tomorrow is Sunday, you and Zahira are both free. Can't it be that you're holding yourself up until tomorrow morning?”

The problem is, if you wait tomorrow morning, the courage will not necessarily come again, Bi. Juan wanted to talk that way, but the truth was that he looked down even deeper. The long fingers are interlocked, moving riled with a messy pattern.

“This is Abi talking to you, not the same wall. Answer.” Abi Hamzah's. The tone is not at all high, still fairly normal for the size of an angry person.

“Bi,” after a long silence, Umi Maryam approached her husband. A swab he gave on the strapping shoulder of Abi Hamzah in an attempt to calm down. “Patience, don't get emotional.”

“Come without emotion. Abi just want them to clear up, why meet these nights.” Abi Hamzah turned his head briefly towards his wife, just giving insurance that he was not being overwhelmed by emotions. “Abi just want to know the reason, that's aja.”

“Cuz she’s still my number one, Bi.” Know-how, Juan's voice sounded interjected.

Abi Hamzah and Umi Maryam turned their heads in unison, and Zahira finally dared to raise his head.

“Zahira may not be a story, but we ran out of a great fight until I had him for three days.” Juan. Although still afraid, he still tried to nail the face with his future father-in-law. “I can't wait for tomorrow for fear that the problem is getting protracted. I was wrong, Bi, I know. I'm sorry.”

“You fight because of what?”

“There was a little misunderstanding, Bi. I was stubborn and selfish, so the misunderstanding became big and ended up running. Therefore, while my sanity is still there, I immediately run here to straighten everything.” Juan paused for a moment, only to turn his head towards Zahira who was staring at him with misty eyes. “I love very much Zahira, Bi, do not want me if I have to lose him because of a misunderstanding that can actually be quickly straightened.” Then he looked back at Abi Hamzah.

“False Bahira, Bi.” Abi Hamzah's open mouth again clenched because Zahira interjected. “Zahira has said something that offends Juan, so Juan can get that angry. Zahira knew what Zahira was doing wrong, Zahira apologized, Bi. Zahira just can't think of anything else Juan called and told him he was in front of our house. Juan didn't ask Zahira to come out and find him, Zahira herself wants.”

If you want, Abi Hamzah could continue his tirade. He can search Zahira and Juan to tell in more detail about what problems have befallen them so this way. But the man did not do it. Privacy. No matter how strong the family relationship, Abi Hamzah knows there are areas that still should not be interfered with. Now they both look fine. That means, they have already managed to solve their problems, right? It should be enough, no need to extend it anymore.

So after lowering the two hands that were still sitting on the waist, Abi Hamzah exhaled slowly.

“This time Abi forgive, but do not let you think to repeat again. Otherwise, Abi would actually be furious.”

Simultaneously, the pair of young minds nodded their heads. Relief spread quickly in each chest. At least, one more problem was already exceeded and they could move to think of another.

“Yes, there you go up and sleep. You don't forget to tell your parents, Ju, Abi doesn't want them to worry.”

“Siap, Bi.” Juan swiftly grabbed his phone from the table. Type in a spate of sentences notifying that he will be staying at Zahira's house. But, the message was not sent to Mama or Papa, but to Reno who he believed was still stand by waiting for news from him. “Udah, Bi.” Not entirely a lie, is it? What matters is that he has been patient. Whose business received the news, it doesn't really matter, does it?

Abi Hamzah did not reply again, only giving a signal that the child and his would-be ex went up and rested immediately. It's past 2 o'clock, pity that the young people should he let awake until morning.

Then, all of them in the middle room moved. Abi Hamzah and Umi Maryam went up to their room, while Zahira went to her room and Juan stepped inside the guest room on the first floor.

“Za,” before closing the door, Juan called Zahira whose steps were already halfway up the stairs leading to the second floor. “I love you.” Then he closed the door, leaving the expression unrequited through speech because he knew enough that Zahira loved him too. From the attitude of the woman, from the embrace given to her, also from the gaze of her eyes that never changed.

“God, if you are a mate, please give way. If not a mate .. not ah, definitely a soul mate.” The original stupid shit. Spoken when his sanity has not really returned and his brain can not be invited to work optimally. So when it is back stable, Juan rectifies his prayer that had become; “God, if you are a mate, please give way. But if it has to end, please don't do it in a painful way. Please let us remain brothers, be friends, be fellow human beings who love each other.” Then the prayer came to a close before he closed his eyes with a lighter feeling.

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