Why Different?

The Disturbers

Adnan's uninvited arrival makes a smile as young as Juan disappeared. Even his zealous spirit to accompany Abi Hamzah replaced the pots of plants that had been worn out also eroded out unceremoniously. Now, Juan sits languidly on the terrace, enjoying solitude because Abi Hamzah prefers to talk to Adnan inside the house while Zahira is busy helping Umi prepare lunch.

Juan himself did not understand, why Adnan Bagong was fond of coming to Zahira's house. It's just being caught by him. Not fitting? I don't know how often. Is the study followed by Abi Hamzah as often as that, or is it all just Adnan's wits in order to approach Zahira secretly?

“Bless a day.” Juan snorted bitterly. He straightened his back, looked at the door to check what Adnan Bagong was doing with Abi Hamzah in the same living room.

Their distance was far enough that Juan could not steal what kind of conversation was going on. But from the expression on Abi Hamzah's face, it seemed like it was a pleasant conversation.

Irresistibly upset, Juan still has to add to his frustration as the phone he left on the table tofu rings. If the one who called was Reno to just ask when he came home, anyway, maybe Juan would still be willing to lift it even though he had to while prying.

The thing is, what's now on her phone screen is Moana's name, and she's 100 percent sure what she'll say is unimportant nonsense.

However, Juan picked up his phone. Lazily, in the absence of a mask that she was trying to wear at all, she greeted Moana in her perfunctory manner.

On the other end of the phone, Moana's voice sounded gleeful. Like the woman had just gotten the most luck in her life, and she was celebrating for it.

“Gue again at my girl's house, why?” the answer he gave referred to Moana's previous question which read; “Lo again where, Ju?”

“Yah ... no longer at home, huh? Though I'm again on the way to your house just as nyokap me.” A disappointed moan that was not at all important to Juan. In fact, he felt sick of having to hear it when his chest was full of emotions. “What time is it? Let me wait.”

“Night.”

“Ya night what time is it?”

“People night. I have the same event as my prospective in-laws, depending on what time the show is finished, I just came home.” Lazily, Juan turned on the loud speaker. He put the phone on the table, then turned to look at Zahira who had only a few seconds to appear from behind the door.

“Sit,” he said in a soft voice, so that the chatter Moana did not hear and mistakenly thought he was talking to the woman. “Umi finished cooking?” he continued after Zahira sat across.

“Udah, so I'm here to call you for lunch.” Zahira. His eyes glanced at the phone still on, while his shadow could clearly hear Moana's voice calling out Juan's name. “That was ladenin first.” Said later.

“Males.” Juan said it without a sound, just through the movement of his lips. And from the response of Zahira who shook her head slowly, she knew the woman was able to understand her point.

“Halo, Ju? You're still there, right? Hello?”

Zahira pokes Juan's arm to respond immediately to Moana, but the man pushes the phone at her. Through the movement of his hands, Juan seemed to say; “You answered, I am males.” So Zahira inevitably grabbed the phone and started talking to Moana.

“Halo, Moana.” Sweepings. Kalem and anggly. If this were another woman, there would definitely be a third world war.

“Oh, Zahira, yes? Where are you talking, Juannya to?”

“Could you give Juan again, right? I need to talk to him.”

Zahira glanced at Juan, but the man shook his head violently while crossing his arms in front of his chest to form the letter X.

Zahira had no other choice. He had to lie. “Juan again to the toilet, he said kebelet poop. You want to ask about work, huh? Want to be sampled through me?” look at how positive Zahira Casanova thinks. Where do any co-workers contact outside of work hours to inquire about work? At times, Juan also felt anxious about himself with his lover. Though it is better if Zahira can turn into an occasional reog when facing their relationship bully like this Moana.

“Oh, no need, deh. I'll call him again if he's done poop.”

“OK, deh.” And just like that, the phone was unilaterally shut down by Moana.

Juan was very upset. If it had been to Adnan the level of his regret was still half, with Moana his level was even much higher. If Juan did not uphold his professionalism and his work Moana is not good, maybe he will accept Reno's offer to move the women to another division so that they do not need to meet each other in the office.

“You should be angry.” Juan got his phone back. “What are you jealous of, Za, see if there's another girl calling me like that? He even didn't appreciate your position as my girlfriend.”

“Emang if I get angry, he will stop deletin you? No, right? The only key is in you. Depending, you want to respond to him or not.”

“Tetap aja, lah. At least you have the effort to show to him if I have you.”

“Neaseless need to see also should he already know, right? Butwhat? He is still insisting on your deketin. Meaning what? Yes he doesn't care. He doesn't want to know and all he thinks about, all he focuses on is you. Maybe because he thinks I'm just your girlfriend?”

“Yes already,” Juan suddenly straightened his back. “Let's get married. Let that Moana can't bother me anymore. All right, Adnan. Let him also can not disturb you again if you know you already have a husband.”

“Ngawur.” Zahira clapped Juan's arm. “You think marriage is easy?”

“Most.” Said Juan lightly. “Stay to KUA, register, contract, continue valid. Beres.”

Zahira bobbing head. “Not so easy. About what religion? Even if you move, do the files not difficult? How's your mama's blessing? My ideals?”

“Ah, elah.” Juan was long. When it comes to that, he's dead-end too. “How's it going? How do you let those bullies stop bothering us?”

“Cuekin.” Short, solid, clear, but not that easy to do. “Focus on both of us, why focus on others, anyway? As long as I am the same you are still steadfast with our feelings, there would be a thousand and one distractions that come should not matter, right?”

Juan did not answer, instead busy ruffling his hair that was from the beginning was a mess. His face was tangled, a tangle of T-shirts belonging to Abi Hamzah that he borrowed from last night.

That sounds easy. It sounds simple. But who can guarantee that their feelings will stay in place? Who can guarantee that one of them will not falter, if the bullies are not immediately made scramble?

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