Why Different?

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Juan had to admit that Moana was persistent. How not? When the night was approaching and outside the rain fell so fast, he still found the woman's car parked in his yard. Though he had deliberately delayed his return just in case, making sure Moana and her mother had gone home because by God, he was very lazy to meet the woman.

Now, since he had been driving his car to the front of the gate, Juan could not turn back. Inevitably, he continued the rest of the journey by stepping on the accelerator fairly deep, making his car slide freely towards the garage and immediately he parked.

The roar of the car and the noise of the pulled gate combined with the swift rain made the occupants of the existing house scatter out. Reno was the first. The man ran from the house, down three steps to get to Juan's car just as his cousin had opened the door and was about to get off.

Three seconds later, Mama and Moana followed. The two women of different ages walked over with different expressions. One looks upset, the other even smiles bright—contrast with the color of the dark sky.

“Ngapain turning?” Reno whispered softly. “It should be longer at home Zahira.”

Juan took a deep breath in front of Reno's face. Fortunately, his cousin was in a good mood. If not, it would have been stuck. “Gue also wants to be there until the apocalypse. But how, dong, Abi Hamzah same Umi Maryam is civilized man, so I have to compensate their adab by knowing themselves as a guest.” Juan paused for a moment, glancing lazily towards Moana who was standing with Mama in the doorway. “Neither man, guest do not know time.” Then he walked towards the door leaving Reno who was sorry.

“Hai, Ju.”

“Hmmm.” Juan simply cleared his throat in return for Moana's friendly greeting. It makes Mama tick, while Juan does not care enough to improve his attitude. He was already a hyacinth, no longer able to pretend to be friendly to Moana who was starting to cross the line too far.

Ignoring Moana and Mama's whereabouts, Juan walks quickly into the house. He does not care even if he has to accept scolding or even punishment even later. For her, the most important thing now was to climb into the room so that there was no need to interact with Moana.

The absence of Moana's mother figure in the living room also further irritated Juan. Did the woman lie about coming with her mother, or did she deliberately let her mother go home alone in order to insist on waiting for Juan to come home? Whichever is the possibility, none of them make Juan happy.

“Ju,” Mama's voice calls slowly. Juan did not care, he continued his steps to climb one by one stairs.

Sayup-sayup heard a conversation between Mama and Moana. Where Mama tries to apologize for Juan's indifference while Moana explores the role of a kind-hearted angel by saying that it's okay.

Just as Juan's hand was outstretched about to open the door knob of the room, another hand came following, holding back his movement to make him inevitably turn his body in one jolt.

“What else?” he asked lazy to his mother. Lost his manners towards the old man. To his parents, he was never polite. For his modesty he did not learn from them. “Juan tired, want to rest. Tomorrow there is a meeting schedule with clients early in the morning. Mama wants Juan late to the office and get a penalty?”

“Meet Moana first, she has been waiting for you from noon.”

“Nobody told him to wait for Juan to come home.” Rough, his mother's hand he jerked.

“You why not be polite with Mama since dating the girl?”

“Name Zahira. Biasain call her by her name, don't just call the girl the girl continues. And again, Juan's attitude that I believe has nothing to do with Zahira. Precisely if it was not for him, Juan may have left this house and died Mama.” The chunks are indeed Juan has been quiet for a long time. After knowing both his friends—Fabian and Baskara— took the bold step to escape from their families, he also had time to think the same thing. But Zahira prevented it. It was the woman who convinced him that as bad as his parents were, Juan had to respect and love them.

“Juan knows Mama doesn't like Zahira because she doesn't think she's the same level as us, right? Though Mama should take the glass, because if Mama knows, we are actually not the same level as Zahira's family who are all good from various sides. Their families are harmonious, not like our own that survive just for the sake of business relationships.” There were more thoughts that Juan wanted to spit out right then and there, but he undoed his intention and swallowed everything back before the brakes inside him blonged. He's really tired anyway. Surviving at Zahira's house with Adnan who also never returned home has drained more than half of his energy.

“All Moana home. Want until he fainted here though, Juan will not come down again to meet him.” Then Juan opened the door of his room, entered it and then closed the wooden door violently causing a hard pounding. He was sure his voice would be heard all the way to the first floor. Intentionally, so that Moana hears it and knows herself to come home soon. As a guest, if it is not welcomed by the host, should not you leave immediately?

Meanwhile, Juan never knew that the spill of his anger actually made the mother's dislike of Zahira and their relationship even more so. The bigger it is, the more it blazes like a flame that is not easily extinguished.

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