Why Different?

Theatricals

It's been a bitch, not knowing yourself anyway. Juan could only grumble silently watching Luke happily drain the contents of his wallet by ordering so many meals. Though if you look around, the man's stomach is not at all distended, but how do you just fit all the food into it? Is there some sort of secret place where Luke can store food stocks, just like a camel keeps water in its hump?

“This is called gragas,” Galih commented. Incidentally, the man sat right next to him so that Juan could make him a gibbarian friend.

“Gue sure he was on purpose.” Juan accused. Not an accusation with no clear reason, because from the beginning put into the company by Papi, the Komodo Luke was very fond of looking for trouble with himself and Reno. If for Reno, Luke's movement may still be limited because after all Reno's position is still higher. But for Juan, Luke seems to have kept 1001 backup plans to continue to harass his quiet life.

“There's a personal vendetta he's like lo.” Galih guess.

Juan smiled obliquely, “Not vengeance, only humans who do not have adab.” He then turned to Galih. “He said man was created from the ground. Well, the man was created for sure if not from a landslide yes land dispute. Her hobbies make a mute sin because.”

“More precisely the grave ground is like,” Galih chimed. With a simultaneous movement, they again raised their eyes towards Luke who had just finished his meal. In addition to being annoying and not knowing himself, Lukas is also a sage, so it is not surprising that the man can still eat calmly even though he is being gossiped by other colleagues.

“Founder emang,” umpatan it be the last touch. Juan did not want to dirty his mouth more to call Luke because the tip would be useless. Nothing will change from human attitude there is no one.

“Omong-by the way, Ju,”

Juan looked again at Galih. “Why?”

“Si Moana where, huh? To the toilet kok long bener.” Digging while drowning. It may have been 20 minutes Moana said she went to the toilet, but until now the woman has not shown her nose. Before leaving, Moana also did not finish her meal and the woman did look more reserved than before. “Worry, euy. What is susulin?”

For some time, Juan fell silent, seemingly thinking. If he lets Galih catch up with Moana, that means he'll be left here with Luke. Ughhhh! No, thank you. It is better for him who goes to check on Moana's condition than to linger interacting with the monkey Luke. Well, right, it's been increased again just the name for Luke.

“Gue aja susulin, I also want to go to the toilet.” After that, Juan left. Celingukan he looked for the existence of a toilet located at the very back of the restaurant building where they ate.

Already met, he still remains in a daze in front of the women's toilet, bending his head slightly to find the whereabouts of Moana. But his name is a man and was dreary in front of the toilet women, obviously the suspicious gaze many times cast on him, coming from the women who went in and out of the toilet women. They must have thought Juan was going to do the no-no. Whether to peek, or is targeting one of the women in the toilet room for him to drag away like in crime movies.

Although it was not comfortable to be stared at so by people, Juan persisted. Not only did he wait, he also tried to call Moana anyway, it's just that the woman did not answer her call so she could only patiently stand in front of the entrance to the ladies' room while occasionally bending her head again.

Fifteen minutes passed, Juan was about to give up. He thought of calling Galih alone for the man to help find a solution. However, not even his hand had finished typing the number Galih he had memorized out of his head, Moana appeared from behind the door in a state that— screwed up. His hair was disheveled, his shirt was tangled, his face was pale and a patch of sweat the size of a corn seed seemed to spread across his face and the area of his neck that was open.

Regardless of how annoying Moana's attitude is outside of work hours, she is still human. So seeing Moana who just like that still makes Juan panic. Hurriedly he walked up to Moana who was like he had no power to even just greet her.

“I’m okay, Ju.” Moana replied in a soft voice. Juan's grip tries to let him go, but Juan insists on holding him back.

“What's okay? Lo's sick, Mo, you're so cold. We're going to the hospital, huh?”

“No need, Ju.” Moana still insisted.

“No, we go to the hospital now.” Juan pulled Moana's arm, about to actually drag the woman to the hospital. However, Moana rejected him again.

“No, Ju. I don't like hospitals.” As much as possible, with little energy left, Moana held Juan's hand. “We go back to the office,”.

Juan could have forced Moana, but that was not his habit. He never forced anyone, especially if the word ‘not’ has been thrown more than once from his interlocutor. For that, Juan gave up. With a low breath, he nodded his head.

“Yes, we're back at the office.” Sneakily. Then, he led Moana, making sure the frail body could still trace on the floor and not collapse suddenly.

Arriving at the table where they had lunch earlier, Galih stood up quickly, galloping closer in with an unarticulated panic. Moana's appearance was a new sight, as all also knew how formidable and invincible an Eclessia Moana was.

“Mo, lo why?”

“Sick.” Juan answered. “Turn yuk to office,” take him later. Luke is not concerned at all. Because unlike Galih who panicked, the rancid boy even seemed to relax. In fact, there was a faint smile that Juan could catch on his annoying face.

Leaving Luke behind, the three of them finally walked back to the office. Juan and Galih work together, suddenly turning into Guardian Angel who is ready to guard on the right and left side of Moana's body to ensure the woman reaches the office safely.

Meanwhile, Luke who was left behind still enjoyed the scene before his eyes with a pinched smile. It'sit's nothing. He was not unsympathetic to Moana's seemingly frail condition. Only, he knew that it was pretend. Even if Moana is really sick, it must be the result of her own deliberate act to attract Juan. Just as he is good at taking advantage of the situation in order to work in the elite company of his father Reno, Lukas knows Moana is just as crafty.

“Mo, Mo, reckless also lo if I look around.” The man muttered while shaking his head slowly.

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