Why Different?
Become Human
Even at the office, Moana's condition still did not improve. Upon arrival in the workspace, the woman even rolled her head on the table while closing her eyes, making Juan whose desk position was right next to the increasingly worried look.
Juan wasn't the only one, Galih also looked agitated in her chair, repeatedly pushing her chair out of the table, only to simply check if Moana was still breathing. If Luke, no longer need to be asked. The man did not seem to have a conscience.
“No gini,” Juan hesitantly stood up, making Galih practically look up at him. “Back aja, Mo, let me the mintain permission.” Reciprocity. Galih also nodded.
“Gue is okay, Ju. Short breaks are also best.” Moana weakly replied. His eyes were still closed, a valid proof that his condition was not at all fine as what his lips spoke.
“Hest at home aja.” Mumba Juan. Then she passed out of the room, taking a quick step to take care of the licensing so that Moana could go home quickly.
The process of applying for permits does not take long because the reasons are clear and reasonable. Juan also applied for permission to drive Moana home and in return he would return home from the office late to change the hours he used to drive Moana.
After the agreement was reached, Juan returned to the study, went straight to Moana and dragged the woman's arm to get up from an uncomfortable half-slump position.
“Come, I anterin home.” Juan. But because of his sudden movements plus Moana's body which seemed to be still weak made the woman stagger. Juan swiftly caught Moana's body so as not to fall. For this time alone, he would let Moana be close enough to him physically.
“Still strong path no?” Galih. The man had already swiftly cleaned up Moana's belongings, put them in a bag and held the bag.
“Can, kok.” Moana pulls away from Juan, trying to stand on her own feet. But the dizziness felt in the head makes the surroundings seem to spin so inevitably he re-collapsed his body towards Juan. He gripped the man's arm, looking for a grip. “I don't think you can, deh.”
Galih and Juan looked at it for a moment, then Juan sighed harshly before making a big decision. Without warning, he grabbed Moana's body, lifting her up in one jolt. “Please bag.” His request to Galih who was immediately obeyed by the man by giving Moana's bag. “Thanks. I walk first anterin Moana, later I return again.” His pampit, then he took the Moana he was carrying out of their study.
The bopong-mopong scene was definitely a spectacle material. Some of the employees who passed them in the corridor even stopped their steps and their heads moved to follow where Juan's steps went. They take their eyes off and continue after Juan and Moana get into the elevator.
“Lo parking next to where?” juan asked after they got to the basement.
“Car wallet lo.” Answer Moana slowly. As a result of the situation, the woman leaned her head against Juan's chest, her hands draped around the man's neck tightly.
Juan didn't ask any more, just walking straight to the place where Moana's car was parked. The car door opened, Moana's body lowered slowly, placed into the passenger seat and she securely fitted the seatbelt. Already, Juan ran to the other side of the car, directly sitting behind the wheel and without much talk directly stepped on the accelerator.
The streets in the hours after lunch were fortunately in a quiet state so that Juan could speed a little to get to the Moana residence faster. On the sidelines of driving activities that require him to focus on the streets, Juan occasionally glances at the passenger seat. Just to find Moana's condition that wasn't much different from before. The woman's head leaned against the glass, her eyes closed again.
“Lo sure don't want to go to the hospital first? 2 Km more hospital, we turn first?” ask him again.
Forty minutes away, they finally arrived. The towering high gate framing the building of Moana's house became a barrier for cars to enter. Juan stopped for a moment.
“Klakson aja?” tanyanya, referring to the order to open the gate addressed to the household assistant who booth by.
However, Moana shook her head. With a slow, unpowered movement, the woman re-enforced her sitting position. “At home no one else. Ma'am again permission to go home, Mami with Daddy to Paris yesterday, just going back another week.”
“Why not tell from earlier?!” Juan shouted in his heart. Nevertheless, he remained down from the car, patiently receiving the lock key from Moana and opening the gate himself.
On his return, Juan said nothing. He stepped on the gas pedal and skillfully parked Moana's car into the garage, filling the empty slot between two other luxury cars parked first.
“Come,” Juan opened the door, his hands are already a habit of standing by above the door in an effort to avoid anyone sleepy while being down.
Before reaching the front door of Moana's house, Juan halted his steps. He turned his head towards Moana who was holding tightly on his arm. “Gue to get here only once, Mo? Not good to be in. Kan, you're home alone. Fear of being slandered.” His word.
Hearing that, Moana instantly distanced herself from Juan. He had to smile while nodding weakly. “Ya, it's okay.” Then he walked closer to the door, creating a wide distance with Juan. “Still, yes, Ju, be careful on the road.”
“No prob.” Juan then turned around, about to swing a step as a voice echoed so loudly in his head. Suddenly, one side of her that was still filled with humanity came, acting heroic by saying that he should have driven Moana at least inside the house and made sure she lay well on the bed.
“Ah, dammit.” Juan nodded slowly. Finally, he turned around again, urung pulled a step and looked back at Moana who was still standing in front of the door.
“Why, Ju?” asked Moana astonished.
“Gue anterin lo get to room.”
It was happy news for Moana, but since she was exploring the role of someone who was in a weak state, Moana was hard-earned to hold a smile.
“Gue can be alone, Ju.”
“No, I'm anterin. Come.” Juan again grabbed Moana by the arm, leading her into the house. In his mind, he only wanted to behave as a civilized human being. Juan did not know, that for Moana, it was something else.
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