Why Different?

Trapped

Good intentions don't always end up with something good. Today, Juan learned that. Because, from the beginning he only intended to bring Moana home, then continue to take the woman until she entered the room, now he was trapped and forced to wait for Moana who was sleeping on the bed because she was worried that nothing would happen if she came home before making sure Moana's condition had improved.

The bad news is, Juan did not bring his cellphone so now he is drunk himself, it is difficult to contact the office to confirm the delay back to the office because Moana's condition does not improve. Even if there is a cell phone, at least he can contact Reno or Galih to ask for a solution.

“Makanya, do not be pretentious to be a civilized human being if the ends trouble themselves.” Juan said that in a normal voice, not whispering because after all he was sure Moana was completely asleep and would not be able to hear his words.

On the bed, Moana lay down with a blanket wrapped up to the bottom of her chest. The two women's hands were clinging to each other on the stomach and Juan still occasionally found sweat spots spreading across his face. Wanted to wipe, but he wasn't that good. So he just let the sweat points increase along with the wrinkles on Moana's forehead that began to appear more and more often. Apparently, the woman was dreaming inside.

Speaking from conscience, putting aside all the personal feelings Moana had for him, Juan had to admit that there were many good sides to the woman now lying helplessly.

They had known him long before he got into the same company, making friends long enough before he finally drew the line a fair distance after he managed to get Zahira's heart. You could say, his friendship with Moana has already begun rather than his love story with the girl of his heart. It is not a typical friendship. They only occasionally hang out in the same place, mutually reprimanded like acquaintances in general. But still, their relationship was still fine before.

In the past, the existence of Moana did not feel disturbing at all. But now, when Juan realizes the woman has feelings for him, Juan begins to feel uneasy.

Juan was aware, one's feelings could never be forced. Just as he can't force himself to accept Moana's feelings, Juan realizes that the feelings she has for him can't be forced to just disappear. Still needs time. It still takes a wide field of heart to accept that they can only go hand in hand as a friend and co-worker alone, no more.

“Lo is beautiful, Mo. It's also good and smart. If you want to open your heart a little, it's definitely a lot of guys who want to make dapetin lo.” The sentence once wanted Juan to say directly, but he was not because he did not want to look sensitive. Moana never directly expresses her feelings, so Juan decides to pretend not to know so that they can remain friends as usual.

Juan took a deep breath after the silence swallowed him for a few seconds. Then along with the breath he let out slowly, Juan rolled his head on the edge of the bed. The sleepiness began to attack, making him stop thinking because to what extent he forced his brain to run, there was no solution whatsoever that he could come across.

“Wait until the clock comes home from work no times, yes.” He muttered alone. That he said with the condition of the eyes that have been closed and almost half conscious. And, it didn't take long until he actually fell asleep. Forgetting the unrest that had been whack since earlier.

Juan's malleability produced a satisfied smile that expanded widely adorning Moana's pale face. Just a moment after he realized that Juan had fallen asleep, he opened his eyes. Inwardly cheered proudly as he had managed to execute his somewhat reckless plan.

A few hours before going to lunch, Moana accidentally took laxatives that she had previously bought secretly while her fellow division— including Juan— were busy with their respective jobs. As a result, all the contents in his stomach drained away. That's why he took a long time in the toilet, because he had to take it all out, to end up turning deathly pale. It was excruciating, but seeing Juan willingly waiting for him to fall asleep like now, it was not something in vain.

He said, to be able to get something, we do have to pay the appropriate price. So for Moana, just to make herself a little dehydrated it would not be an exaggeration if the reply was to get the attention of Juan. Although he actually knew, the attention he received was only due to the high humanity that the man had.

Its alright. Moana still believes that love because it is used to it is true. Yesterday, Juan probably rejected it outright because from the beginning their distance was indeed quite far and he was too forced to approach immediately. Now, he knows the solution. Like the motto that he always held firm, that slowly is better than hurry but not get anywhere, he would start from small things that would make Juan slowly approach him.

Cunningly? Fuck'em. Isn't it as long as Juan is still not officially a husband, Moana can still try her best to get her love?

Juan wriggled softly, grimacing when he felt his neck was stiff and the bones in the back seemed to have been overwritten by blunt objects. He blinked a few times, only to find the bed where Moana was originally located was empty. The owner was not there, out of nowhere.

When Juan looked out the window to check, the sky turned dark. Call it fog because he did not expect the fall of the head on the edge of the bed will bring him to sleep too long. With a hoarse movement, Juan turned his head to all directions to look for the existence of a clock that could tell him about time.

As soon as I met, Juan snorted violently. The short needle in the wall clock is round in shape with the black background color that has pointed at the number 7, while the long needle moves slowly towards the number 11. It's late at night, even after hours of returning home from work if he actually returns to the office for overtime.

But that's not the main problem. This morning, he had promised Zahira to pick her up at the hospital and they made an 8 o'clock appointment. If there was no scene of Moana falling ill and she had to drive her home, Juan should have been on his way to pick up her lover.

“Ju, have you woken up?”

Juan looked back quickly. Moana appeared from inside the bathroom, strolling towards him with a face that was still pale, but not as pale as before.

Juan stood up and walked quickly to Moana. Not to help the woman walk back to the bed, but to raise her hand, ask to lend the car keys because he may not go back to the office first to pick up his car and go to the hospital to pick up Zahira. I can't, it'll take more time.

“There is above the nightstand,” Moana points in the direction where she keeps her car keys. Juan followed the direction of Moana's index finger, then rushed to snatch the key of the car that was helplessly barking.

“Gue borrow first, yes, tomorrow morning I return.” He said as he lifted the key of Moana's car in front of the owner.

“Iya, wear aja.”

“Thanks,” then Juan walked quickly to the door. But before he opened the door of Moana's room, he turned around again. “But, Mo, you're okay, right? I can stay, right?” tanyanya.

“Udah, Ju. Thanks for wanting nemenin.” Moana replied ending a faint smile.

In times of hurry, pleasantries are very unnecessary. So Juan just nodded briefly then continued his steps. While walking, while praying; hopefully, the time he has is enough to pick up Zahira on time and not make his lover wait too long.

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