Why Different?

The Silent's

On the streets that are still fairly crowded even though it is far past the hours of returning home from work, Juan blabbed. The volume of the vehicle that seemed to spill to one point made him inevitably have to hold the speed of the car, unable to force himself to speed because even to slip it he could not.

Time and again, Juan had to stop the speed of his vehicle because the traffic lights turned red. For one traffic light, he could even stop as much as twice as crowded the streets tonight.

“***!” Juan nodded again. This time, the cause is because there is a mischievous motorcyclist who almost got stuck by him. If he is currently driving his own car, Juan would not mind to stir the mechanic. At best, he will be asked for compensation even though the biker is clearly wrong for taking the road at will.

Isn't that always the case? There are always many people on this earth who prefer to position themselves as victims, in an effort to attract sympathy. Nauseating, but what else? It has been so since ancient times.

So much drama that Juan had to pass in order to get to the hospital to pick up Zahira beloved. But once he arrived, he even found a scene that made his heart ache.

Just before Juan finished releasing the seatbelt, his eyes accidentally caught the figure of Zahira who was walking towards the hospital exit. Not alone, the woman went hand in hand with a man. Again, Juan also had to see a cliche scene where Zahira almost crept when he was about to open the door and the man who walked with him swiftly held Zahira's body.

For Zahira who did not fall, Juan was grateful. But for the events after, where Zahira did not even let go of the man's grip from his arm made Juan had involuntarily grasped tightly at the wheel. His muscles, especially those around his neck and arms stiffened, hardening like a stone ready to be smashed to anyone until it ended up crumbling dimly.

In the Eternal, John began to count down. Not much - a lot, just starting at five and going to end at one. The plan was this; if Zahira did not immediately break away when she finished counting down, then she would rush down from the car and beat up the man who was with her lover. Whatever the reason, whatever defense Zahira will give later, he will still beat the man first to channel his emotions.

“Three,” Juan started voicing his count, where the numbers 5 and 4 were already the ones he had previously only spoken in heart.

“Two,” still continues. There was a huge fear when he almost called ‘one’. But he continued on. “Sa—“ and the count never finished because before that, Zahira had already withdrawn.

Either be relieved, or just disappointed that he lost the chance to punch someone tonight. Juan's head was too full, his mind clouded.

So when he saw the man who was with Zahira walking in the other direction, leaving Zahira alone after being seen making small talk, Juan wasted no time and rushed down from the car. The place where he parked his car would not be clearly visible from inside the hospital, so he was not surprised when he found Zahira looked surprised at his appearance from the middle of the darkness.

“Ju,” Zahira say hello. Do not forget to put a sweet smile of honey on ordinary days, Juan will soon reply with a smile that is not tired bright. “You just arrived? Or from earlier?”

“New.” Juan answered briefly. His tone was crisp, although he had tried not to show his emotions in front of Zahira at this time. Still fresh in his memory about their quarrel last time, which led to a long period of tormenting conscience. Juan doesn't want a second wave, he doesn't want his relationship with Zahira back tenuous even though it means he has to fight hard against his own ego.

“I chatted you, but you didn't reply.” Zahira.

“I chat you from 5 o'clock. And, whose car is this you're wearing?”

Juan stopped his steps right on the side of the car. For a moment, he was silent. Should she tell Zahira the truth that she's not in the office at that hour and is instead at Moana's house, asleep while waiting for her? No, that's not a good idea. Zahira might misunderstand.

“I have a job outside at that hour. Just finished at 7 and come straight here to pick you up. This is Galih's car, I borrowed it because I did not hunt if I had to go back to the office to take hape with my car.” Juan reasoned. The emotions that were nurtured a lot after seeing the unpleasant scene had instantly disappeared, replaced with peerless nervousness. What if Zahira is suspicious?

“Keep, if your car is used, What ride does it ride?”

“Taxi online.” People say that making one lie always ends up causing another lie. Tonight, Juan proved it. And in the future, while Zahira is still talking about cars, he might make more lies useless.

“Please dong. Though it's okay if you go back to the office, Ju. I can wait, kok.”

And you've been interacting with that guy for longer, Za? No, thanks. You know I'm jealous. “Nothing, Galih is also okay. It's not important to talk about him now. Let's go home, it's late.” Juan opened the door, pushing slowly on Zahira's back to get into the car safely. Then he ran across, hurriedly sitting behind the wheel.

“How’s your day? Any problems?” juan asked after being driven away from the hospital area. Unlike the road here that contains many obstacles, the way home feels safer and quieter.

“Nothing special. That was my activity for the whole day. How about you? Any problems at work?” Zahira asked back.

“Neither.” Again, just a short answer Juan gave. After that, silence. Juan no longer asked this question, just continued to focus on looking at the street in front of him with a half-enlightened mind.

The weirdness in Juan was well realized by Zahira. The obvious change in attitude was enough to tell him that Juan was not doing well. Merely, he did not have the courage to ask any further. More precisely, he did not want to urge Juan like the other day, where they ended up noisy and quieted each other for days.

If you can be honest, lately Zahira feels tired with all the activities she goes through. Everything feels monotonous, too varied for him who likes new things. It had a lot of impact on his mood that was more volatile, and Juan was the only reason for him to remain sane in such an unpleasant state. So as much as possible, Zahira does not want their relationship to run into a bad situation. Their great quarrel the other day was enough to frighten Zahira, he did not want the same thing to happen again because I swear by anything, he was never ready if asked how he would be without Juananda Saputra.

The rest of the journey, which took almost an hour, was passed away in silence and an unfamiliar uncomfortable atmosphere. The pair of lovers were silent with the contents of the head that was equally noisy, both trying hard to suppress their respective egos just so that their relationship can still survive in the midst of a severe storm.

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