Why Different?

Messy Morning's

Many times Juan hit the bell on the fence of the house Moana, but never get a welcome from the owner. The scorching sun had made Juan bathed in sweat, not to mention the ugly Reno once hit the horn brutally until his voice roared loudly like a war drum that was filled with fighting spirit.

“Moana to where, anyway?” I don't know who it was to. Maybe to the cold towering fence. Maybe to the wind that blows fly a strand of hair that begins to lengthen. It is also possible that black ants lined up regularly on the side of the wall near the gate. Obviously, he didn't get any answers to that question.

While Juan tries to get a message from Moana, in his car, Reno starts to move uneasily. The horn that he sounded many times seemed not enough to make Juan immediately approach, so he took a reckless step by jumping down from the car, he hurried over to Juan who was standing like a fool in front of the fence.

“Over time, anyway?!” he asked, followed by a hard blow that landed just on Juan's stocky shoulder. “If the person is not there, just stay here!” his proposal then, as if not to give time for Juan to make a defense.

Juan let out a long sigh, painstakingly removing Reno's small body from his side, in an attempt to avoid another act of violence that might follow.

“We've had bad luck, Ju!” Reno exclaimed again. The cousin of the bongsor that heed the ear and even back to squeeze the bell.

Twice. Three times. Until eight times Juan hit the bell, there is still no reason. At that point, Juan could no longer think positively. Even as the protests that Reno was putting up were getting more and more noisy, Juan no longer cared. He was busy thinking of a way to check Moana's condition in there. Honestly, Juan was afraid that something bad had happened to Moana given how weak she was yesterday.

Thinking for a while, Juan ended up choosing one quite extreme path. Before executing the plan, he pushes Reno away, far enough away that the man has no chance of preventing it.

“Lo anything, anyway?!” Reno protested, but Juan did not listen. Hurriedly he galloped closer towards the fence, exerting all the strength he had to climb the tall fence even though underneath, Reno still continued to shout in loyalty.

Juan's efforts worked hard to bring him to land smoothly in the yard of Moana's house overgrown with green grass. Without thinking, he ran towards the main door.

“Mo!” he shouted while banging on the door.

“Moana!” shouted again. His tone was getting higher and the pounding he made was also getting more brutal. But still, there is no telling from inside there. It was as if what Reno said earlier was true, that Moana was indeed not in her house.

“Mo! I'm sure you're inside! Answer me, please?!”

“Moana!”

Niente. Until his sore throat, Juan still got nothing. Finally, as an extreme last step, Juan prepared to break down the door in front of him even though he knew it would not be easy.

However, when he actually slammed his shoulder into the sturdy wooden door, Juan staggered forward as it turned out that the door was unlocked from the start. Half the side is relieved, the other half is more worried because of fear of actually happening anything to Moana.

“Moana!” while running through the living room, Juan again shouted Moana's name.

“Mo, where are you?!”

“Moana, you okay?!”

“Fxck! Can you answer me?!” juan screamed until he arrived on the second floor. It was a bit of a doubt when he faced Moana's bedroom door. Between sure and not to barge in because it was a private area belonging to the woman.

“***!” cursing is like a habit when he is hit by a difficult situation. Pacing Juan at Moana's door. Innocent fingernails are the target of the bite as he thinks what he should do.

Break through? Don'tdon't? Break through? Don'tdon't? Break through? Don'tdon't?

The question was repeated in his head. Until the end result, he decided to break through Moana's room, no matter what consequences he had to face later.

“Mo?” call him in a quieter voice when the door in front of him opens slowly. At first, he just pops his head, then his body moves slowly come in while his eyes go around looking for the whereabouts of the owner of the room that is not on the bed.

“Moana? It's me, Juan.”

Walking deeper and deeper, there was still no sign of Moana's whereabouts.

“Halo? Moana?”

“Mo—“ until arriving at the moment when Juan can no longer continue his speech. Because in front of her eyes, right on the floor of the bathroom that was wet because the water continued to pour from the shower, Moana lay helpless still in her nightgown.

Juan's head felt empty for a moment. She no longer thought anything and just moved impulsively, carrying Moana's limp body and running out of the bathroom. He didn't even think about turning off the shower, picking up a blanket to warm Moana first, or whatever it was. The last time it occurred to him before his head really became empty was to immediately take Moana to the hospital in order to get help as quickly as possible.

His breathing began to fatigue, but Juan did not relax at all the swing of his steps that had also been shaken-seok holding his body weight and Moana's body weight at once.

While in front of the gate, Reno was surprised not to play when he found Juan running from inside the house with a clear look of panic.

Juan did not answer, instead busy opening the car door with a rasp, only to make the key he held fall and get under the car.

“Dog!” Juan cursing. Even more upset when Reno does not go to do something and instead stands like a fool on the side of the car.

After a few seconds, Reno seemed to be able to restore his brain function again. In a hurry, the man crouched down, struggling to reach under the car to find the key that fell.

“Buruan!” Juan started to push. Moana's face grew pale and her breathing began to look weak.

“Propay!” Reno lang. Soon, he managed to get the car keys.

Without wasting any time, he immediately unlocked the car, volunteering to offer to drive. “Good!” her word.

Juan immediately entered and sat in the passenger seat, laying Moana down by letting the woman's head rest on her lap.

Dewi Fortuna seemed to be being kind that morning, until the streets were usually crowded when the hours left for work were immediately empty and Reno could drive like a madman on their way to the hospital.

“Defend.” It was Juan whispering in his heart as his gaze did not shift from Moana's pale face. Her long fingers did not hesitate to rub the woman's cheeks, hoping that her movements could help warm Moana's soaked body a little.

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A deep breath Zahira took after she checked her phone once again. The messages he sent to Juan earlier have not been sent, making the bruise in his heart more severe because he understood that Juan would not turn off his phone if his anger did not go into the maximum level. At best, like yesterday, the man just won't read and reply to messages.

“Za,”

“Ya?” Zahira turned around to say hello back to Zayyan who had just called her. The young doctor, who was loved by almost all female employees at the hospital, walked up to him with a distinctive smile that was perfectly imprinted on his handsome face.

“Udah breakfast?” ask the man.

A breakfast? Let alone breakfast, Zahira did not even have time to drink water properly because he was busy thinking about Juan and what really happened to his lover. And again, Zahira was not good at lying, so she shook her head honestly in response.

“Kok yet? You have an maag, right? What if relapse try?”

“I was in a hurry here, Mas, so no time for breakfast.” Zahira.

Zayyan shook his head slowly, “No way, Za. In any hurry, you still have to eat breakfast. Remember, you are a prospective doctor, your job is to treat patients. But, how do you want to take care of your patients if to yourself only you ignore?”

For a moment, Zahira pondered. What Zayyan said is true. Lately, he has been ignoring himself a lot, and it ended badly because he also couldn't handle the patient to the fullest.

But the problem is, putting food in the mouth when the condition of the heart and mind is chaotic will not be that simple. If it was too forced, he would only end up making the food he was chewing with great difficulty come back out, and it was extremely unpleasant.

“To the canteen first, yuk? I'll get you breakfast.” Take Zayyan.

Zahira was silent for quite a while, fixated on Zayyan's tanned netra which his fellow colleagues said resembled the most real form of heaven to be found in the world.

“Za?”

Zahira let out a slow breath, then nodded. “Ya already, Mas, come.”

Zayyan's smile grew on Zahira's reply. They also walked to the hospital canteen located at the back. But just a few steps swayed, Zahira immediately stopped when her eyes caught a familiar figure running down from the car and. Behind him, caught up with another person who was also not a stranger.

“Za?” Zayyan patted Zahira slowly on the shoulder, wondering why the woman had suddenly stopped her steps.

“Mas, I didn't go to the cafeteria, sorry.” And without any further explanation, Zahira ran after the two figures she had seen before, leaving Zayyan alone in a daze.

“Who did you bring, Ju?” asked Zahira to herself while her little legs were still stepping in search of the existence of a lover who had withdrawn from her reach.

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