Why Different?
Lies
“Moana?” Zahira asked Reno who was sitting alone in the waiting chair in front of the IGD.
A few minutes earlier, Zahira had just stood behind the cold walls of the hospital, watching as Juan moved back and forth while biting his fingernails with a worried look on his face. It was only when a male doctor came out the door and invited Juan to go talk in another room that he dared to move closer, targeting Reno as a source of information that he felt better than having to ask directly to Juan who clearly had not received the messages he sent before. In fact, the man seemed to have deliberately avoided himself.
“Gue same Juan earlier to Moana's house. His intention was just to turn around the car, but instead ended up finding him again dying in the house.” Reno explained in more detail after previously only nodding his head briefly.
Hearing that, a faint frown appeared on Zahira's forehead. “Mobil?” tanyanya astonishment. What car?
Reno nodded again. “Yesterday, after lunch, Moana suddenly got sick, kept Juan initiative to anterin her home. And, well, the car so laugh with Juan and this morning we plan to turn the car back.” Bright Reno.
Secretly, Zahira squeezed the black-colored skirt she was wearing. Stuffy. He felt like something was pressing on his chest too strongly to make it difficult for him to take a breath.
How not? Juan himself always told himself that they were always open and honest with each other, but in fact the man even became the one who lied first. No kidding, his lies even to the point of making Zahira feel pain all over the body, especially in the chest and head.
Wh why? Why would Juan lie? Why not be frank from the beginning if the car used to pick her up last night is Moana's? Does Juan think he would be angry if he knew the man had gone to deliver Moana who was sick? Is that a second of Juan's assessment of him?
But more than that, Zahira was curious about one thing. To be more precise, how far was the lie Juan told last night? Just about the actual car owner, or something else? And, what are those lies that ultimately make Juan behave strange— in an effort to cover himself from guilt?
“Za,”
The call did not come from Reno, but from Juan who had just returned from the doctor's room at the end of the corridor.
Zahira turned her head quickly, then smiled pusar at the figure of a lover who had the heart to lie to him without reason enough he could understand.
“You ... why here?”
That said, someone will indeed tend to throw questions that seem stupid when being nervous. This morning, Zahira agreed. And unfortunately, the fact that even makes the burden on his shoulders feel heavier.
“I'm koas here, if you forgot.” Sahut Zahira, then he got up from the cold and hard iron chair.
For some time, Zahira stood before Juan without saying anything. All the woman did was stare right at her lover's bead, trying to find where the man laid the lies he had brought. Unfortunately, the effort did not yield results. Zahira loses. He may have fallen so much in love with Juan that he could no longer afford to sort out, whichever of the things the man showed which were lies and which were not.
In the end, all Zahira could do was take a bad breath, then exhale it so resignedly.
“Moana pain what?” he asked then, desperately holding back tears that were actually lined up to come out.
Zahira nodded briefly, then prepared to leave. Despite the fact that he did have to move on immediately to carry out the task, being here for too long would only make his heart condition more and more dying. Juan standing before him at the moment was not someone he knew and loved very much. This Juan looked foreign, and Zahira did not want to come into contact with him before the figure returned like the figure he had known all along.
“Titip greetings for Moana, hopefully soon to recover.” He said, then the woman walked past Juan's tall body without saying the proper saying. To Reno, he said nothing. Even to simply thank him for the information that he had shared with him.
While biting her lower lip and clenching her hands tightly beside her body, Zahira sped up. While in his place standing, Juan could only be pensive, watching his lover's back move away and he had no power to run after.
“Lo again fight with Zahira?”
The question made Juan only able to sigh low. Instead of answering, he then actually said, “Lo went to the office alone, today I do not enter permission, want to take care of Moana first to move to the nursery.” Then it just passed leaving Reno who did not know about the problem with Zahira.
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By lunchtime, Moana still had not opened her eyes. His weak body was rolled over the gurney and an infusion hose was attached to his left hand. Earlier this morning, the doctor told Juan that Moana was severely dehydrated, and that if Juan had come to the hospital a little later, Moana's condition would likely have gotten worse.
Longtime. Juan stared long at Moana's pale face. The usual reddish hue that appeared on the woman's cheeks completely vanished unceremoniously. His chatty mouth that was usually daubed in a bright red lipstick now looks blue. Her eyelids are closed, look so cute.
At the moment, Juan already does not see Moana as someone who likes her and tries to interfere with her relationship with Zahira. In fact, Juan felt sorry for Moana, because the woman had to go through sick times like this alone while both parents were either where and were doing what, and they were doing what, without knowing that the princess is just a puppet they could have lost their lives.
“Titip greetings for Moana, hopefully soon to recover.”
Zahira's words that came back clearly in the ear made Juan urung move his hand to get rid of the strands of hair that dangled Maoana covering the eyelids of the woman's eyes. From the look on his face, Juan knew Zahira bore such great disappointment towards him. Although he did not ask Reno anything that Zahira had asked before, Juan felt that she already knew quite a lot.
Juan knew he should have kept Zahira away this morning. At least, he could invite the woman to pull over for a while to explain the misunderstanding that seemed to be going on between them. However, Juan did not have that courage. His emotions were not stable enough, and he was afraid of only letting go until he accidentally spoke bad things to Zahira. The heart of the woman was soft, she could not face the woman with emotion.
Later tonight. He planned to take some time to ease his emotions until later tonight. Until the time comes for Zahira to come home and she will take her lover home. They can talk about everything on the way home. Everything was. About Moana, about the man who was with Zahira last night, also about the reason why Juan turned off the phone when it was far from his habit.
He said, don't like to procrastinate. But according to Juan, choosing the right timing to solve a problem is an exception.
Taking a deep breath, Juan again paid attention to Moana. For now, he would focus on waiting for Moana until the woman opened her eyes. That way, she could urge Moana to immediately contact her parents and tell them to go home.
“Wake up, don't slow down.” Whispers slowly. His intention that was delayed to fix Moana's messy hair was finally carried out as well. Without him knowing, that behind the door of the nursing room that was slightly open, there was Zahira who happened to pass after making a visit to the hospital room next door along with a doctor.
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