Why Different?

Runyams

The first time Moana found out when she opened her eyes was Juan sitting in a chair right next to the patient's bed. The man sat leaning back with both arms folded in front of his chest, while his eyes stared straight at Moana.

"Ju," call Moana slowly. It was so slow that it was almost like a whisper. Moana herself was rather surprised to find her voice could only come out to that extent. This time, it was not pretending. He actually felt weak and powerless. Let alone to reog let alone make a further plan to hold Juan longer, to simply correct his uncomfortable sleeping position, he struggled.

The last thing in Moana's memory was that she was walking to the bathroom, he was about to wash his face as pale as a corpse and brush his teeth before going down to the kitchen to look for something he could eat. The damn laxative he had taken yesterday still had a pretty decent effect, making his stomach twisting and he couldn't put anything in his mouth because it would just end up getting him out any more. Then, he doesn't remember anything anymore. Maybe she fainted afterwards, Moana doesn't really know.

"Ju, how am I supposed to be here?" he asked, still in a very slow voice.

Juan shuffled, straightened his seat and began to look at Moana much more seriously. "Gue same Reno this morning to your house to make a car, but you do not open the door at all when I have been pulling the bell many times." He explains.

"Continue?"

"I'm worried, I was. That's why I'm desperate to climb the pager to keep breaking into the house. And then I found you lying on the bathroom floor, soaking wet."

For some time, Moana did not say anything. There was a feeling of pleasure that slipped into his heart upon learning that Juan was worried for him. Although after that he knew, what Juan did was only limited because the man was indeed a good friend, Moana still could not shake the pleasure just like that. Isn't that still a good start? At least, Moana knows his position is not too far from Juan now. He just had to walk a little at a time, to really get to the man, right?

"Where are you? Do you feel better?" Juan asked.

Moana turned her head back, then fell silent for a while to feel her own body condition. Nothing was too painful, only his throat was very dry.

"Well." Brother then.

Juan nodded quickly, hurriedly grabbed the water-filled glass that had been available on the nightstand and directly thrust it to Moana. However, instead of being accepted straight away, the glass ended up hanging in the air and Moana just kept looking at him.

"Why?" asked Juan in wonder.

"Gue can't get up, Ju, my body lemes." Moana whines, like a baby.

And although Juan started with a long breath that seemed heavy, the man kept moving closer, helping Moana move to a sitting position and straining the glass while the woman drank.

Droplets of water that entered little by little into the throat managed to make Moana smile in between her activities. It was like he had just met a spring that was so clear and refreshing after days of being stranded in a foreign place that was far from everyone's reach. There's only him himself. Getting lost, not knowing which way to walk to just find water to survive. And at this moment, Juan seemed like a kind-hearted angel whom God had deliberately sent down to lead his steps down the right path.

"Huh...." Moana heaved a sigh of relief after basing all the water inside the glass. Her smile was like the petals of a rose that had just bloomed. While in his seat, Juan followed by a smile. Relieved. She was grateful that Moana was improving.

"Mo," Juan called after putting the empty glass back on the nightstand. The called one cleared his throat slowly, waiting for Juan to continue speaking.

"Lo don't want to call your parents let them go home?" ask Juan. Because even though Moana's condition has been seen improving and doctors also say they only need to make sure Moana gets enough fluid intake to replace the drained liquid previously, the doctor said, Juan feels both of Moana's parents should still know. At least, so they can go home and take care of the only girl they have.

However, without waiting for long, Moana shook her head instead. There was not the slightest doubt when the woman moved her head. It was not that he did not want to make both of his parents worry. Oh, the whole universe also knows that Eclessia Moana is a spoiled child in front of her parents. However, Moana just did not want to waste the opportunity to get the attention of Juan more. He had sacrificed many things, even almost giving his own life to the angel of death to simply make Juan stay. Then he should have gotten paid well.

"Gue is okay." Moana. To support her statement, the woman developed a smile to her ears. "Nothing to worry about anymore, Ju." Its effects.

If he wanted to, Juan could have forced Moana to keep contacting her parents. Or if the woman still insists on refusing, she can still ask her mother for help to contact them. But Juan refused to do so. He just felt he didn't have the right to interfere too much.

In the end, all Juan did was nod his head, not trying to argue because to be honest he was also not energetic.

Then, a loud voice coming from Moana's stomach made the two human children who were still separated by the distance look at each other, before finally the crisp laughter escaped without any obstructions. Like they are close friends who always spend time together, go to the most hits hangouts in the middle of the city and end up bringing home a lot of shots from the camera phone with a famous brand.

"Laper?" juan asked after his laughter subsided first.

Moana nodded. There was a visible red tinge appearing on both sides of his cheeks, the result of a combination of embarrassment and heat that arose after being content to laugh loosely.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Pengin soto Banjar, Ju."

"Can. What else do you want?"

"Not to be crazy!"

Moana broke down again, "Why, anyway? It's a nice new ice beer, Ju, seger."

"Gendheng's boy."

That absurd conversation still went on for several innings. If there are strangers who happen to pass by and hear the conversation, it is not impossible that they will misunderstand, juan and Moana are lovers who fall in love with each other and are arguing about what to eat. No one would have thought that they were just two strangers. One is in love alone, the other is desperately guarding the heart for lovers of other religions.

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Zahira raised her head quickly as one lunch box and one cup of caramel machiato were placed on the table in front of her all of a sudden. The culprit turned out to be Zayyan, the young doctor who had asked him to have breakfast with her this morning he refused just to chase after Juan even though he ended up getting nothing.

"So morning you did not have breakfast, lunch you also passed far. Nih, eating now still has time." Zayyan.

"Thank you," Zahira said with a faint smile. Of the many good people he met at this hospital, Zayyan was indeed one of the most helpful to him. Not only on matters related to work, the man also often helps to manage eating problems. The age difference and the difference in their status in the hospital did not affect much, because Zayyan always treated himself like a friend.

"Today wasn't great, was it?" zayyan asked after dragging a chair and sitting next to Zahira. They were in the break room. Not only the two, there are several other doctors who are also using their rest time to fall on a simple mattress that has been provided.

"No, I'm home" Zahira said. After all, how could he linger in this hospital if he knew his lover was instead waiting for another woman in one of the nursing rooms here? Even if I could, Zahira would like to go home sooner.

"You want to go home with me?"

Bad idea. If Juan finds out, their relationship will be dying. Zahira didn't want that to happen. No matter how upset and hurt he was with Juan, Zahira still wanted to maintain their relationship in such a way. Juan also still owes an explanation to himself about the reason why the man behaved strangely since last night. And although he would not have asked the man to speak soon, Zahira still hoped that his lover would open his mouth today.

So with a faint smile that had become a natural suit, Zahira shook her head. "Thank you before, Mom. But I wanted to stop by somewhere first, so I went home by myself." He reasoned.

Zayyan was not a typical person who liked to impose his will, so the rejection that came from Zahira he received with a chest of air. Do not forget to add a smile to the woman to guarantee that she is okay, not hurt at all for the rejection.

"It's okay. You eat first,"

"Mas Zayyan has lunch?" ask Zahira while opening the lunch box.

"Udah. I'm just gonna give you one."

"Yes," then Zahira started scooping the rice. He slowly chewed those slightly hard grains of rice, he swallowed with great difficulty.

In between the chews, small chats occur. Some end up making them laugh slowly, some others end up in more serious discussions and make them occasionally throw arguments.

So engrossed. It's from someone else's point of view. But from Juan's point of view who was now standing behind the door of the dugout, the sight made his chest feel tight. His gaze then descended, lamenting the bag of lunch that he intended to give to Zahira. He desperately gathered intent. The food had also been able to stay in Moana's nursery because the intentions she wanted had not been gathered much. But once he got it, he found his girlfriend was eating food bought by another man.

"Damn." He nodded slowly. I don't know who exactly the curse he gave. It could be even for himself who lost quickly against emotions.

"Who are you looking for?"

The foreign voice interrupted. Juan turned his head quickly, finding a man his age standing with a puzzled look. From the outfit worn, the man was clearly a doctor.

"I'm in the wrong room." Juan was cold, and then he turned around. However, just one time his steps swayed, he stopped again. He looked once again at the bag in his hand, confused about to be flanked.

Then, without thinking any longer, he handed the bag over to the male doctor earlier. "Make it, I'm full." He said, then passed with a wide swinging step.

Seriate

BODO IS SO TIRED OF WANDERING THESE TWO HUMAN CHILDREN, NO MATTER WHAT!!!