Why Different?

But, Everything Is Not Over

Instead of answering ‘iya’ or ‘not’ for the second chance Juan requested, Zahira instead pulled her hand from the man's grasp. Leaving behind the disappointment that was clearly implied from Juan's face that changed instantly.

However, the next thing Zahira did was able to make Juan's tears flow back like rain that fell off after a long drought. Carefully, as if Juan was a fragile object that could be shattered at any moment, Zahira pulled the man's body into his arms. Her small, delicate palms patted Juan's broad back, as her lips continued to utter words of comfort that further sent Juan's tears into freefall.

“You’re enough. I wouldn't have gone this far with all the differences that exist between us if it wasn't you, Ju.” Zahira said as she rubbed the long strands of Juan's hair that had reached the neck. Later, he had to accompany his lover to the salon to trim his hair. Later, after their situation improved, he had to provide more time and devote more affection so that this lover no longer needed to feel small.

“You know? There are a few occasions where I also know the same thing. I also sometimes feel small when compared to Moana who is beautiful, smart and from the family is— who is the most unequal to your family. But because I believe that I am enough for you, then all that little feeling I get rid of far.” With no intention of leaving Juan in the void, Zahira withdrew slowly. Just to create a little distance so that their eyes could look at each other.

“You're enough, Juananda. Want people to say you're a bastard though, if you can be good to me, then their judgment is not at all important. Mas Adnan, Mas Zayyan, or whoever it is. They will not be able to take your position, because they are not you.” This time, Zahira instead grabbed Juan's hand, rubbing the back of the man's hand slowly to channel the confidence. “I survive because the person is you. So, please don't feel small anymore, yeah, Ju. You know it hurts me so much.”

Juan was still unable to say anything, still busy crying like a boy who had just lost his favorite toy. His big muscles, the image of a tough guy he's built since college, and other things that people think are Juan's true identity, are instantly gone. In front of Zahira, Juan is like a boy who only wants his existence to be considered. Who wants to be loved, who wants to be appreciated.

“Sorry if I'm not enough to tell you how much I love you, Ju. Sorry because as long as we're together, you're more of a trying person and I'm more of a silent wait. I never forbid you to be close to anyone, never show that I am jealous, it is not because I am not dear. But it's my way of lovingly looking to you that I believe in you. That I believe, no matter how far you go, as well as whoever you are friends with, you will still go back to me because you know that I am your home.”

Zahira took a long enough pause to take a deep breath. Then, after pulling one of Juan's hands and anchoring the kiss on the back of the man's hand, he continued. “But if it makes you feel like you are not loved, then from now on, I will try to be more honest with my own feelings. I'll try to show you that I'm jealous again. I'll try to be more chatty with you. I'm ak—“

Zahira's words were not finished as they should have been, knowing Juan again grabbed her body, hugged her tighter.

“I'm sorry for being too childish, Za. Sorry.” Juan smirking.

In Juan's arms, Zahira nodded. “Sorry to me too for not being able to fully understand you, whereas you always try to understand me.”

The gray clouds that moved away that night were witnesses. That once again, no matter how great they are at odds, there will always be a way back together. Just by talking. Just by expressing what's inside your head in all honesty. But more important than that, they will still be walking towards each other again because their final destination is still the same. Because they still want to be together. Because at least, they still want to strive to fight for their love.

...🍁🍁🍁...

“Until home, instantly start hapenya. Don't you ever die like that again.” Zahira's message was to deliver Juan to the front gate of his house.

Juan nodded obediently. Her eyes narrowed as the edges of her lips were drawn to form a smile.

“If later you are in the phase do not want to be disturbed by anyone, including me, you can not reply to my message like already. But, sure you tell me first, yes, let me not worry.”

Again, Juan nodded.

Seeing Juan's response, which was only a beard, Zahira sighed softly. “Don't just beards, Juananda.” His protest.

“Iya, Darling.... Ja. I promise.” Juan said as he pulled out his little finger.

Zahira shook his head slowly, but unabashedly welcomed the little finger to formalize their agreement.

“Yes, I'm home, yeah. Tomorrow morning I pick you up, we're in the hospital with.” Juan said after releasing their hand link.

“You all look at Moana?” zahira asked, right on target, making Juan crybaby misbehaved.

“Bby, right?” tanyakanya.

“Ya can, lah. Which should not be it, if you suddenly look at him but while carrying a proposal ring.” Gurau Zahira, ending the light pangs to melt the atmosphere.

“Yes not overshadowed either!” Zahira.

Juan returned to the. “Horor, Za.” His complaint.

Zahira again just shook his head inexhaustibly.

The interaction they showed seemed appealing to the online taxi driver who had been waiting for Juan since. The thick-bodied man with a cross-sectional mustache smiled, staring in amazement at the pair of young people in the romance. Maybe in his head now, is being reflected back how the journey of his love when young first.

“Udah, there go home, pity sir driver has been waiting from earlier.” When he found out he was called, the taxi driver pretended to be busy himself. Wrong behavior, afraid of being mistaken for eavesdropping on—, even though he had eavesdropped since earlier.

“Cium first.” Tempta Juan pointed at his cheek. However, what he got instead was a loud thump in the arm.

“Not to be weird! Hunt there, go home!” Zahira pushed Juan's back away. Keep pushing it all the way to the taxi door.

“Pak, please deliver home safely, yes.” Zahira said to the taxi driver who was still smiling.

“Ready, Mbak.” The taxi driver responded. “Come, Mas, up.”

“I'm home.” Flirt again. And before one more thump landed on the other side of his body, Juan hurriedly got into the taxi and closed the door.

However, before the taxi drove, Juan lowered the car glass, to wave to his beloved lover who was still faithfully waiting.

“Bye!” he said while waving his hands.

Zahira smiled faintly, then returned Juan's hand with no less enthusiasm.

Then, a taxi drove by, leaving the Zahira residential area and countless tear spills just how much was drained tonight alone.

“His girlfriend, yes, Mas?” the taxi driver asked as they walked out of the housing gate.

Juan looked forward, having previously thrown a glance out the window, then smiled. “Iya. Beautiful, yes, Sir?”

“Cantics, Mas. Looks good too.”

For that matter, Juan did not need to think long to nod his ass. “Idola campus Sir, first.”

“Wah, if so, the game is proposed, Mas. Like the mbaknya it is usually a lot of fancies, loh. Than first, right?”

And for that one, Juan could only smile knots. I want it to be so too. He wanted to propose to Zahira and make her his whole possession. But. ah, that's it. There is no point in questioning the same thing hundreds of times. Because the answer is still the same; either separate, or one of them relents.

“Doain aja, Sir. I'm again ready everything.” In the end, that was all Juan could say. Then on the deserted night streets, he again anchored the view with a mind that floated.

Seriate