Why Different?

The Unseparated

Moana grumbled with an annoyed look towards the screen of her innocent phone. He repeatedly sent Juan a message, but none of the many messages he sent were answered by the man. The phone was not picked up at all. And yesterday, before returning home, Juan himself said that he could call the man when he needed something. But what is this? Juan was not there for him.

“Articles!” Moana. His phone threw him on the nightstand, then he lay back down and stared intently at the empty ceiling of his hospital room.

“Gue has to die like how else, anyway, let Juan stand by on my side? I almost died yesterday too!” his gerrick. His feet kicked the air, so anarchic. It doesn't look like someone who is sick.

Mereog satisfied, Moana got up again. He saw an infusion needle stuck in the back of his left hand. Bad ideas come to mind. Reawakening a horrifying smile rose framing his pale face. What if he forcibly removed the needle, causing blood to leak from his hand and the hospital had no choice but to contact Juan to get him here?

However, before the cunning plan was implemented, the door to the nursery was already open. Make him stop pulling out the needle that he had managed to hold.

At that instant, Moana's smile rose bright once upon a time to find Juan emerging from behind the door with a calm carry. The man looked a thousand times more handsome in a white shirt with his arms rolled up to his elbows and his top two buttons open. His jet mane was neatly laid out, his face seemed radiant.

“Gue bawain chicken porridge.” Said the man while raising the pouch in his hand. His smile also expanded, making his narrowed eyes seem to disappear.

Moana was very happy. His frustration at being ignored instantly dissipated and he welcomed Juan's arrival with joy.

“Gue thought you will not come, because chat I did not reply and you also did not pick up my phone at all.” Moana said as she nodded.

Juan pulled out a chair, then sat down after putting the parcel he had brought onto the nightstand. “Gue does not cheat hape. Anyway, I promised to come, right, yesterday.” Said the man.

Hearing that, the worse the Moana. He thought Juan was starting to care about him a lot. Not knowing only him, that behind the door of the nursery, there was Zahira waiting for her lover to immediately return into his arms.

“Where are you? Okay then?” juan asked as he watched Moana from head to toe.

If earlier Moana could freely move her body even to the point of kicking the air so anarchically, in front of Juan, the woman was acting weak. The look on his face was made to squeeze, one hand held his head up.

“Still limp, Ju. Still like to feel dizzy too.” His complaint.

However, instead of feeling pity, Juan was just a beard. Indifferent to the complaints Moana had conveyed to him.

Then Juan grabbed the chicken porridge he was carrying, opened the wrapper and thrust the food that was still puffing the smoke towards Moana. “Nih, eat first, let later can take medicine.” Tell the man.

Moana accepted it, but still with pouting lips because her efficacious attitude was not properly responded to by Juan.

“Galih said, the kids want to come by in the afternoon. It's okay, right?” ask Juan.

Moana who was just about to feed the chicken porridge immediately stopped. For quite a while he was silent, before finally exhaling a long breath. To be honest, he is lazy to meet with his office friends now, especially the culprit Luke. He still remembered the words of the man who told him to give up chasing Juan. Hmh! Just yummy. Who does he think can tell at will?

“Mo?” Juan shook Moana's arm slowly when he found the woman looked dreamy.

Moana turned, then let out a long sigh. “Yes, yes, it's up to you.” Pause. It was also impossible for him to deny the presence of his co-workers and say honestly that he wanted only Juan to come visit. His attempts to approach Juan would slowly fail.

“Yes already, you finish the porridge, I want to unplug.” The sudden fall of Juan caused Moana to turn.

“Hurry too? Office entry hours are still long.” Moana Protest.

“Gue has been waiting for my girl. Want to date first before he works.”

Oh, goddamn. So this is the reason Juan smiled so brightly from earlier? Moana hums in the heart. Again, reality broke his heart for the umpteenth time. He thought, Juan's bright smile was presented to him. Apparently, still, it was Zahira who was the winner.

It felt like Moana was screaming, rampaging, ravaging everything that was here to channel the heartache. But close, because he has to keep the image. Finally, all he could say was ‘Yes udah’. And he just resignedly saw Juan rise up, stepped wide out of his stuffy nursery and the smell of medicine.

“GUE HOW TO KAYAK AGAIN, DOG?!” And supposedly, Moana began to consider quitting. Because out there, Juan and Zahira are walking hand in hand. Even after the terrible storm that made them sob, they still got back together.

So, what can Moana expect from a man who has already made another woman as the purpose of her life?

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In the still deserted corridor of the hospital, Zayyan stopped her steps. Nine meters in front of him, Zahira walked towards him with a man. Their hands joined together, their lips both smiling brightly.

Zayyan knew the man was Zahira's lover. Although never heard directly the woman introduced the man as her lover, Zayyan had often heard stories about the handsome and muscular man from Zahira's fellow comrades. Many of the things he heard were bad things. Like that the man was a play boy during college, hobbies hanging out at nightclubs and drunkenness, and much more. Where these things are far away from the calm and unreko-neko character of Zahira.

However, as a human being who does not escape error, Zayyan does not want to judge. As long as he didn't see with his own eyes that the man was hurting Zahira, he would just pretend not to hear anything. Is not true love the care? Isn't it enough that he's making sure Zahira stays safe, whether with anyone the woman wants to spend the rest of her life?

“Morning, Mas Zayyan.”

Zayyan returned the greeting with a smile. “Again, Za.”

“August, Bro!” and for the greeting that came from Zahira's lover, Zayyan also replied in a commensurate manner.

“Morning,” still with a sincere smile that is not made-up.

“Mas Zayyan has breakfast? I just happened to go to the cafeteria for breakfast. Want to join?” Zahira.

To be honest, Zayyan had not had time for breakfast. He came to the hospital in a hurry because his doctor colleagues called, asking for help dealing with patients. And now, he's starving. However, can he interfere with the breakfast of these lovers?

“Bby.” Like knowing what he was thinking, Zahira's lover knew to interrupt so. Zayyan was obviously shocked, and he made no attempt at hiding his shock at all.

“Bby, Mas. Come.” Zahira chimed in.

Finally, Zayyan asserted the invitation after convincing himself that it was not just a small talk. The three of them walked towards the cafeteria, still with Zahira and her lover holding hands and Zayyan standing beside them like a mosquito whose existence did not mean much.

Arriving at the hospital canteen, the situation is still quite quiet. Understand, it's morning. Not many medics have come and most of the families of inpatients who wait for their family members prefer to buy food from outside the hospital because they are bored with the menu.

“We are sitting here, yes.” Zahira— lover said Zayyan just found out his name is Juan.

“Bby.” Zahira. Then without waiting for long, the woman sat in the chair that had been pulled by her lover first.

Then, the man moved deftly to take care of the order. Not only Zahira's, but Zayyan's. From there, Zayyan finally understood why Zahira could fall in love with her lover even though almost everyone around said bad things about the man.

How Juan treated Zahira so gently, making sure the woman did not have any trouble with her food, as well as things as trivial as wiping the food trail that littered the corner of the woman's lips. Juan treated Zahira like a queen, and Zayyan felt grateful for it. Because at least, she knew Zahira had chosen a man who loved her so much.

That morning, despite having to be a mosquito repellent for Zahira and her lover, Zayyan didn't mind. He gladly bears witness to how much Zahira's smile was, as well as how sincere the gaze Juan gave the woman.

And in that good mood, Zayyan repeated his prayer again. The same prayer, which he always offered to God for the woman he loved secretly—Zahira. Prayers that sound; “Yes Lord, with whomever he ends, please make sure he ends up with the best man. Who loved her. Who are willing to take care of it with all their heart. Who was able to provide a guarantee of security for him until he died. Because, if I am not worthy enough to be that someone, then he still has to get the best.”

Sincere prayer, coming from such a heart without expecting his love to be reciprocated. And hopefully, the good prayers turned around to bring happiness to Zayyan who had freely accepted the situation.

Seriate