Why Different?

But, He's the One

“What did you say?” Chintya put the teacup on the table, then turned to look at Juan seriously.

“Juan to bed Zahira.” Juan answered without hesitation. All day long contemplating inside the room, he finally came out when the sun had already fully set. It just so happens that the house is in a state of desolation because the other family members are leaving, leaving only himself and the mother alone.

“Neither.” While kneading his temple to relieve dizziness that suddenly whack, Chintya gave a decision. “You are different everything, Juan. Mama won't give you permission to marry that woman.”

“Zahira. His name is Zahira.” Juan. Fed up of hearing her mother just kept calling Zahira the girl.

“Whatever.” Chintya flicked her hand no matter what. “Just Mama disagree.”

Previously, Juan intended to ask for permission as well as what Reno had directed to him this morning. However, seeing his impressed mother's attitude of not appreciating Zahira at all, Juan felt there was no other way but to be stubborn.

So haughtily, then he said, “Juan just tell, not to ask for blessing. With or without Mama's blessing, Juan will still marry Zahira.”

Hearing that, Chintya had a headache. The ringing sound rang out so shrill that it felt like he wanted to hit his head using something loud for the sound to stop revolving around him.

“Do not be stubborn.” Chintya tried to warn. His teeth were tightly clenched, with all his strength restraining emotions from exploding. “There are still many better women for you to marry.”

“Neither is better than Zahira.”

“Ju!” Chintya. To the extent that, the woman in black got up from her seat, staring intently at Juan.

However, that sharp gaze meant nothing to Juan who had already rounded his resolve. In his current mind there was only the name Zahira, nothing else.

“Juan will still marry Zahira, Mama.” Juan once again. He wanted to tell his mother—and the rest of the world—that there would be no human being who could stand in the way of his intentions. “Mama's choice is only one; love's blessing."

But for Chintya, there was nothing favorable about the choice Juan gave her. As a mother, Chintya wants the best for her child. He wanted Juan to marry someone who was compatible with them, in order to avoid any difficulties in the future. While the girl that Juan was currently fighting for was clearly far from the standard he expected. It is only the son of a teacher, of different religions. So, what can she expect from the wedding?

“Mama still do not give permission.” The same Chintya was stubborn.

Juan knew asking his mother for permission was never going to be easy. That was why, he did not really intend to do so from the very beginning. The most important thing is that he tried. Her mother's business gave her permission or not, she didn't care anymore. Whatever happens, the plan to apply for Zahira will still be implemented. He had even ordered the ring, so nothing could derail his plan.

Tired of arguing, Juan decided not to mention his mother's words. He turned around, about to return to his room when his mother's voice forced him to stop.

“If you remain desperate to marry that woman, then you must be ready to lose everything. Home, car, job. Return everything because it's all you get from Mama and Papa.” Chintya thought he would be able to make Juan undo Juan's intentions with the threat.

Come on, the whole world also knows that a Juananda Saputra is used to living in the treasure. How could that child be if suddenly told to live in the dark, especially just for the sake of a woman who is not how much?

Chintya had already revealed a triumphant smile when Juan did not reply and just kept looking at her. However, the smile was instantly lost when Juan nodded steadily and passed from before him after saying “Oke.” without the slightest hesitation.

Chintya's body froze. He was completely at a loss for words and all he could do was gaze at the wide back of his son galloping away without the slightest chance of him being able to see him turn around the slightest item. In the end, Chintya's body slumped downwards. He sat helplessly on the cold patio floor, just as the rain fell mercilessly.

...

Calmly, Juan stuffed one by one clothes into a large dark blue suitcase. The clothes he carefully chose from the closet, making sure everything he put in the suitcase were just the clothes he bought using his salary during his time working at the family-owned company. Everything he bought using a credit card given his parents he left, no intention at all for him to bring along.

In addition to clothes, Juan also only brought other items that he bought with his salary. The tab Reno dropped this morning was included, so he picked it up from the nightstand and put it in his backpack.

It did not take much time for Juan to finish packing because there were only a few items that he had bought using his own money. Despite that, he was grateful that at least there were still items he could carry so he didn't really leave with just bare hands.

After packing, Juan turned to reach into the jacket pocket to take his wallet. From inside the leather wallet, he took out 3 credit cards and 2 debit cards from different private banks. The objects then he put on the nightstand, he left with the car keys and the motor keys that he had put there first.

It's settled. He was ready to leave the house he had been living in for the past few years. Although it was heavy because it meant that he had to part with Reno, but Juan kept swinging his steps. He believes this is the best. Because to imagine her life would end without Zahira, she still couldn't.

Juan grabbed his backpack, attached it to only one side of his shoulder, and his other hand grabbed the handle of the suitcase and he was ready to start his long journey.

One by one his steps swayed. There is no doubt at all. He was already very determined to start a new life without the shadow of his family.

“Ju,” even that sad-sounding call, did not shake Juan's heart at all. He only paused for a moment in the living room, removing the suitcase from his grasp to simply grab his mother's body and hug her for a bit as a farewell.

“Take care of yourself,” whispered to the mother. Instead of leaving in anger, Juan just wanted his mother to know that this was a decision he would make even if his mother never offered him a choice.

“Do not go.” But, it's too late. Supposedly, Chintya did not tell Juan to leave because the boy never considered anything—whatever it was— as a joke. Once he hears someone say A, then he will take it that way. So no matter how great the persuasion was, he would not return to unpack the contents in the suitcase that he had arranged in such a way—just like how he arranged his future.

“If Juan stays here, there will be no guarantee that Mama will bless Juan married Zahira.” Said Juan after pulling away from the embrace. There was no hatred emanating from the look in his eyes when he looked at the mother. “Even if it is not because of this, Juan already has the intention to leave. To live more independently so as not to constantly bother Mama and Papa until later Juan dies.” Reciprocity.

Chintya couldn't say anything, her tongue was a mute. Regret is no longer useful because he himself knows best how stubborn a Juananda Saputra is.

“Juan just went to live more independently, not to stop being a Mama's child. So don't be sad.” After saying that, Juan hugged his mother once more. Bonus a kiss that he put to the top of the woman's head.

“Later if Reno comes home, say Mama doesn't know if Juan left. Let's go, let him go.” Grimacing, Juan grabbed back his suitcase. “Later every weekend Juan played here, that's also if Mama canin.” Reciprocity. Then without wasting more time, Juan resumed his steps after taking the time to say “See you, Mama.” With a perfect smile.

Weight. Juan has to admit this decision was hard for him to take. But at least, he felt relieved because today he did not leave with any self-controlled emotions. He left saying farewell sentences, even giving hugs and kisses farewell to his mother.

Dan, you know what? It was all thanks to Zahira and her parents. Because if Juan had never met anyone of their highest level of patience, Juan would never have reached the stage where he could have responded to his mother's anger in such a calm manner.

If this was Juan from many years ago, before he met Zahira, Juan would have been walking with jolting steps and overflowing emotions.

So at this point, the greater Juan's conviction is to say that; indeed Zahira is the one.

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