Why Different?

A Simple Home, For Us

A modern minimalist style house with two floors became Juan's goal to stop tonight. The house was painted dark brown and most of the ornaments were filled with glass that was a house that he had prepared for a long time. Of course, he bought it with the salary money he received while working at his family-owned company. Supposedly, this also counted as an asset that he bought with his own efforts, right?

Even though it seems not to care much about life and the future, Juan is a typical person who likes to prepare everything very maturely. When love was first received by Zahira, and he finally thought of marrying her one day, Juan already had plans to prepare a future dwelling for them. Because when he was married, Juan did not want to bring Zahira to live in the Big House along with other family members.

“You want me to help bring the suitcase inside, Mas?” bargain taxi driver who had been faithful to hold an umbrella for Juan. The rain is still falling quite hard. The wind that blows quite strong also even makes some of the jerseys that Juan wears wet especially on the shoulder.

“No need, sir, thank you. Up here aja.” Juan rejected the offer subtly. Not to forget he gave a piece of money fractions of a hundred thousand as a tip for the alertness of the father of the taxi driver who was willing to protect himself while he took the suitcase out of the trunk.

The tip money was gladly received, followed by the echo of gratitude as well as a thread of sincere prayer that was set for Juan. It was not far from the plea for Juan's sustenance to be launched, so that he was given health and all his affairs were facilitated. And though he smiled without saying anything about the prayer spoken so loudly by the taxi driver, Juan quietly agreed.

“One more time, thank you very much yes, Mas.” The driver shook Juan's hand many times.

Juan smiled softly. Recollecting Zahira's words about “Helping others means we are helping ourselves.” Juan didn't understand much. But as time went on, he began to understand that by doing good to others, he was doing good to himself. His heart that was relieved after seeing the bright smile of the taxi driver is a clear proof of these words. Because before, although not much, his heart was quite carrying a hefty burden.

“Be careful driving, sir, slippery streets.” Juan's message last time was responded with a feisty nod of the head by the taxi driver.

Then, the man in his late 50s resigned, still occasionally giving thanks until Juan no longer saw his figure that disappeared with the taxi he was driving through the darkness of the night.

Juan then walked into the gate of his house. The black umbrella that shaded the body of the bongsor was no longer much help when the wind tofu blew more powerfully when his feet treaded on the yard that was not how wide but full of grass and green trees nan leafy.

Already wet, Juan did not try to hide himself more in the shade of an umbrella. He left the drops of rain on his shoulder. Until then he arrived at the terrace and the task of the black umbrella was completed.

“Welcome home, Juananda.” He gave a friendly welcome to himself. A welcome he had long imagined inside his head. Only, yesterday-yesterday, he hoped Zahira would welcome him with such a sentence later. But, that's okay, because soon, all of that will definitely happen.

Although not yet officially occupied, but the house belongs to Juan is far from the word dusty or abandoned. Because without anyone's knowledge, he often covered here for just a few after returning home from work.

Since the night was not too late and he was not sleepy, Juan decided to go around for a while. The first floor of the house consists of a living room, dining room incorporated with a kitchen, one bathroom, laundry and clothesline. While on the second floor there are 2 bedrooms, one family room, one bathroom, and a balcony with a view overlooking a large expanse of land opposite which there is an artificial lake. At night, some lights installed around the lake will light up in unison, displaying beautiful colors that are soothing.

Juan stopped on the balcony. The swiftness of the rainwater pouring onto the balcony floor did not bother him in the least, he happily let the water dots come into contact with his bare feet.

Then in the midst of peace Juan's feelings, a loud ring coming from the phone he left on the mattress made him inevitably rush in to check. It was nothing, he had already promised his beloved Zahira to no longer avoid anyone when her heart was restless. Promise is debt, so rich is Zahira. Juan will not deny it.

Reno's name appears on the screen. And even though Juan hadn't shifted the green logs to connect the phone, he could already hear Reno's thunder clearly. In fact, the fierce face of the little man was plastered so real in front of his eyes.

Weighted, Juan did not seem to want to pick up the phone. Because approximately two already knew what he would get from his small ten.

“Ah, I'll call you back tomorrow morning. Kan, can be the reason if you've slept.” His monologue. Only heard by the dust flying in the wind.

Justright. The call was not received until the ring stopped on its own and the phone screen went out. Supposedly, it was all over and he could breathe a sigh of relief. But the thing is, he forgot that Reno can sometimes turn out to be a crazy psychopath. Instead of giving up, the man called back. And Juan knew this ring would never stop unless his phone ran out of power.

So with a heavy heart, armed with a deep breath, Juan finally shifted the green log after Reno called for the ninth time.

“Ha—“

“Articles!” well, nothing yet, he's been scolded. “Gue tells you to ask for your blessing to Mama, not even run away from home!”

“Udah what?! It's Mama crying, yeah, Juan! Lo don't be a bad boy!”

Hearing his mother cry, Juan's heart was slightly pinched. But then, he told himself that it was okay. After all, even if it wasn't now, he would still be out of the house in the near future.

“Gue earlier already talked to Mama, but that's it, Mama does not want to give permission.”

“Terus lo even run away?! Synthesize!”

“Gue not blurred, Ren—“

“What did not escape?! You're not going to take anything, Juananda! That's what it's called if it's not a run?!”

Calm. The key to facing Reno Irvansyah is calmness. Because if it ignites a little emotion, a great war will occur instead.

So before continuing to speak, Juan took a deep breath. “Gini,” he said start. Because the situation was serious, he straightened his body so that his brain could work better. “Gue didn't run away, Reno. That's the first one. You have to know that I already had a plan. So even though tonight is not the time, I will still be out of the house.”

“Plan what? You never told me anything?!” Reno across was still so insistent. It's a shame they're separated. Otherwise, Juan would have used his muscles to curl the man's neck to stay still for a while, waiting until he finished speaking.

“Plan for my future. I don't tell anyone, even to Zahira because I want this plan to run smoothly. The point is I've thought of this for a long time, so even if it wasn't for Zahira, I would still be out of the house like I said before.”

“Keep you live where, dog?! Kolong bridge?! It's a problem you don't bring anything, Juan!”

“Who did I say I didn't bring anything? I bring something that is even more important than everything.”

“What?!”

“Love.” Juan's chirp ended a long ruckus.

“Backed! This is no time to joke! Lo where is it? Shareloc now!”

Juan stopped chuckling. The lines of smile that appeared slowly returned straight, then he returned in serious fashion. Again, he took a breath so deep. “Gue is safe, somewhere. So you don't have to worry.” That's what he said, even though the edges he received were just rough grunts peppered with various swear words.

Across the phone, Reno was still cursing at will. Juan had no desire to make his cousin stop. Let it. He will listen to the curse with wide open ears and a big heart because it could be things like this he will miss a lot. Later, when he manages to propose to Zahira, he may have to leave more memories behind.

“Lo kayak dog!”

“Yes, yes, I love you too, My dear.” Legally. Then because of that, the phone was turned off. And after checking, Juan finds his number already blocked by Reno. Hah.how childish is that man.

“Which kayak gini want to fight dapetin Clarissa again? Weleh weleh, heavy once.” His ejek. But a second later, he began to chant the prayer in his heart. Hopefully, just as he dared to take steps to become closer to Zahira, Reno will soon find a way back to Clarissa.

Seriate