Why Different?
He Didn't Go Without Bringing Anything
The first day became unemployed, not much did Juan do. Since morning, he has stayed on the couch, gentleness while chewing on the pizza he bought from the delivery service. Every now and then he would check his phone, just to see if there were any incoming messages from his beloved Zahira Casanova—because if the message came from someone else, Juan would not care.
Well, actually, if you want to say fully become unemployed anyway no, yes. Because even though he no longer works as an employee at his family-owned company, Juan still has income coming from some shares he bought from several large companies. They had already contributed a hefty passive income to Juan even though he was just a foot barge at home.
In addition to buying shares, Juan has also been secretly running a cafe for the past 2 years. And although he did not jump directly to take care of his operations, but Juan year controls everything that happens, how the sales process takes place, how the sales process takes place, and he also occasionally asks his confidants to change some things to bring in more customers.
Unexpected? Same. Juan himself did not think he could have thoughts so far to prepare for his future. Even if you think about it, want him to just fall in the house, the property owned by his family still can still support them all for years to come.
“Anjay, I'm cool.” Praise yourself when you check your bank account via your mobile phone. There, there are 3 sets of twins followed by 6 pieces of 0 behind. “Think again one billion.” The connection, ended with a satisfied laugh that tends to sound sharp to some people.
It wasn't the only bank account Juan had. He had two other accounts that were used specifically for everyday transactions. The account that was just pure as savings.
“Kok can, yes, I am this rich?” mumbling again. Presumably, starting not to believe that a human like himself who looks in the eyes of others is wasting his youth can actually prepare a savings fund of that size at the age of three heads.
“Bar, lah. His parents are rich.” There will surely be humans who interject like that later. But, come on, not all children born in rich families can collect that much money from the results of work and— play the brain.
So, let us momentarily appreciate Juan's efforts to at least gradually escape from dependence on all the help that his parents offer.
By late afternoon, around 3 o'clock when the sun began to move slowly to the west side, Juan began to feel bored. The phone he was looking at from earlier he kept back, then he got up from his collapsed position which had not changed much since morning. Juan sat on the couch, daydreaming for a long time.
Of course, Juan was well aware that this was all just the beginning. Her exit from home and company was just a small step she had to take to arrive at her ultimate goal; Zahira.
After this, he had to start thinking again about the next steps to take. He had to devise a plan, make sure which one he had to first start between; ask Abi Hamzah for permission to start studying Islam or find a way to get Zahira closer to Mama slowly.
What Reno told him yesterday before he ran away he didn't just refuse me outright. I also know that getting married is about bringing two different families together from different aspects. He also did not want Zahira later not considered a ghost. Euw, it can't be like that.
Hence, while leaving his family aside, Juan also thought about how to get Mama to interact more with Zahira. She wanted Mama to know the reason why it should be Zahira that she chose.
“Ah, mending shower first, lah.” The final is then when none of it can be decided. Who knows, after a bath later, his mind could be a little more open. Well, TMI alone, she hasn't had a bath since morning. Why would he take a shower if he didn't have to go anywhere?
With his steps swaying regularly, Juan walked into the bathroom on the second floor, turned on the shower and immediately flushed his body after making sure all of his clothes were dated.
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The sky had darkened as Zahira walked hand in hand with Zayyan towards the hospital exit. Tomorrow was a day off for him, so he deliberately stayed longer in the hospital to help his other colleagues work.
“Not picked up?” zayyan asked as they reached the border where they usually split.
Zahira smiled faintly while shaking her head. “I go home by myself.”
“Then, would you like me to drop off?” Zayyan. Looking around, the sky looked gloomy. Fear of rain will fall in the near future and Zahira will have difficulty if you have to go home using public transportation.
However, Zahira had not yet answered, another voice interrupted first. Both of them turned their heads in the same direction, to find someone who contributed to speaking without being asked.
“Zahira home with me.” The person repeated, with more emphasis followed by a cynical look towards Zayyan who was being a herd.
“Ren?” Zahira interrupted, quite surprised to see the unexpected arrival of Reno. “Ngapain is here?”
“Fetch lo.” Sahut Reno's. And it was said with a gaze that was still fixed straight on Zayyan's figure who was several centimeters taller.
“Why?” ask Zahira again. Because Reno is not usually like this.
Before replying, Reno turned to look towards Zahira. His fierce rage instantly changed when his manic collided with Zahira's. As Juan said, Zahira's eyes were heaven and anyone who looked at him would surely fall asleep. Today, Reno admitted it. Because he was silent for a few seconds before answering, “There are those who want me to say the same lo.” With a completely different tone of voice.
“Soal?”
As if understanding, Zahira immediately turned to look at Zayyan, then gave a small nod as an omen. “I go home with Reno, Mas. She's Juan.”'s cousin He said, just giving information so that Zayyan did not misunderstand.
Hearing that the fat-haired man with the tiny posture was someone Zahira knew and she did not mind going home together, Zayyan nodded her head.
“Then it is, I first.” Zayyan resigned. Which of course, only Zahira was willing to respond to the saying because Reno still seems to be antipathy.
After Zayyan left, Reno suddenly pulled Zahira's arm, leading the woman to rush to the place where her car was parked. If it was in front of Juan, Reno would not dare like this. Boro-boro gnawed at Zahira's arm, nudging her arm a little, she must have ended up being hostile to her cousin.
“I can walk alone, Ren.” Zahira protested, but it was too late because they had already arrived next to the car.
“Let's fast.” Sahut Reno, then he opened the door and asked Zahira to enter immediately.
Zahira did not protest much. According to him, he got into the car, put a seatbelt on his body and waited until Reno was behind the wheel.
The first few minutes, Reno did not make a sound. What he said was that he wanted to talk about Juan, in fact, was just focusing on driving and creating silence that spread everywhere. Zahira himself will not be the initiative to open talks, because he is not typical like that.
It was only when their car stopped at their lights that Reno turned a little towards Zahira, silent for a while while sorting out which vocabulary he would use to talk to the beautiful cousin's adoration.
“Za,” end-to-end, she started her speech with a slow call.
The called one cleared his throat, then turned his head until their gazes met again.
“Juan run away from home, you already know?” the question was carefully while observing the change in expression on Zahira's face.
Zahira nodded, “Know. She called me this morning to tell me she's not staying in your house anymore.”
“Keep, he has to tell you where he lives now?”
Unfortunately, for that question, Zahira shook her head slowly. “She just said that the house she lives in is now comfortable. Udah, until then, he did not have any more info.”
Deadlocked. Inner Reno. Because if to Zahira only Juan did not want to tell, it means that the man did intend to hide his existence from everyone.
The traffic lights turned green. Inevitably, Reno returned to drive the car and broke his focus on driving.
“Later I try to persuade him to make it back, yes, Ren.” Zahira said in the midst of the silence that hit again since their car drove again.
Reno exhaled slowly, then shook her head. “No need, will not work either. Lo know for yourself how stubborn he is.”
“But, kan—“
“Help me if he's okay, Za. In the meantime, that's enough. The cave won't stop to find out where that moron went." Cut Reno.
For a long time, Zahira fell silent again. Although Juan had told him not to feel guilty, but Zahira could not get rid of the feeling from his heart just like that. He knew Juan's departure was also certain because the man wanted to maintain their relationship, which had never been accepted by his mother.
“Gue was only worried because he left too suddenly, Za. But, I believe, he will not be as careless as it is to make a decision without any preparation.” After a long time, Reno spoke again.
Again, Zahira did not. He is instead preoccupied with his own thoughts, guessing how hard Juan struggles for their relationship that has yet to seem neutral will end where.
On the rest of the way home, Zahira decides to stay quiet. He waded through the entire area inside his own head, raising hopes that it led to more confusing uncertainty.
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