Why Different?

How They Met's

The atmosphere created by meeting ex-lovers who are still equally in love but too confused to start over is very uncomfortable. Juan repeatedly moved restlessly in his sitting position, repeatedly allowing the views of Reno and Clarissa alternately.

From her point of view, the way Clarissa looked at Reno looked like a lion about to pounce on its prey. While Reno, no need to explain anymore. There was only a poetic look on the man's net. Ever since never changed, Reno always dropped his whole heart to the woman named Clarissa Magnova.

Juan sighed softly, glanced at the clock that was circular on his left wrist then turned to look at Zahira who was sitting opposite him, giving a code through the look of his eyes, and then turned to look at Zahira who was sitting opposite him, invite the woman to work together to escape from this uncomfortable atmosphere.

One of the advantages of Zahira is, the woman belongs to the class of people who are sensitive. So without the need for Juan to explain in words, Zahira immediately understood and immediately took action.

The woman grabbed a white goodie bag with a screen printing ornament that read As If It’s Our Last which was originally sitting on an empty chair next to her, attached it to one side of the shoulder and then rose from her seat.

The movement was captured not well by Clarissa, the woman was immediately seen squealing towards Zahira as if to say, “Lo go, lo die.”

To that end, Zahira immediately threw out the reason. Gently and accompanied by a sweet thin smile, the woman said, “Udah enter the hour of Ashar prayer, I want to go to the mushola first.”

Since the reason Zahira gave was about worship and it was his business with God, Clarissa could do nothing. The woman just sighed resignedly, knowing that soon, the lice of Juan's mouth would surely follow her up. Reason : “Musholanya far, I want anterin Zahira, fear missing.”

Clarissa already understands the habits of her ex-boyfriend's cousin. So when Juan actually got up and said something exactly like what he thought, Clarissa could only smile wryly.

“Such possessiveness, unclean.” The woman sneered, but Juan did not care. He shrugged his shoulders, then pulled Zahira's arm so that they could immediately escape the cold war between Clarissa and Reno.

“That's okay we stay alone?” Zahira whispered after their steps were close to the exit.

Juan lowered his hand which was originally holding Zahira's wrist, continued down until finally their palms met each other and he tightened the grip. “Nothing. Let them have more time to reflect and find out what they really want.”

“But I don't feel good with Clarissa, Ju. He was afraid that he would not want me to come out.”

Juan's steps stopped briefly, only to open the door of the cafe so that Zahira could pass first. It was only after they both came out that he answered. “Ngak will. The original girl also still wants to be with Reno, just don't know why she's still stubborn really don't want to reciprocate. Yeah, probably still the same heartache last time.”

“Women are complicated, yes, Ju?”

Hearing the question, Juan chuckled. “Not all, really. The proof, you are not.” Accompanied by a sweet smile of honey that almost makes Zahira immediately stricken with diabetes.

One other thing Juan liked about Zahira was that she blushed easily. Her smooth and ordinary cheeks were only daubed with thin powder that would meet red in the near future, just because of the sweet words that came out of her lips. Juan likes. She was infatuated with the red hue she could only meet from the cheeks of a Zahira Casanova.

Zahira made no comment. His hand that was still in Juan's grasp began to get a little wet with sweat, a sign of wrong behavior this time was quite troublesome. It has been almost 5 years, wonder also why he is still not used to receiving sweet sentences like that from Juan. Even if the one who said it was someone else, he would only let the arrangement of words pass through his ear just like that, enter the right ear and then exit the left ear.

“I wait here, yes.” Juan released a hand link when they arrived in front of a mosque located at the very end of the row near the car park. Inside, there are already some visitors who are preparing to perform the Ashar prayer service. While on the outside, there are several more new ones preparing to take ablution.

Zahira nodded. Then he walked towards the mushola, took off his footwear and then galloped towards the ablution place.

Already memorized that Zahira prayer will take a long time, Juan finally decided to sit in the front of the mosque. He looked down at the calm expanse of lake water, but no one knew what was down there. Like him, who looks calm and enjoy just living this different religious relationship, but every day, his head feels about to break.

Long silent, Juan finally entered into a daydream. His memories are thrown into the past, to the moment where he first met Zahira in Neosantara.

That morning Juan came in a hurry, half running through the corridor to go to class because the bastard Reno left him, not waking him up so he was confused to find a way to not be late to come to campus.

Even more damn, when he was in a hurry, Juan even collided with someone. He was already on the verge of pecking, almost cursing at someone he hit because the scene had hindered his steps.

However, the intention was completely clouded when he found a woman lying in front of him, sitting helplessly with several books scattering around him.

Juan was increasingly helpless as the woman looked up and their gazes met for the first time. Strangely, he felt his breath choking, his heart as if it had stopped beating for a while and his tongue felt faint in an instant.

“Sorry.” The woman in a grey hood said quietly while taking her books that were scattered.

As a man, Juan Seharunsya showed a little bit of his gentle side to help the woman clean up her books. But because he was still busy trying to normalize the condition of his body, Juan ended up just dumbfounded to see the woman clean up everything that was messy until then standing in front of him.

“Sorry, yes, I'm in a hurry.” The apology came back and all Juan could do was nod his head like a fool. He could not even say anything until the woman left after apologizing once more.

That morning, for the first time, the bastard Juananda was attracted to a woman. Another feeling of interest, unlike when he only wanted a one night stand like the one.

In love? Just think of it that way. Because at that time, he still did not dare to give a name to his feelings. What is clear is that the longer the feeling grows and Juan knows he has to start taking steps closer.

Of course, the steps he took were not that easy to realize. The reputation of himself and his friend Pain Killer who is famous as a bad boy makes him often feel inferior, especially when he knows what kind of female figure he wants to approach.

For months, he only dared to admire Zahira from a distance, praying good things for her.

Until one day, the disaster that befell his friendship with Pain Killer so that he had to separate with Fabian and Baskara made him realize that everything is possible. So instead of regretting that Zahira suddenly could no longer see within her sight, Juan ventured to take a big step. A big step that has now made him to be on the woman's side, as someone who is loved and also loved.

Juan knew his fight was not over. There were still a lot of things he had to go through to fight for their relationship. But it's okay, as long as Zahira still loves her, she will keep trying.

Somehow at last. Whether he ended up with Zahira, or if he just had to give up his first love ended up in collateral with someone else and he came as an invited guest.

Destiny is the secret of God, so let Juan walk according to his heart, until the time will God show what destiny He has prepared.

Seriate