Why Different?

Kidnapped

One week later, Juan begins to adapt to the changes that occur in his life. Starting from a residence that is not as big as the previous house and there is only him alone in it, going everywhere by public transportation or online taxis, or online, go visit his cafe to witness firsthand the sales process, to take time in the evening to listen to the lecture material delivered by religious leaders recommendation Abi Hamzah.

It may seem like a week is a short time to get to something big, but Juan believes there is not a single step that is not worth appreciating. He believed there was no wasted effort.

“Later afternoon?” tanyanya, to Zahira by phone.

At the moment, he is at the cafe, checking the stock of materials in the refrigerator and storage cabinet. Normally, he had already entrusted everything to Albert, his confidant. But since he now had a lot of free time, he would start paying attention to one of these sources of money a little more.

“Iya. I want you to stop by the newly opened soto stall, which is near the intersection, Ju.”

First of all, Juan raised his eyebrows. Somewhat surprised because Zahira is not usually so excited to taste something. But then, he smiled while nodding his head despite knowing Zahira would not be able to see him. “Yes, I'll pick you up. But while taking a taxi first, yes, because I have no time to make it to the dealer buy a new car.” Said assented. It wasn't hard to get him to agree with Zahira. Like the word, if the woman asked to be plucked stars in the sky, Juan would certainly agree even after that will be confused how to realize it.

“Yey! Thanks, Juju!”

Zahira made Juan's smile wider. It's just a matter of asking to be picked up and invited to eat chicken soto, not the other big things. Imagine later when they were married, and Zahira was pregnant with their baby. When the cravings hit and the woman began to want something rather unreasonable, but Juan managed to fulfill it, how happy he would be.

Ah... Imagining it is most pleasing to viewers. Especially for beginner unemployed like Juan who needs a lot of distraction to stay sane.

“Sama-sama, Darling.” Juan said so gently.

“Yes, I continued my work first, yes. At lunchtime, I'll call you again. Bye, Juju. I love you.”

“I live you—“ too. Juan continued in his heart as the phone had been shut down. But it's okay. Indeed, Zahira rarely wants to say I love you first, so the woman may be embarrassed so immediately hang up the phone before hearing his reply.

“Well, if gini right, can be more passion for work.” Said Juan while staring at the screen of his phone that went out.

The spirit has come many times more. Juan began his work more sincerely, while occasionally humming love songs that made it to the ears of Albert who had just returned from the front.

“Happy looks great, Bro?” albert asked, smiling. The man in an orange T-shirt with the words "Hotter than your ex, better than your next" then walked up to Juan, seizing the stock of food.

“My Baby said she loves me.” Adu Juan's.

Hearing that, Albert chuckled softly as he continued the rest of the work he had taken from Juan's hands.

“It’s rare, Al. He almost never talks to me.” Keep Juan.

“Yeah, good for you.” After checking the last list, Albert closed the book and placed it on the refrigerator. “But, you need to know that talking like that in front of singles is the most cursed form of ria with God.” He folded his hands to the front of his chest.

“Gue did not deliberately show off to lo, yes, Albertus Soegijapranata. Lo the first to me, I just answer honestly.”

Seeing Juan's pouting face, Albert laughed again. His big hand then patted Juan on the shoulder. “I know, I know. I'm really happy that your relationship is the same that pretty girl goes well.”

“Zahira.” Juan. “Gue repeatedly tell you that his name is Zahira. Zahira Casanova.”

“But pretty girl suits her better.” Temptation Albert while raising his eyebrows. The man who is currently changing the color of his hair that has long reached the neck to a white blonde color is indeed fond of tempting Juan. Because according to him, Juan actually looks funny when sulking. His cute expression contrasted sharply with his muscular stout body like Hercules.

“Lo has a crush, same Zahira? Come, ngaku.” Accuse Juan suddenly.

Instead of being offended and saying no, Albert nodded his head. It was intentional to provoke a commotion.

And, yeah, it worked. That morning they were in the kitchen. No matter if some employees start to arrive and get ready to work. Juan relied on muscles, while Albert relied more on dexterity to avoid Juan's attacks.

“Sini lo! What the fuck you have a crush on my girl!”

“Backed!”

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Joyful, it was like a Kindergarten boy who was about to go on an excursion when Juan swung his steps down from the taxi. While carrying a cellphone and a bottle of mineral water and attaching a hoodie to his shoulder, he approached Zahira who was waiting at the door.

The day was still so bright, because the clock had just shown three o'clock and the sky above them happened to be bright. The Surya was presumably still lazing to move little by little to the side of the contest so that he still reigned high enough in his place.

“Zaza!” he was cheerful, waving his hands.

The one called back waved with a perfectly-superior smile, making Juan even more eager to cut the remaining distance.

However, just as he was about to run over, someone suddenly just forcibly pulled his arm, making his huge body by backwards and almost fall thumping on the hard asphalt.

Juan did not have time to wriggle, let alone escape because suddenly, someone else put a head covering so blocked his view.

Afterwards, Juan felt there was him the same sturdy hand dragging his body inside. He could only feel that his butt then fell onto the padded seat and not long after, the door was violently closed until it made a loud thumping sound. On the right and left sides of his body, there were two people still holding his arm, anticipating that he would not move much or even try to escape.

“Woy! That bastard! Leasin!” from inside the head covering, Juan shouted as he could. His breathing started to hard because the oxygen he breathed could not be as much as before, and he is also unsure whether what he said could have made it clear to the ears of the kidnappers currently carrying him.

“Please!”

“Damn it! What do you want?! I am poor, I have nothing!”

“Anj—“

“Mending lo silent.”

Like being hypnotized, Juan actually stopped revolting. But not because he was afraid. He was silent because his brain was processing the voice belonging to who he had just heard. Sounds familiar.

Gee. Juan said inwardly, then a second later, he moved back into a frenzy that left the two people holding his arm overwhelmed. Not only continued to move, Juan also shouted back.

“Please me!!!”

“Awas lo yes, I will make a calculation!!!”

“Yak! Damn it!!”

Seriate

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Hayoo. Who was Juan kidnapped by?

If it's a handsome gini anyway, I think I've kidnapped him...