Why Different?

Hama

Where there is something that thrives, that is where there are pests that will attack and mess things up. It is roughly like this that Juan would describe Moana's coming to the Great House this time. Armed with a rough as imaging material, the woman managed to seize all of Mama's attention.

Since Moana's arrival, Mama has been the focus of the woman. While Juan feels, the presence of himself and Zahira is just like a sweetening property that does not matter if not spoken to. Moana messed up all the plans, making the enthusiasm so high soar in the chest at once receding unceremoniously.

“Cobain cookies made by me, Ju. It was me who made it myself, has not been helped with my mother.” As if unable to read that Juan was upset, Moana instead offered him setoples cookies which he claimed were the result of his own hands.

Juan who is basically upset once suddenly shook his head, “Again toothache.” The reason. Amit-amit also if it is actually affirmed by God. There he later did not bia enjoy cheesecake made by Umi.

“Oh, yes? Did you take medication? Want me to anterin consul to the dentist?” with a frenzy, Moana put back the jar of cookies and even close her sitting position to mepet once with Juan. Really, the whereabouts of Zahira sitting on the other side of Juan's body were as if invisible in Moana's eyes.

“No, thanks. I can go by myself.” As should have happened, Juan shifted his seat, which automatically made Zahira also inevitably move to the end of the sofa.

“No can do that, Ju, Moana the intention is good loh.” Mom suddenly chimed in.

Juan was upset. Really, he could no longer bear to be in this situation. He must take Zahira away, or they will end up going crazy because of Moana.

“We go back, yuk?” take her to Zahira who looks very uncomfortable.

Juan knows, he is very sensitive that the interaction that is too familiar between Mama and Moana has made Zahira again feel small. If Moana's goal was to do it all to show Zahira that she was more acceptable to Mama, then Juan thinks the cunning woman has succeeded.

“Here alone, it's okay.” Zahira refused subtly. It felt bad that he ran away with Juan, even though their original purpose came here to be in touch with his mother.

However, Juan who was fed up was still forced. He pulls Zahira's arm, helping her rise from the hot sofa which bears witness to how much she doesn't appreciate them today.

Seeing Juan and Zahira rise, then Chyntia again put attention. “Where to?” tanyanya, stand up.

Juan turned his head at a glance, “Ke backyard. Here hot.” His insinuation, deliberately emphasizing the word hot while glancing cynically towards Moana. After that, he took Zahira away with him. No more touching the voice of his mother who asked a few other things.

Inside his arm, Zahira moved uneasily. Juan found that the woman looked back many times because her voice was still heard.

“Cuekin.” His whisper. Not wanting Zahira to be more affected, he also moved to the back of Zahira's body, holding the woman's shoulders and then leading her to continue.

A spacious and more heavily dominated backyard with greenery is the best option for escape. There, Juan led Zahira to sit on the edge of the pool where the water was so calm.

While Juan let his feet submerged in the pool water to the knee (he had already rolled up his pants), Zahira chose to squat on his side. He reached out, playing with the pool water that in his touch did not feel that cold. He felt, Juan alone was too excessive. Or perhaps, it is just as simple as that their body's response is different.

For a long time, they didn't talk to each other. The ripples of water that come from the movement of Juan's legs and Zahira's hands become background music that accompanies the silence created between two human children who are busy with the contents of their heads.

Until in the end, Juan turned his head, spilling attention on Zahira who was still busy playing water while focusing his chin on his knees. There was no sadness or disappointment in his face. However, as someone who had been with Zahira for quite a long time, Juan knew inside the woman's head must be in a fuss right now.

The desire to be accepted and appreciated has just been broken by the presence of one detrimental pest. And although he knew there was still a second chance and so on, Juan was also aware that the first try was something important.

“Slow-slow, yes, Za.” Juan voiced out after settling into the face of his lover ayu.

The one spoken to practically raised his head, then a soothing thin smile he offered as a gesture that he was fine.

“Mama I'm not a bad person, really. He doesn't mean to make you feel small. You know, don't you, the proverb doesn't know then no dear? Well, my mom is too. He needs more time to get to know you, so he can love you like how I feel.”

Only simple words could Zahira hear from the remaining mouth alone, but because it was said at the right time, the sentence managed to make Zahira's smile rise more.

“Iya.” His word. He knew that their journey would not be easy. The good news is, she wasn't treated that badly by Juan's mother, was she? He was still welcomed, albeit with a smile that was not how sincere. “Yes, Ju, slow down.”

And for Juan, Zahira's willingness to keep going with him was a blessing that he knew nothing could be compared to anything else. So that afternoon, under the warm sun, Juan festively hands Zahira, wiping it many times as a mainstay to transfer power.

“You know right, how much I love you?”

“I know. As much as I love you.”

While in the back doorway, Moana again had to bite her finger because the tick she made still could not make Juan glance at her little things. He had tried to move slowly, but not digubris as well. Going back to being a bar, it's the same. So, what else does he have to do?

“The answer is surrender.” And the proposal that came from the mouth of the trash Adrian Luke actually became something that Moana heard most often.

Does that mean he really should give up?

Seriate