Why Different?

Good Person Deserve a Good Life

Since the approach plan for the first experiment had failed, and Moana also did not return, Juan finally relented. He decides to take Zahira away from the Big House despite having to be colored with a drama scene where Mama still does not want Juan to leave before his longing is complete.

“Later Juan play again here, if the atmosphere is not hot.” Again Juan slipped insinuations. It was not subtle anymore, it was blatant because he said that while looking intently at the figure of Moana who stood beside Mama.

“But Mama still misses you.” Chyntia Whine. Unfortunately, Juan was not very pinched. The boy remained resigned. He brought Zahira to walk away to maintain the sanity of all parties.

“You sure it's okay if we go like this? If your mama doesn't like me more how?” zahira asked worriedly after they walked through the gate.

“Mama does not like you. This all happened because there was Moana, because she was too smart to look for face. You if you want to follow in his footsteps as well I'm sure you can win.” Juan said, then he opened the taxi door that he had ordered before. “But you don't want to like that, do you?”

Zahira. Even if he could, he wouldn't do that to draw sympathy from the would-be-in-law. For he believed, all falsehoods and pretenses would only lead him to the ephemeral point of disaster. Everything will be gone when his pretenses are over, and he will only end up getting nothing.

“Well, yes. Just be patient, okay? Let me find a way to kick that Moana up to Mars, let her not have a chance to ruin your approach agenda with Mama again.” Juan said ended the light stiffness to melt the atmosphere.

Zahira did not answer. He resigned when Juan pushed his body slowly to get into the taxi.

“We don't go home, yes, I want to take you to my cafe.” Juan said after they both got into the taxi and the driver started driving.

Zahira just goosebumps. While on the way, he was busy playing Juan's long fingers which he confiscated onto his lap. Starting from fumbling, bending, until pull the edges—entah with what purpose.

Juan himself was treated like that. As long as it can make Zahira calm and a henchman, he also does not mind even though the woman will pluck all the feathers on her body.

About 45 minutes drive, the taxi they ride pulled over in the courtyard of a contemporary cafe that is strategically located. The dominance of the glass that frames the part of the building makes Zahira can see clearly that the chairs in the cafe are filled with young people who are busy chatting with friends while resembling milkshakes and biting cake pieces.

“Always this crowded?” zahira asked as they walked hand in hand towards the entrance.

“So far, yes. Alhamdulillah, dong? If there are many gini, right, it can be faster for me to add nominal in the savings book. When we get married, you don't have to worry about the future. Although no longer an office worker who wears a neat uniform, I can still love you as our children eat and decent shelter. Cool, right, me?”

Zahira knew Juan didn't mean to show off. The enthusiasm that emerged from his tone was a form of pride in himself, as well as a way to convince himself that he was able to become a good priest and head of the household for their small family later.

Family small. Zahira had no power to hold back from the slight rarity as the sentence dropped by her head. Imagining him and Juan going to live in the same house, raising their children of 2 people with a small age gap, has managed to cause a red tinge on the cheeks. For the first time since dating, she dared to imagine these kinds of things. I don't know if it's progress, or vice versa.

Juan who realized Zahira was smiling himself did not dare to interrupt. He just let his lover stay immersed in his own thoughts while their steps have further ventured into the cafe building.

The frenzy around them forget it. The music that flows from high-quality speakers becomes a damper for the noise coming from the crowded visitor benches.

“There is usually live music too?” asked Zahira while pointing at the small stage in the left corner near the cashier.

Juang nodded, “Every Friday and Saturday night. Who is changing. Sometimes there are children from our campus who freelance to make fillers. Sometimes if there is more budget and more sales are high, I like to ask Albert to invite local musicians to sing.”

“Oh, yes?” Zahira looks enthusiastic. “Who have you invited so far?”

“Not too much, anyway. If you want to see the list, then ask for Albert.” Because the sentence was not too much it was just a way for Juan not to show off too much. Originally, he had invited quite a number of musicians whose names were not playing games in the arena. Starting from the duo Endah N Resha, Sal Priadi, to the singer whose song became a favorite song for Juan of all time, Raim Laode.

“If Nadin Amizah, have you ever not?” ask Zahira again.

“But.”

“Can you invite him later sometime. Her voice is beautiful, Ju, as beautiful as the person.” Highlight the eyes full of happy twinkle it managed to make Juan smile.

“If you are the same as him, how about we invite him to fill in at our reception later? Than I just invited him here and not necessarily you can watch him sing live?”

Instantly, Zahira's cheeks turned red. If in the previous days, he would immediately pat Juan's arm to stop talking nonsense, this time Zahira felt he could not do anything. He was busy calming down his crazy heartbeat. It felt like he was back in time where he first fell in love with Juan many years ago.

Amidst the euphoria that embraced the two human beings, Albert knew to emerge from the kitchen. With his distinctive style, the man walked over, immediately patting Juan on the shoulder to make the man who incidentally is the boss turn around quickly.

“Wassup, man? How do you not tell me if you want to stop by?” sapanya.

Juan, who still holds a grudge for Albert's involvement in the kidnapping incident, is grieving instead of liking to hear the greeting. “This cafe has me, since when do I have to ngabarin lo first if you want to come?” sengak.

Instead of being offended, Albert broke down. “Lo still angry with me about the other day?”

“Still dare nanya?” reply Juan still with his sewot.

Albert eased the laughter, replacing it with a calmer smile. “OK, I'm sorry.” His word. He must admit, he was wrong. “But, man, if I hadn't helped your cousin to kidnap you that day, you wouldn't have had the courage to bring your girl here today. Am I right?” sounds like a defense, but that's the truth. Albert deliberately helped Reno so that Juan became more courageous to show himself. Dizziness too he gradually saw Juan who hesitated every time to divulge about the existence of this cafe to the lover he was about to apply it.

“True.” Juan Sahut. “But I remain angry because what you did to me was a form of betrayal. Yesterday was okay, because the effect was positive. But it could be that you're doing another betrayal that's costing me one day, right?”

Once again, Albert was made to disentangle Juan's analysis beyond limits. Too bar-bar. Too far through the clouds.

“Lo mostly watch drama.”

For that, Albert agreed. “There's a point.”

As the conversation about betrayal continued, Zahira could only watch everything in silence. Admiration emanated clearly from the look in his eyes when he saw that there were many different sides in Juan that were different from him years before. Juan changed a lot. Become more adult.

“Know the reason why Abi can nerima Juan even though it is clear our beliefs are different? Because Abi was confident, he could become a good priest when he would finally find his direction. He's a good boy, Za. Although a lot of people say he's a delinquent, here it is, that is. For Abi, he is good, and that is enough to make Abi sure to entrust you in his hands.”

Abi said that the first year he and Juan were dating. He idly asked Abi why the blessing for their relationship flowed so smoothly, even though many differences between them were almost impossible to put together. And now, today, Zahira proves himself that what Abi said is true. Juan's good. The man is also responsible and always tries his best for them.

Then, doubt what else should he cultivate in the heart, for such a great figure?

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Agenda approaches that do not go smoothly do not immediately make their day a mess. They can use their time to do more useful things. During his time at the cafe, Zahira helped Juan to re-examine the concept and proposed some changes to adjust to the emerging trend. Because from the beginning Juan did apply a dynamic concept without removing the original essence of his cafe, small changes that adjust to the developments around can still be entered and well received.

Not done until the cafe business, they both also then design some things. After handing over the modification plan to Albert who knew better how the change should have started, Juan handed over the house plan he now occupied to Zahira to check, so that the woman can give any proposal from the part of the house that must be added or reduced.

“The back area is still empty, yes, Ju?” ask Zahira. Instead, focus more on the area in the backyard rather than commenting on the contents in the house.

“Iya. I'm confused about what to make.” Obviously Juan. All he thinks about is that the house can be lived in first, front and back yard matters, he will think about later.

“What if we make it a kind of mini playground?”

“Mini playground?” juan asked with his next eyebrow rising. “You make play who?”

“Your son, lah.” Answer Zahira.

“Kid me?” Juan pointed to himself, Zahira nodded in agreement. “When do you want to make it? Later tonight?” origin shear. As a result, Zahira clasped the back of his hand quite hard.

“Gallags bener.” Juan grumbling.

Zahira ignored the grunts, but continued to pour out his ideas. “Zaman now difficult to make children not add the same name gadget, so I use to make a mini playground so that children can use the time to play and explore the outside world, so I use the mini playground so that children can use the time to play and explore the outside world, but still within our sight.”

“Yes, but his son is not there yet. Who wants to wear it to play? What is there, it will be a nest area for Mbak Kunti. Want you, our house to be haunted?”

“Bikin make nyenengin neighbor's child!” Zahira's upset. “No need to be made right now, Juananda. I didn't say I had to make it now.” Sung at.

Already so, Juan just ber—ohh ria. So annoying.

“Ah, already, ah. You byebelin.” Zahira returned Juan's tab which was used to view the floor plan.

Seeing his lover sulking, Juan even laughed. The thing is, Zahira's anger is funny, and it looks like an amusement to Juan.

“Iya, yes, sorry.” After her curse laughter subsided. “Later we make it a mini playground according to your wishes, okay? Okay, don't sulk anymore. Here, hug.” Continue while stretching out your hands.

“You want me to hit?” threatening Zahira, already clenched his hands in front of Juan's face.

“Wow! So scary!” Juan acted scared, then seconds later returned chuckling. “Don't be fierce you are the same husband candidate.”

“Jingin gilik-gilik kimi cilin siimi.” Zahira doesn't usually talk to Juan. It was exactly as Juan used to do. Suddenly, it made Juan gawk in disbelief.

A few seconds he was silent, until he finally realized that being mocked like that turned out to be very annoying.

“Wah, my future wife turned out to be a fad too, huh?” she said, then without warning, she clenched Zahira's body, drowning her head in her fragrant ketek.

“Nih, you inhale the aroma of ketek your future husband who smells good. Inhale deeply, let it be full.” His word. He dared to do so because he knew his armpits did not smell sour. Juan's sweat is odorless. If the kunyuk Baskara said, anyway, Juan is not actually a human because his sweat has no aroma at all. It's just like a vegetable without salt.

Although it does not smell, the action still makes Zahira move no desire to escape. It was fortunate that his veil was arranged in such a way, so it did not suddenly sag when he was trying to escape.

Zahira knew he would not be able to escape from Juan's pitingan even though he exerted all the energy he had until he fainted. Therefore, he chose to work smarter. He stopped struggling, pretending to be limp so Juan would kindly release himself and look at his condition.

And, yeah, it worked. Sure oes. Juan immediately distanced himself, half panicked to find Zahira's condition suddenly silent lost energy. Only to be made to shout out in fidelity as Zahira counterattacks by tickling her waist.

“AMPUN! GEEZ, BABY! SO SORRY!” he shouted, but in vain because Zahira was reluctant to stop.

Shouts for the screams were thrown inviting Albert who had originally stayed at the checkout table to look into Juan's private room. Only to be made to smile when he finds a friend and his boss is interacting with his lover.

“Good person desire a good life.” Mumbled Albert. Because no matter how many people labeled Juan as a bastard, to Albert personally, Juan was the angel who helped him out of hell that had been locked up all his life before.

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