Why Different?

As Long As You Are Here With Me

“Mas not logged in?”

“Oh, I happen to be non-Muslim, just waiting for a friend who is praying again. Is it okay if I wait here?”

“Oh, that's okay, Mom. Sorry yes, I am kirain masnya muslim.”

Zahira halts her steps on the doorstep of the mosque when her ghost captures a conversation between Juan and a 15-year-old boy who has just removed his footwear to climb onto the top of the mosque.

There was pain in his heart, for this was not the first. As Juan waited for him to finish praying, the man often received similar sentences. The invitation to enter that ends he must explain that his place of worship is not there. Even worse, when people saw themselves coming out of the mosque and approaching Juan, they would begin to stare skeptically, suddenly acting as judges in a serious trial.

“Oh, are you done?”

Zahira forced a smile as Juan turned to her and revealed a bright smile as if his heart was fine. Though Zahira knew, the man was enduring the same pain as himself.

“Yuk,” invite Zahira after she is done wearing footwear. Normally, Juan would be the first to take the initiative with his hands, but that afternoon, Zahira did it. “We go straight back to Reno nyusulin cafe with Clarissa, or want to walk first on the lake?”

“Street-path.” Juan answered without hesitation. Zahira's hand grip that feels warm makes her smile inexhaustible. “I want to spend as long as you can today, Za. You do not know when you can have free time again.”

Zahira nodded. Approaching the end of the koas, he gets even busier. Not once or twice did he not return home in a few days. Already often. In the last two months alone, he has returned home 6 times in 3 days.

“How much longer are you koasnya?”

“About 5 months.”

“Ended koas, we marry yuk.”

Reflex, Zahira stopped her steps. He looked at Juan who seemed to be smiling, the kind of insincere smile that was singled out to cover up the sadness.

Realizing that his chirping had made Zahira uncomfortable, Juan chuckles in an attempt to melt the atmosphere. As well as an attempt to entertain himself on one long sentence that is imprinted on the head. Here's how it sounds: “Married to different religions? How can?”

“Hink, Za, don't strain so ah his face.” Juan blew up a feigned laugh. Zahira's hand in his hand he crumpled slowly. It was a habit he always did when nervous about attacking. “You will still want to take a child specialist yes, Za. Let's just what? Oh, yes, in order to heal sick children, yes, let them play again.” Indeed, the grin at the end of the sentence had no effect on Zahira. There, the woman was even more sad because she could see the disappointment from the look in Juan's eyes at this time.

“Ju,” Zahira wavy.

“Take specialist how long? 2 year? 3 years? It's okay, I'm waiting, Za.”

“Ju, please.”

“I wait.” Final Juan's. I don't know what he's waiting for. Zahira's readiness to forsake her Lord, or a miracle where she could get permission to worship the same God as the woman. No one knows for sure what Juan is waiting for, other than him and God (whose God he is referring to).

Then suddenly, Juan pulled her, taking her back on her feet. “What do you want gift from me if you successfully finish koas later?” juan asked with a focused gaze on a couple (or maybe husband and wife) who walked hand in hand like himself and Zahira. The difference is, they look happy. Not seem to be carrying a heavy burden like he and his beloved.

“Tas? Ah, but you don't like expensive bag collections like people anyway.” Juan looked over, still trying to smile. “What dong? What kind of bike? You like sports, we will be different every weekend. How?”

“Ju,”

“Hmm? Any better idea?”

Again, Zahira stopped the move. This time he brought Juan to face him completely. He challenged the man's bead to fight, long enough, until his tongue recovered from the mistake and he could speak again. “I just want you to stay healthy and happy, that's enough. Don't need expensive bags, bikes, or whatever it is, Ju. No need.”

“I will, as long as you are always beside me.”

Unfortunately, no one can guarantee that. They are only human, while their lives are arranged in such a way by the creator. Whatever happens later in life is still a mystery. And should they not be ready to accept all that God has ordained?

So instead of agreeing, Zahira instead led Juan to return to track their broken steps.

The sun that was once so high has now begun to soften, willing to shift its position little by little to the west side, giving room for the expanse of the afternoon sky with warm colors to reign in place of its existence.

The steps that Zahira and Juan take tend to be slow, not impressed in a hurry because indeed they want it so. They want to enjoy every step they take, recording it well in the head to stay immortal at any time.

“But, Ju, about Reno and Clarissa..” Zahira gave a pause, just thinking whether he could interfere in the affairs of the two human beings. “They really still might not, anyway? I mean, if the chance is still there, I think I want to help so they can be together again. You see I also screech their squirms who equally do not want to step forward.”

Kala said that, Zahira looks so expressive. From there Juan knew, the woman had returned to her original mood, already unaffected by their previous conversation. Or maybe she was just trying to look okay.

Juan pulls Zahira's hand so that their bodies get closer. The hand he still held was then stored beside his body, not allowed to loosen at all. “Indeed, what can you help?”

“Yes what, cake. There is nothing I can do, it is impossible to.”

Juan chuckled small. If you have entered into a determined mode like this, Zahira increasingly looks funny. “In my eyes, whose name is chance is always there. We all have the right to try to know whether it works or not. But in Reno and Clarissa's case, the only ones who can help their relationship work in a better direction are themselves. Because it is also free we are looking for ways to help them if they themselves are still in doubt.”

“How to?”

“Ya we just control until the ending how. We love them facilities to meet and chat, the rest let them set their own good how.”

That afternoon, the two of them spent more chatter about Reno and Clarissa's relationship. It was as if their own relationship was fine. It was as if they were not worrying about the fate of their relationship going forward.

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