Why Different?
Urinary
It's been a long time, the rain finally fell tonight. His shahdu mottling made the atmosphere even more feel washed away, bringing anyone to sink deeper into the most dominant feeling.
Just as the speck fell slowly onto the roof of the car, Juan moved just as slowly, bringing his face closer to his lover's face after they were glued for a long time by the scene of each other without talking. Both of Juan's hands were outstretched, one targeting Zahira's nervous hands on her lap, the other landing smoothly on her lover's rosy cheeks.
“Bby?” tanyakanya.
It might sound funny to your ears, but tonight, for the first time in five years, Juan dares to ask. With Zahira alone, Juan never dared to touch any further than just holding hands or cuddling. Even before becoming Zahira's lover, he had touched a lot of women's bodies.
Juan's gaze again fell on Zahira's slightly open lips. The pink color without lipstick as if it has its own charm, making Juan want to scoop it up, have it for himself.
Unknowingly, Juan's hand on Zahira's cheek also shifted little by little until his thumb could touch Zahira's lower lip. Gently clothed that lip, channeling all the desire that is blowing tonight.
“Ju,” so long made silence, Zahira finally voiced.
Without taking a look away from Zahira's seductive-looking lips, Juan nodded his head. “I know, not yet time.” Her speech. Then after being satisfied stroking the soft and supple lips, then Juan back to make eye contact. “So sorry, I’ve lost my mind for a while.”
There was no disappointed look on Juan's face as he pulled his hands together with a faint smile. “Don’t be sorry, you should always say don't if I like it.” He said he did not want to make his girlfriend feel guilty just because of a kiss that he could not get.
“Cuz once you let me to touch you there, I will definitely ask for more.” His follow-up after some time was only a silent ruling.
“It’s hard for you, right?”
Juan returned to give a faint smile. “It is.” I nodded. It's not easy to hold back. Five years is not a short time, especially he had been active sexual activity for several years before. Only armed with the thought that he should take care of Zahira as best as possible so as not to upset Abi Hamzah, Juan could survive this far.
“But you’ll get the best when the time comes.”
“I know.” Juan nodded again. “It’s hard, Za. But since the person is you, I have no problem waiting.”
Zahira could feel that sincerity. Which not only reached his ears through Juan's soft voice, but also managed to touch his heart through the shady eyes of the man.
“You know, Ju? You're the greatest person I've ever met in my entire life. It is not easy to hold back. It's not easy to leave things that have been familiar to you for years, but you did. You're great.”
“One more time, because my partner is you. If it's someone else, I'm not sure I can hold back.”
“Then it is, please be patient in a moment.” Zahira said, full of meaning.
Juan clueless, so he can only plonga-plongo, trying to digest Zahira's words with the performance of his brain that is in slow mode.
Seeing her lover bewildered, Zahira just smiled. He did not intend to explain further the meaning of the word in a moment that he said. Let Juan guess at himself with an adorable look of confused face.
“Udah night, you have to go home.” Zahira said after she was satisfied to plunge into the bewildered face of her lover.
“Wait, clearin first.” Tagged Juan in the end. He blocked Zahira's arm from opening the door.
“What's clear?” Zahira asked, pretending to be stupid.
“I mean wait a minute what?”
“Nothing.” Zahira. The car door remained open, but before he ran out through the rain, Zahira turned quickly, peeking at Juan's cheek to make his lover freeze on the spot. “Be careful on the road, I love you.”
Then like a criminal who refused to be caught, Zahira immediately fled. He ran through the rain point, straight into the house before Juan came to his senses from the shock he caused.
Six minutes, Juan cosplay becomes a statue. Until when his consciousness gathered little by little, all he could do was touch his hot cheeks, then switch to touching his hard rumbling chest.
The longer it takes, the more rain it gets. As hard as it was, Juan's feelings fell for Zahira later. It can't be delayed, he thought. I can't let that woman wait any longer. He had to change his strategy that had originally moved slowly to bring Zahira closer to Mama, becoming more determined and intentional.
“OK,” he said, then he looked at the rear passenger seat where he had put a paper bag containing one of the luxury bag brands that had just issued its latest series. The paper bag he smuggled there quietly while waiting for Zahira to change clothes before they left, where the paper bag itself is also first he entrusted to Umi to be guarded lest Zahira or Abi know its existence.
It was a birthday present for Mama, she bought it in Zahira's name. The original plan, the bag he will give to Zahira first so that his lover who handed directly to Mama at his birthday celebration 3 weeks to come. But after one gift he received from Zahira tonight, Juan no longer thinks the bag for Mama could he keep for longer.
And so, the whole plan changed. What he wanted to get home soon, he quickly turned the wheel in the opposite direction. He had to go to Mama's house, maybe need to stay overnight to be able to deliver this gift to his mother.
Along the way where the raindrops become a backsound that accompanies him tirelessly, Juan cultivates hope until it soars high through the gloomy night sky. Hopefully, things will continue to go better from now on.
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Houses tend to be deserted before 9. Busy people who live in it tend to choose to roll around in their thick blankets rather than having to sit in the living room to joke, share stories of what they have been through all day outdoors.
Greeted by the housekeeper who was caught opening the door because he was away quite late, Juan stepped into the Big House with an irregular heartbeat.
“Mama has slept?” juan asked as his steps reached the central room. He looked up, saw the light at the end of the second floor stairs still on, a sign that anyone could still wander down at any time.
“Udah in room from 7 o'clock, Den.”
Juan turned his head with both eyebrows linked, “Tumben?” tanyakanya.
“Yes, no longer feeling well. Pale face, straight from the morning also only eat a little.” The house assistant.
“Sick? Call the doctor?”
The housekeeper shook his head, “Not yet, Den. I don't want, you also haven't come home from yesterday, so no one brought it to the hospital as well.”
Concerned. Juan feels his mother's fate is so unlucky because she has to marry a man who prefers to spend time at the gambling table, wasting hard-earned money feeding crafty-brained bookmakers. Despite never being caught cheating or being rude like what his father Reno often did, Juan still felt his father's behavior was no less barbaric. The reason, the man had the heart to let his wife confined to loneliness, let solitude hug his wife until almost beyond help.
“Consider the info, let me take care of Mama now.” Then Juan walked to his mother's room. The spoiled bruises on his chest were no longer left, replaced by a feeling of pity that was very difficult to be able to dim him just like that.
Arriving at the door of the room that was closed tightly, Juan knocked four times. There was no need to make a sound, because the way he knocked was already typical of him and no one in this house could imitate him. His mother memorized it, so not long after the fourth knock was over, the door opened.
Juan could not hold tightness in his chest when he found his mother appeared in a state that was not okay. Just as her housekeeper said, her mother's face looked pale. If considered better, the woman's body also tends to be thinner than the last time they met. That was only about a week ago.
“Ju,”
“Come in, let Juan call Doctor John.” Juan's Word. He led his mother into the room, and then the frail body he sat on the edge of the bed.
Paper bag that became the main character for a moment Juan removed, he put it near the foot of the bed while he checked his mother's body temperature using the back of his hand.
“Slight fever.” Mumbled. Then without saying much more, he reached into the cell phone and immediately called the personal doctor in charge of their family's health.
Meanwhile, Chyntia did not do much. He could only be silent to see his son talking to the doctor over the phone. Then, without realizing it, her tears just melted away. Chyntia was crying, with a chest that felt tight because she missed her son terribly.
“Neither cry, Juan is here now.” Impressed by the cold, but what Juan did through the action is proof that he still cares and loves his mother even though their relationship is not too good lately. The melt of tears that soaked his mother's pale cheeks Juan seka used his big palm. Slowly, gently, because she knew her mother was very fragile.
The sobs were still heard for minutes. And though he did not like to hear that heart-wrenching cry, Juan still let his mother cry in his arms. His waist that was the target of the mother's squeeze was not too much to make him disturbed. He just patiently waited until his mother's condition improved.
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