Why Different?

Cry Baby

“HAH?!!” Juan screamed. As fast as lightning he jumped down from the bed, in response to his shock at what Zahira had just said.

“Mama I went to your house, keep her doing?” tanyanya still could not believe it.

“My room, Ju.” On the other end of the phone, Zahira repeated her words.

“You don't joke.” Still in disbelief, Juan pinched his own cheek. Because if this was a dream, he would definitely not feel any pain. But unfortunately—entah should be unfortunate or not—Juan feel sick.

“You think I can joke about this?”

The answer is no. Because Zahira is not a typical person who likes to joke, especially for serious things like this. But, how can it be?

That is, Juan was just happy if Mama actually proposed to Zahira, because that means the blessing for their relationship has gone down. But the thing is, he needs a reason that makes sense. Mama is not the typical one who will change her decision easily if there is no solid reason.

“I also don't know why your mom suddenly came home. Abi and Umi also until his name many times with your mother, is she sure to apply me to be your wife. But your mama's answer hasn't changed at all, Ju. He wants me to be his ex.”

This is good news, Juan must celebrate. But before that, he had to confirm directly to his mother, as well as find out what reasons could make his mother to change the decision and finally give her blessing. He was not even given any sign.

“Za,” call it.

From across the phone, Zahira cleared her throat slowly.

“I close the phone first, yes. I'm going to Mama.” His speech.

Zahira. In fact, the woman who first disconnected the phone after saying “Safe ride.” to Juan.

Juan did not have time to answer because the phone had broken, but he was sure Zahira knew what answer he would give.

Not wasting time, Juan rushed over. He snatched the car keys hanging near the door, then he immediately ran out of the room.

In a hurry he went down the stairs, to the point that the home sandals he was wearing were dislodged next door. “Ah, erah!” skink. But he still stopped for a while to pick up the slippers left on the stairs. No he wore, finally he was about both of them so that there was no more side dislodged scenes like that. When he reached the end of the stairs, he put on a pair of sandals properly and correctly.

Juan then ran to the gate, opened it wide and then he moved to take the car and drive it out.

“Ribet!” his grunts again when he had to get back down from the car to close the gate of his house again.

A fried rice man who happened to pass by until the head bobbles saw Juan who sewot himself. “If you do not want complicated tea do not need to use the gate of his house.” The comment of the man in the party shirt then pushed his fried rice wagon.

Not rubbing the grapevine that reached his ear in a whispering tone, Juan immediately entered back into the car. Quickly he stepped on the gas pedal, speeding on the quiet streets of the complex.

The road he went through after coming out of the gate of the complex was quite quiet. Understandably, it is 10 pm and the road is also slippery after the rain. Normal people whose sleeping hours are not changed will obviously prefer to stay home, curl up under a blanket and prepare to sleep.

Nearly an hour's drive, Juan's car arrived at the Big House. He horned repeatedly with no pause, his shrill voice not only woke up the guard hang asleep at the guard post, but also other guards from the house next door who also turned their heads out of the gate.

“IYA!!! WAIT!!” The security guard at Rumah Besar opened the gate. His face was wrinkled, a little upset because his sleep had to be disturbed by the act of the owner of the car who squeezed the horn with no akhlaknya.

But as if already in his loyalty, Juan still pressed the horn even though the security guard had opened the gate.

“SA—“

“Still, Sir!” Juan exclaimed after lowering the windshield and tilting his head slightly.

Seeing who the troublemaker was, who turned out to be one of the Young Lords who had not come home for a long time, the security guard swallowed back his curse. He turned around smiling while scratching his head. Recalling if there were any harsh words that had come out of his mouth earlier. Because if he does, he has to get ready to kick off his job.

Juan's car drove back, penetrating the courtyard of the Big House which was like a football field. Nope, this is lebai. Yes, just broad. If built a house like the house he occupied, it could be two.

“***!” Juan cursed again, this is because his hand was clamped to the car door. Fortunately it wasn't too tight, so just a little twitching.

Taking care of that little wound is not important. Suddenly Juan turned into a super hero who has super strength to reduce pain. Just he swiped and blew a little, the twitching in the hand was gone so that he could immediately resume his steps.

The condition of the Big House is deserted, of course. So she needed the extra effort to knock on the door many times before their housekeeper finally opened it.

“Oh, Den Juan, would like to see you—“

“Mama where?” he cut.

“Should've been in the room anyway, Den. There's a Father too.”

“Oke, thanks.” Not for long, Juan immediately darted towards his mother's room on the second floor. The information about his father who was also at home was not too he listened to, because Juan's focus was only to meet his mother.

“Mamaaaaaa!!” he cried when he arrived at the door of his parents' room. His hand banged on the door of the room, already like a boy who asked to be accompanied to the bathroom at midnight.

“Mamaaaaa open the door!!” shouted again. Even more excited, even with its increasingly becoming edict.

Instead of opening the door, Juan was surprised by a voice coming from behind his body.

Reflexes, Juan turned around while holding his stubborn chest instead of playing.

“Papa,” great-grandson Juan when he found his father standing with a frown. “Papa why here?”

“What Papa should be, what are you doing here? Mana screams the same gedor-gedor Papa's room door with Mama.” Julius folded his hands in front of his chest. His eyes then moved up and down, looking at the appearance of his son who did not seem to be collapsing.

“There are still in the kitchen, again brew milk.”

“Oke.” Like a moronic boy who did not know how to say thank you, Juan ran away from his father, running down the stairs to the kitchen to meet his mother.

“Same child mother getting more and more strange aja behavior.” Julius comments, but he decides not to interfere. He casually went into the room, letting whatever Juan had to do with his mother be settled by just the two of them.

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Chyntia almost found her heart dislodged when Juan suddenly appeared before her, just as she turned around and was about to return to the room with a glass of milk. It was fortunate that his grip on the glass was strong enough that there did not have to be a tragedy of the falling glass where he had to work twice working on something.

“Why, anyway, Ju? Just ngagetin, suddenly appeared in front of Mama.” After her shock subsided, Chyntia chose to put a glass filled with chocolate milk on the dining table.

“Mama,” call Juan, this time in a slower voice—almost like a whisper.

More surprised Chyntia saw the behavior of her son. Especially when you find the look on Juan's face that there is no coolness at all. The man seemed to hold back the crying. His eyes were already watering and his lower lips were pouting.

“Why?” repeat, because Juan never spoke.

But again, instead of answering his question, Juan instead returned to do something that made him more confused. The boy suddenly pulled his body, hugged him tightly like they had been separated for so long and Juan did not want the separation to happen again.

What is this kinship, boy? Her thought. But of course the question wasn't really raised. Chyntia preferred to return the embrace of her son. Because rarely also the big baby was willing to hug him until this tight.

“Mama,” great-grandson of the boy again.

“What?” ask gentle Chyntia.

“Still, yes.”

“What do you do?” Chyntia is still clueless.

“Thank you for giving Juan the blessing of Zahira.”

The name of her future son-in-law called made Chyntia get a bright spot. He smiled faintly, then forced Juan to let go of their embrace so that he could see firsthand what the expression on his son's face looked like.

“So you're a gini because of that?” chyntia asked as she cupped her son's cheeks.

Juan nodded his head, “Juan don't know what to say other than thank you.” The follower.

“No need to thank you, you just have to be sure that you will never hurt Zahira. Proof that the decision of her parents to make nerima you is not wrong, because you can take good care of their daughter.”

“Mama why suddenly be wise?” juan's chirps, which suddenly made Chyntia clap her arm slowly.

“Mama has been wise from the past, you are the only one who always thinks negatively with Mama.”

Hearing that, Juan was grim. “Emang, anyway. Besides wise, beautiful also.” The compliment. It was just a bribe. Trust me, he just wants to make his mom feel good because he's got what he wants. Typical guy. Ughhhh!

Chyntia just shook her head slowly. He knew the compliment was just a small talk, yet he still accepted it with pleasure.

“By the way, it's late at night. Mama can't sleep late now, so now she has to go back to the bedroom to sleep. Do you want to go or go home? If nginep, let Mama tidyin your room first for a while.”

“Nginep.” Juan was quick.

Chyntia nodded, she then grabbed back her milk glass and was about to go back to the room. But he was forced to stop again because Juan knew it was sliding on his arm, like a caterpillar.

“Why else?” tanyakanya.

“Juan want to sleep, but sleep with Mama.” Said the muscular man whose behavior now looked more like a four-year-old boy.

“There Papa, you want to sleep three?”

Juan shook his head, “Nope. We'll get that om-om out of Mama's room. Guest room sounds good for him who rarely comes home.” His proposal, which even makes his head hit by a snare.

“He’s your dad, you little punk.” Chyntia.

“Your husband, yes. My dad? Nope.” Juan's babbling makes Chyntia nervous.

“Try you said that directly in front of the person, dare not?” challenge Chyntia. Because he knows his son only dares to nag in front of him. And although the father-son relationship was never good, Chyntia knew Juan still had a great affection like a son to the father in general. The two men of different generations just do not know how to communicate their respective affection. Biases, men. I like to prioritize prestige.

“Where to say you only appear once a year.” Cibir Juan, exaggerating about his father who rarely came home. Even though at best, they just don't go home for a day.

“Then you like bener.” Lazy to argue, Chyntia instead followed the inside jokes thrown by her son.

They then walked hand in hand towards the room with the chatter changing direction. No longer talking about Zahira, even fun to gossip about Julius.

While in the room, Julius was sitting on a bed reading the news via his tab, not knowing that he would soon be expelled from there by his wife and child.

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