Why Different?

There, He Lives

Hearing the caci maki from Reno was common to Juan, but if all the harsh swear words came from Clarissa, it was the first.

Over the phone, Clarissa ransacked, protesting her unilateral decision to go home first with Zahira and leave the woman at the cafe with Reno.

“Wait for us to see you again, I slashed your head, Ju!” Clarissa cried again.

Juan glanced at Zahira who was sitting in the passenger seat, watching how the woman was staring in horror at her cellphone which she placed on the dashboard in an active loud speaker condition.

Naturally, Zahira is a gentle woman who always tries to avoid conflict. Then hearing and seeing Clarissa turn into a reog clearly made her mentally exposed.

“How can you meet a girl like gini anyway, Za?” Juan whispering. Whether or not it could be heard by Clarissa who was still blabbering across.

“Neighborhood.” Zahira answered innocently. The headband that also appeared immediately made Juan anxious. Wanting him to bring Zahira's body into the arms, he hid the face with the flushed cheeks in his chest, so that no one else could see it.

“This is my home with whom, Juananda *****Saputra?!”

Oh, Clarissa. The number one biggest woman in the world. Come on, there's Reno there, why act like she's left alone in a place far from access to nowhere? So lebai!

“Gue have asked Reno for anterin lo go home, Ssa.”

“No want! I don't want to go home with him!”

“Ya already, take a taxi online can be.”

“No! I don't want to know, you turn around now!”

“Ndasmu turn around, I have arrived at his house Zahira, stay down doang!”

“Ju, rough talking.” Zahira.

The reprimanded Juan just grinned the horse, then because he was reluctant to hear more scolding from Clarissa, the phone connection was immediately cut off unilaterally. Foolish about his fate later, he'll think about it after coming home from here. What matters now is that he has to get Zahira inside the house. Soon Maghrib, and he had promised his father Zahira to return his only daughter before the adhan maghrib reverberated.

“Kok killed, Ju? You're not afraid Clarissa will get angry?” Zahira asked worriedly.

Juan shakes his head, then smiles thinly. “He's not going to make my head really break, Za, calm aja.” Then he released the seatbelt that wrapped his sturdy body.

Then, Juan immediately got down, not forgetting to open the door for the idol and make sure the woman got out of the car safely.

The two then walked together to enter the courtyard of the house. However, on that trip, Juan became misfocused on the existence of a motorcycle that looks familiar. While in the car, he was too focused on the ravings Clarissa so that he was not aware of the existence of the motorbike which was parked not far from the car.

Nervous and his feelings become unpleasant, Juan also close his body towards Zahira. The woman's hand was then held, tightly as if afraid if a little loose then Zahira will be out of his grasp for good.

“Assalamualaikum.” Zahira said his greetings to the residents of the house. Juan said it, only in a slow voice that only he and Zahira could hear.

“Waalaikumssalam.” From the inside, a female voice softened, answering their greetings.

Not long ago, appeared a woman in her late 40s in a purple dress and scarf’i black color. The woman smiled softly, welcoming the arrival of Zahira and Juan.

Juan reached out, and when he was welcomed, he immediately put the kiss into the hands of the woman who was the mother of Zahira. Umi Maryam, Juan often called her that.

“Come, login.” Umi Maryam led the two to enter.

The man was named Adnan, a man whom Juan considered a mortal enemy because he was often found trying to win the heart of Zahira. As far as Juan is concerned, Adnan is a partner in crime of his father Zahira to go to various studies for approximately the last 2 years. I don't know where they met before, Zahira didn't tell me much. On the first day Juan met Adnan, he was already unhappy.

“Sit, Ju, Umi to the kitchen first grab a drink for you.” Maryam invited Juan to sit down.

Juan according to him. He sat on the same sofa as Adnan, applying a long distance because honestly he was reluctant if he had to meet with the man.

“I also want to go upstairs yes, Ju, want to take a shower.” Pamit Zahira whom Juan only responded with a nod of the head.

When two men who have a heart for the same woman are at one time and place, what can be expected but so much bad tension and so much silence?

The same is true of Juan and Adnan today. Because Juan was basically not fond of Adnan and he was not a typical two-face who could be good in front of the evil behind, then Juan did not intend at all to mince words. He prefers to play his phone, pretending to be busy when all he does is a social media scroll that is clearly weightless.

While Adnan, the man whose carriage was calmer and calm was just quiet in his position, did nothing until then a middle-aged man emerged from the stairs, greeting the two of them.

Juan immediately kept the phone that he had been teasing earlier, as fast as lightning got up and grabbed the man's hand and kissed him. Adnan did the same shortly after, making Juan unable to resist throwing his flagship side eye.

“Asyik streets, Ju?” abi Hamzah, Zahira's father.

“Assyik, Bi, Zahira also looks happy.” Juan. Then the three of them sat down again before continuing the conversation.

“Thankful thank God if so, Abi happy to hear. Lately Zahira is busy in the hospital until rarely come home, sometimes pity see.”

Juan will only be mangap, but unfortunately a thousand dear, he was already overtaken by Adnan who immediately interrupted his speech.

“Later if you have become a real doctor will also be more busy, Bi.”

Obviously Juan immediately glanced sharply at the man. Even though the context that Abi is talking to is himself, why is this Adnan Bagong stuck without permission? So annoying.

Even more annoying because Abi instead chuckles to respond to Adnan's speech while nodding, as if agreeing with what the man said.

Realizing that Juan's lips had advanced 5 inches, Abi Hamzah gave a smile. He knew his daughter's lover was indeed very amuck, a lot of muscles in his body. Even so, Abi Hamzah knows Juan is a good person. It may be a little less educated, but Abi Hamzah believes Juan can still be improved, can still be led to walk in a better direction.

“If Zahira is too busy in the hospital and can not meet you outside, it is okay if you samperin him. There must still be spare time for rest anyway? Can use that to chat.”

Hearing that, Juan who was initially pouting instantly turned grim. “Bby, Bi?” tanyanya enthusiastic.

“Ya is okay to be. After all you met in his break time Zahira, right, not when he was busy taking care of patients.” Abi Hamzah wisely said so.

Juan's smile grew. This was one of the reasons why he stubbornly maintained a religious relationship with Zahira. Because Umi and Abi received it well, still treat it as a fellow human being even though the beliefs they profess are different, and more importantly, they are different, both are able to give parents affection that he did not get right from his own parents.

In Zahira's family, she feels alive. That's the important point.

“Still, Bi, his suggestion. Later Juan will often samperin Zahira.” It was said by Juan while glancing at Adnan, as if he was mocking the man and was about to proudly declare his position still high in the Zahira family.

If that eye glance is translated into a sentence, maybe it will sound like this: “Lo see, Adnan Bagong? Abi still approves. So you don't expect to shift my position!”

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