Why Different?

SAH!

Juan could not resist haru when the word ‘sah’ was pronounced simultaneously by the witnesses. Her tears fell, though, seeping into her cheeks, Reno and the other relatives in attendance witnessed the passing of a sacred marriage bond between two human children after so much drama and the winding streets.

Juan's haru taste doesn't stop just getting there. When he was, delivered by Papa and Mama to the pelaminan which is located separate from where he said kabul ijab, his feelings were increasingly stirred when he witnessed how elegant and beautiful Zahira in a wedding dress that although simple but still looks luxurious and attached fitting in the body of the bride.

Drop by drop the falling tears formed a puddle, which in turn deepened as he finally arrived before Zahira. In that distance, he could clearly see how perfect the masterpiece that God created in human form was. Juan feels, God is in a very good heart condition when creating Zahira, so there is not a single point of disability that he sees in the woman.

“Za,” her voice vibrates, and thanks to the beautiful smile that Zahira wears, she has more strength to stand next to the meeting.

“Don't cry, dong. It's our happy day.” With his hand, Zahira rubbed Juan's tears that were still flowing quite profusely.

Juan couldn't say anything. There is something that feels stuck in the throat so it feels difficult even just to take a breath. Of the many tears she shed during her lifetime, this might be the one that had the most devastating effect. He got as much as he pleased, making the invited guests who came to attend the reception party instead become spectators for a haru scene on the lap.

“Udah, dong. You don't want to be seen with people?” talk to Zahira again. ‘The Crying Baby’ is a nickname that he pinned to Juan because the man was quite often crying in front of him, but lost in public like this, Juan will usually stay cool in order to maintain his image as a cool guy in Neosantara. This is a statement that he issued himself, but Zahira also did not doubt it at all because Juan was cool since college until now.

“Nangis mulu, shy equal body!” it was the voice of Reno, who had come to bring him a piece of tissue that he got from the bridal dressing room at the back end. “Nih, elap. His memory, let's not be shy.” Tell later.

Juan was still a little sobbing, but at times he was mumbling because he said Reno's voice was too noisy, like a rombeng can. Fortunately Reno was being kind, so the little guy did not go berserk and instead helped wipe Juan's tears to complete.

“This is just an early chapter, your journey is still long, so you can not cry like this.” Reno said later after making sure there were no more tears left on his cousin's face.

“In fact, my tears run out now, let later my married life is only colored by happy laughter.” Juan ngeles's. Originally, he was tense because he had been the center of attention since earlier because he was crying like a child.

“Where is a marriage that has no tears? Wake up, bro! It's the real world, not Disney fairy tales whose ending is always happy ever after.” Their parents' second marriage should be a real example for Juan that in this real world, there is no such thing as a perfect marriage. But basically Juan was already bucin acute, his brain so a bit far from reality.

“Doain who is okay why, anyway? It amazes me, like I can not squirm his cousin happy.” Juan grumbling.

“I’m just telling you the fact, brother.” Reno sniffed his shoulders, then he covered to Zahira's side as the side he had occupied before was about to be occupied by Julius. The om-om seemed to be chatting with his son who had just released his single.

“Strong lo, this is the validity period of KTP; lifetime!” reno whispered to Zahira, whom the woman only responded with mild pangs.

Meanwhile, on the other side, where Julius and Juan were already standing side by side, the pair of father and son first looked at each other. Like being telepathic so that only the two of them understand what they are talking about through the eyes. Julius breaks contact first and starts talking.

“This is just the beginning, Ju. Your journey is still long.” Same sentence, but pronounced with different intonations. Juan wanted to stop and said that he had heard it first from Reno, but stopped because he realized this advice came from people who had already sailed the household ark.

“What looks interesting now, can be boring for you someday.” Julius said again. But when he said that, he did not look at Zahira, but toward Chyntia who was talking with both of his besi. “If that time comes, you just need to remember what things first made you fall in love with him. How much effort you make can get him, beat so many men who in your point of view have far more advantages than you. Remember again how grateful you were when you managed to turn her in as a wife, making her the happiest woman during the days before that boredom came.”

“There is no perfect wedding, but you can still create the best wedding version of yourself, you know, just so you know how to deal with everything that moves slowly to damage what you two have built together.”

Almost 30 years of life, only today Juan got his father to talk at length, and the content of the conversation sounded wise. Maybe this is one of the reasons why Mama still survives the marriage, because there are sides of Papa who are not shown to anyone other than his own wife, including to his biological children though.

“Please pray well for Juan equals Zahira.” Not knowing what to respond with what—and he was busy laughing at—Juan was finally only able to say that instead.

For a long time glued to his wife, Julius finally looked back at his son, then he chuckled softly. “Although never voiced, the prayer continues to flow profusely from Papa and Mama.” Just like their affection sometimes comes in unexpected forms.

Then, the conversation stopped there. Both Julius and Juan were busy greeting invited guests. Although sometimes those who come are not someone familiar, they still welcome their handshake and reply to the congratulations they gave with a smile and the word ‘thank you’ is no less sincere.

“All lunch first, yes. Let Umi help prepare.” Fresh Umi Maryam while bending their heads into the room they used for congregational prayer. There, Juan and Zahira were still sitting on the prayer mat. Juan still with the sarong and skullcap, Zahira also still wearing mukena.

“Still, Umi.” The new bride answered in unison. Very compact, it is like a choir team that is usually a national level competition.

Umi Maryam smiled gently, then passed to prepare lunch for the newlyweds who were still warm.

“Za,”

“Hmmm?”

Not answering anymore, Juan shifted his body slowly, then arbitrarily lay his head on Zahira's lap. For quite some time, the man simply fell silent, continuing to stare at Zahira with a look of eyes that were too difficult to translate.

“Why, Ju?” ask Zahira curiously. Five years of dating, and now even legally a husband and wife, Zahira still not used to be looked at until as soon as possible by Juan.

“Udah legit.” Juan answered, immediately provoking the appearance of a red tinge on both cheeks of his wife. Just said ‘alah’ without continuing anything, and without clear context, but he could already make Zahira blush. Either he is too great, or basically Zahira is too adorable.

“Y—ya, continue?”

“Mau kiss.” Pinta Juan, without a shady aling-aling. The spray that had only appeared on the cheeks, now spread everywhere, until Zahira's entire face turned red.

Because Zahira did not answer whether she could or not get a kiss, Juan finally took the initiative to take the movement. He touched his wife's face, then slowly he brought the beautiful face closer to his face. Their breaths clashed with each other, even with their gazes that were already filled with passionate puja.

“Bby, right?” juan asked from a very close distance. Whether Zahira nodded or shook, the two movements would still end up bringing their lips together. So, Zahira just kept quiet. He stays silent.

The longer, the distance between their faces grew closer.

Getting close.

Getting close.

Getting close.

Until when the distance between their lips was only two centimeters, someone came messing things up. Make both reflex distanced themselves in the panic that rises to the crown. They are like teenagers who have been caught wanting to pervert in public places.

“Damn it!” Juan cursed, Reno who suddenly broke down the door of the room. “Tap if you want to enter! It's used, buddy!”

However, instead of nagging back, Reno instead walked over with a look of a calm face. Juan couldn't read it at all. It's a mix of happy, sad, scared, and confused.

“Lo why?” juan panicked. He hurriedly got up, leaving Zahira who was still trying to hold back the embarrassment of Reno breaking through recklessly. “What happened?”

“In front there...”.

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