Why Different?
Reunites
Juan running around the ridge, breaking through anything to get to the room provided specifically by the wedding organizer to receive important guests, like distant relatives or friends whose close level is like a vein with a pulse. The glove that was still wrapped around his waist was as if it was not blocking his step swing to get to the room as quickly as possible.
The door of the room is ivory white with carved ornaments on the edge of it was still tightly closed when he arrived in front of him. With a trembling hand, he grabbed the handle and opened the door slowly.
His feelings returned to blue when his eyes found the figure of an old friend who he so longed for was sitting on one of the chairs, solemnly looking at the prewedding photo attached to the wall.
“Bas,” call him slowly.
His cry was no longer able to be contained when Baskara turned his head, and their gazes met. While sobbing, Juan walked quickly to Baskara who was also moving up from the chair. Baskara's body, smaller than her, was clenched, hugging so tightly that she could feel the man's heartbeat.
“I miss you so much, bastard!” his great-grandson. His tears had already spilled, soaking Baskara's shoulders wrapped in a white shirt.
“You’re still a cry baby.” Baskara said as he returned Juan's embrace was no less tight. Mild oddity escaped just like that, not having been held back even though the new atmosphere was still thick.
If in the past days in the past, Juan will immediately go berserk when one of the members of Pain Killer called it ‘Cry Baby’. Especially if the person has Pramudya Baskara, the troublemaker who always makes his tension rise to the maximum level. But for this time, even if Baskara says it a million times, Juan will not protest. He will accept it with a chest of air, because in reality, he is indeed whiny for things related to loved ones.
“Congratulations, bro.” Say Baskara again. He didn't mind even though Juan's heavy body now felt like it was leaning on him. That passionate longing he will accept, gladly.
Juan did not respond to the congratulations because he was still busy crying. The voice of Reno who nagged from behind was not he was gubris at all. His yearning which he himself had piled up into many, filled a space in his heart which then made it extremely crowded. Now, when he had the chance to take out all those piles of longing, he did not want to waste a single second of what he had.
“Ju, I'm out of breath!” and the protest is what finally made Juan release a hug.
Wiping away the tears that made his face completely red, Juan looked at Baskara with his swollen eyes that still had an awful lot of tear stock. He'll probably spend it for today.
“Gue came to celebrate your wedding with Zahira, Ju. Not to make make you cry like gini.” While sharing a gentle smile, Baskara helped wipe Juan's tears using his shirt sleeves. It didn't matter if it became wet, or the powdery remains from Juan's face stuck there. There are many shirts on the market, Baskara will always be able to buy new ones. But a friend like Juan who looks indifferent when the original care is severe, he will not be able to meet in just any place.
“Lo..” Juan paused quickly. In addition to his breath that stinged because of crying, he also suddenly misfocused on Baskara's body weight that dropped dramatically. The cheeks of the kingpin who was always the target of his pinch are now gone, replaced by cheeks kelewat tyrus that does not fit him at all. Then the undercut hair with bangs throwing typical Korean artist Baskara once also disappeared, replaced with black hair rough textured legume length to touch the neck. And what makes Juan feel even more sad is the appearance of a very prominent collarbone, making Baskara almost look like malnourished children.
“Blue don't feed you properly, huh? Lo kurusan.” Arrested, the question finally stayed out.
“The skinny one like this is indeed a trend, how the hell?! Nangis mulu lo work, so not be literate with the current trend!” that's not Baskara's voice, of course. But the voice of Reno who is in alert mode. He just did not want the question of Baskara's body weight that dropped drastically will spread everywhere and ruin their meeting moments after a long time.
“Just go down a little bit, not as much as it looks. No need for worry.” Timpal Basque. Don't want Juan to feel guilty until it ends awkwardly.
Juan wiped the rest of his tears, then began to catch his breath to be more stable so that he could speak properly. After being able to, he was in a daze, looking for the whereabouts of one more person who should be present here with Baskara.
“There in front, same Albert.” Answer Baskara.
Juan nodded his head, then looked back at Baskara as if only he could see in his world.
Memories after memories of their friendship in the past began to mill around, alternately filling the empty spaces in his heart and head that had always felt empty. Since the departure of Baskara and Fabian, he no longer had such friendships.
“Sialan.” Suddenly Juan cursed again. There was an unstoppable taste in his chest, making him want to cry again. “Gue want to hug you again can not heh, Bas?” tanyanya.
Baskara laughed crisply, then happily spread her arms wide. This time not only to hug Juan, but also so that Reno can also enter into the arms.
The three then embrace each other, holding tightly to their sluggish shoulders in order to channel strength. They knew, there was still an empty space that one more person had to fill. But for now, let the three of them try to fix everything. So that when one more part of them comes back, everything is so much better.
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Just a few hours into the status of Juan's wife, Zahira was removed. The man who was supposed to be with him welcomed guests at the temple was even engrossed in his own, giggling with old friends he had just met again after years of separation. The invited guests were astonished, not a few who felt compassion for Zahira who was like she was married to herself.
“Please be advised,” a gentle touch on the shoulder makes Zahira take her eyes off. Beside him, stood Sabiru who appeared graceful in a dark blue channel dress and a slightly open arm. His black hair along the back is left free, not given any accessories to sweeten the look. A pair of small earrings attached to both ear piercings, while his usual plain look make up face look fresher day with natural makeup that prioritizes makeup on the eyes.
“They can be like that until days later,” said Albert, who came to bring a glass containing mango juice. Whether obtained from nowhere, obviously it is not part of the buffet menu at this reception.
“It’s okay.” Zahira. His gaze returned to Juan who increasingly looked fun with Reno and Baskara. “Juan again drain all the longing he saved from long ago. Two days, three days, even if it takes a month, I don't mind.”
“Si kunyuk it is very lucky to be married to a patient woman like lo.” Blue chirps again. “Because if I am in the lo position, I have dragged him back to pelaminan.” The connection ends the rarity.
Zahira also laughed at the joke. If you say patient, he is actually not that patient. There are times when what Juan did also made his patience that was not as much drained. The proof is, they also often fight, right? That means, Zahira is still an ordinary human being who can lose patience.
Only, he had set aside more patient stock for some things that did require patience and considerable proclamation. The goal is clear, to avoid prolonged conflict. It was also inseparable from Juan who often gave up for them. In essence, they just try to understand each other so that their relationship lasts even though bada keep coming.
Guests were still coming, taking turns to greet Zahira and occasionally asking where the groom had gone. Then they will only be bearded when given the position of the person they ask. Some will come closer, some will choose to leave because they do not want to interrupt.
That day, not only became the moment where a marriage was legalized before witnesses, but also the day that the long-divorced Pain Killer began to find their way back.
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