Why Different?

Coming Home's

A series of grueling reception events were finally over as well. Baskara and Blue are also still there, accompanying the two brides to finish everything until now they are ready to go home.

Before returning home, Juan pulled Baskara over. As if he had not been satisfied talking to the man, as if if they had split up after this, the time to meet again would not have been as much as it used to be.

“Photo first.” Juan said as he hammered Baskara's arm towards an area he felt was suitable for taking photos.

Baskara according to him. The black suit that he had previously with him tipped to Sabiru, while the sleeves of his shirt that were all still intact were now both rolled up to the elbow limit. Previously, the black tie that hung on the collar of his shirt was landslide, but Baskara quickly put it back because he wanted to look neat when photographed.

Since the professional photographer Juan hired to capture the moment of his wedding with Zahira has gone home, Juan took the initiative to become an impromptu photographer. His photography skills are not as good as Fabian's, but it's also possible to just take photos for memories.

“Ren! Booth!” he shouted, at the once-delayed Reno walking towards them.

“Propay!” Reno back nagging. The tiny man walked in a hurry while reattaching the suit that was attached to his body. “Well, come.” He said when he arrived, and immediately embraced Baskara's shoulders.

“Lo kayak want graduation photos, anjir, neat really!” Juan sneering. Though it would be nice if Reno did not attach the black suit to his body. The effect is not too formal.

But the protests and scorn did not necessarily make Reno care. She bodo very, keep posing like what she wants. Both of his hands went into his pants pocket, while the corners of his lips were only slightly drawn to form a thin smile that seemed economical.

“The smile is a bit wide try, do not like the inner pressure.” Juan's comment again. As a photographer, he certainly wants his photos to be satisfying, right?

“Bacot, game!” Reno said so with lips that almost tightly clenched. While Baskara who has posed in the same exact style can only chuckle at the debate between the pair of cousins.

Time may have passed, things have changed as long as they did not meet each other. But one thing Baskara realized was, that changed only the atmosphere and some things that were external. While these friends, it was still exactly the same as he had known all those years ago. Chatty, noisy, childish. But Baskara is still a darling.

“Ready? One, two, three!”

Czechoslovakia!

One photo was taken. Juan pulled out his thumb, the picture was okay, and they could leave. Yes change, he also wanted to take pictures with Baskara.

However, the rancid Reno even acted. Instead of stepping aside, the man stepped toward Baskara, and began to make other poses more absurd and varied than before.

Juan was furious, he wanted to drag Reno away. However, it was only he did inside the head because the truth was that he remained in compliance. A few more photos he took, according to Reno's wishes. Baskara is just yep. Although the longer the pose Reno made the more absurd, he still served it. Counting as penance for his selfless passing a few years earlier.

Feeling satisfied, then Reno stepped aside, swapping positions with Juan where he is now in charge of becoming an impromptu photographer.

Once. Twice. Three times. Up to a total of eleven times Reno clicked the shutter button, and collected several photos that are not all worthy enough to be displayed. Some look blur, one of them shows Juan whose eyes are bristling, another Juan is mangap, and, and the rest is quite decent to save even though the quality is like taken using an old phone output whose camera is still ala perfungnya.

Reno is not an expert at taking pictures, Juan should know that. So later if Juan protests, he just has to fight the man with arguments that will make Juan kicep. Well, typical Reno once.

“You three photos?” ask Baskara.

“Of course,” Juan nodded. He then groped Reno, placing the man in the right position of Baskara's body while he was on the left side. With Baskara as the center, they took pictures.

His third smile was wide, so that it made Blue, Albert and Zahira who watched from a distance also showed a happy smile.

...🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁...

Juan refused to be delivered by the driver. He chose to drive his own car to a house he does not now live in alone. Fortunately, the two families are not typical of a complicated and too trusting in the name pamali, so they are allowed to profit drive themselves from the reception building.

“You are in, your suitcase let me take it.” Juan said to Zahira, who opened the car door. “Nih, keys.” The connection while handing over the house keys with a hanger shaped cute little teddy bear.

“Since when do you like bears gemes kayak gini?” ask Zahira who even focused on the wrong keychain. Yes naturally, juan is indeed not a typical who likes kiyowo things like that. Muscles and his fierce face have also shown that he prefers to fight Panco rather than collecting funny toys.

“Oh,” Juan paused for a moment from his activity of unpacking luggage, only to look back at the keychain that Zahira meant. “That's Baskara.” The answer.

“Baskara? Meanin? The same as Baskara? He likes the gemoy key chain collection kayak gini?”

“Not.” Answer Juan. Suitcase she put down, then she shut the trunk door. “That space is Baskara. He used to be puffed up and squeaky, like that bear. But now ... yeah, you see for yourself he's not kiyowo anymore.”

“Still.” Zahira said, Juan frowned. Did his wife just admit that Baskara kiyowo? Hm... Can't be allowed.

“You again praise another guy in front of me?” he asked, pretentious to put up a fierce look that even made Zahira laugh. “Heh! Even laugh!”

“Baskara emang kiyowo, you know that too. It's not about me praising another guy, yeah, but I'm validating your previous talk.”

“Alesan.” Juan was still grumbling. “Tell me if you are happy with Baskara. Yes, right?”

“Iya.” Zahira while grinning and smiling happily. Juan's getting inflamed, for sure. His lower lip had advanced a few inches, until it felt like Zahira wanted to tie it using a hair tie.

“What kind of wife blatantly talks about it in front of her husband, huh?” his nag.

In response to that, Zahira simply smiled. It seemed, it was enough to prank Juan this time around. They were both tired from the series of events they had been going through all day. Not to mention a few nights before they were also equally deprived of sleep because they were hit by unbearable groggy. Their heart condition can be much more sensitive than usual, the danger of joking too late. Zahira certainly did not want the first day to be husband and wife instead they missed with a fight because of a joke that crossed the line.

To that end, Zahira immediately withdrew. Then, without warning, the woman brought her face closer, then briefly kissed the lips of her husband who was sweet abis. Effectively. It's a powerful way to make Juan melt, like the polar ice caps that melt because of the warm sun.

“Baskara is cute, but no one is cuter than you in my eyes. You’re the only one, Juananda Saputra.” Bisik Zahira is still in a position of face that is quite close to Juan.

Juan was heavy. If only they were not in front of the house, where anyone could see, Juan would probably just pounce on Zahira, made the woman scream her name so many times that her voice ran out.

“Za,”

“Hmm?”

“Do not mistake me, yes, if tonight we will not sleep until morning.”

Seriate