Why Different?

Not The End

Finding the woman he loved right next to him when he opened his eyes in the morning was a dream Juan had kept inside his head a long time ago. A plain face without makeup, strands of hair that spread throughout the surface of the pillow, all of which became a sight that was immediately able to make Juan's smile develop perfectly.

“You're prettier when you sleep.” Juan Mumbled. His long fingers moved mischievously, stroking each side of Zahira's face gently and soulfully.

Forehead, eyebrows, eyelids, nose, cheeks, until the lips that look healthy and supple he fumbled at will. The more down his hand movements, the more his smile widened.

“This is, the lips that if I've been chatty can make ears I'm a pengang all day.” Ledeknya, then passed a slow laugh when his long fingers came into contact again with the chewy lips of Zahira.

Juan could have kissed that lip as much, blindly as there is no tomorrow to channel his passion. But, he didn't do it. The lips should only be plucked when the owner is conscious. In order for him to know, whether the owner objected to accept the presence of Juan's lips or not.

Last night, on her return from the kitchen with a glass of chocolate milk to present to Zahira, they had a chat about a few things. About Zahira's plans going forward with a medical career. About Juan and all the vision of the mission he spilled into the cafe he managed. About the mini playground that will be built one or two years into the future—if they are given the opportunity to get a baby faster. It's also about how many children they want to have.

“How many children do you want?” asked Zahira last night.

“Tersubscribe.” And that was the answer Juan gave.

Of course it would be nice if they could have two or three children to enliven the atmosphere at home. The first son, who is similar to him in order to take care of the mother. The second daughter, who was exactly Zahira so that his wife had a friend chat when she began to get busy with her activities of making a living. Then the third child, it doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl. They will continue to show affection to him. The rush so much that they no longer need to find the love of others they will meet when they grow up.

However, Juan prefers to give up the decision as to why Zahira is fully. Despite the fact that man can only plan and God still determines everything, Juan also knows that it is Zahira's body. The woman who will conceive and give birth, let her body weight rise drastically during pregnancy and must bet her life when giving birth. It would not be wise, then, if she had to force Zahira to conceive and bear children for her, if she did not want to.

In fact, Juan also did not mind if to the end they would not have children. Casually, she tells Zahira that they can adopt cute kids from the orphanage. It makes no difference. Being a parent is not always just about being pregnant and giving birth.

Juan is not a wise man. He's still the same bastard he was before Zahira. His ego was still high, stubborn what else. But for the sake of Zahira and a better life for both of them, he will always try to shift the negative sides of it will not come to the surface too much.

As Papa and Reno—and others— said, this is just the beginning. Because marriage is a worship that he did for life, then Juan must also be ready to continue to learn every day. Learn more patiently. Learn to listen more. Learn to put more pressure on the ego so that everything does not fall apart. Also learn that his love for Zahira is maintained safe, so that they can sail the household ark until the time they later to sandar—home to the lap of God.

Long before today, or rather the day she met Zahira, marriage was not something that was in her life plan. But now, he with all his heart will live it.

“Morning, Darling.” Sapa Juan when he felt Zahira's body wriggling slowly in his arms.

When the beautiful eyelids he looked at so slowly opened, Juan again carved a perfect smile. “Where's sleep? Yappy?” tanyakanya.

Let the head come as an answer. Later, Juan grew increasingly powerless to withstand the violent explosion in the chest as Zahira moved closer, smuggling the face into the chest of her field while the woman's arms hugged her waist tightly.

“Paited.” Zahira's great-grandson.

Juan chuckled softly, then returned Zahira's embrace so that the small body sank even more. “This yours. You can drop here whenever you want.” The word Juan refers to the chest of his field which is now used as a hiding place.

Zahira also laughed, he who was originally a hard-line physical touch was clearly happy to be given such a green light. Before getting married, Umi is always an easy target for him to hug until satisfied. And now that he has Juan, he seems to be doing more of it now.

“Today we want to do? Lounging all day?” Juan pulled away a little. Not much, just until he could peek a little at his wife's face.

“Ngak. Said Abi, lazy is satan.” Zahira also pulled her face from Juan's chest. A little looked up to her in order to return her husband's gaze.

“Continue, what do you want? Make baby?” juan Goda.

This time, the temptation was not too strong. Perhaps Zahira was also more adapted, so instead of blushing like the previous one, the woman just shook her head slowly while patting Juan's cheek.

“I want to plant flowers in the backyard. You want to help me?” the woman said after putting a small pinch on her husband's cheek.

“Yes.” Answer Juan. “But not free, yes. I'm asking for wages.”

“What's the reward?”

“Cium.” He answered, pointing at his own lips. “Three times.”

Zahira smears a smile, “Bby.” Said.

Cheers did not escape Juan as Zahira immediately granted the man's request. Three kisses were sprinkled onto her lips, the bonus of one more kiss that landed sweetly on the cheek.

“I already paid in front, plus the bonus too, so you should sincerely help me.”

“The phone is less.” Then without further ado, Juan grabbed Zahira's lips. At first only give light kisses, then the movement began to turn into slow sinks that make Zahira also move to retaliate.

The meeting of two lips without being accompanied by each other was long enough. With a steady tempo, the two take a sweet sip from each other's lips. Every now and then they let go of the pagutan, only to take a breath while looking at each other and chuckling softly. Then when their breathing regained order, they started it again.

“I can do this all day, really.” Whisper Juan when the next morning they came off again.

Juan was back laughing. “I know, I know. But before planting flowers, we must first take care of your stomach from earlier the sound of asking for food.” Juan's index finger pricked Zahira's stomach which rang several times. Last night when she claimed to be hungry, it seemed that the woman was not entirely just unreasonable.

“Whose way?”

“I.” Juan pointed to himself, and they laughed together. “I'll be responsible. There, you wash your face with a toothbrush, let me cook for us breakfast.” Slowly, Juan released Zahira from his embrace. Although his arms were no more cushioned than the pillows they used, he remained cautious while passing Zahira's head there.

“Emang can you cook?”

“Can.”

“What cooking?”

“Air.” Chirps Juan while grimacing.

Zahira should say ‘biar mateng’ so that guyonan succeed. However, the woman even grumbled saying, “Air will not make full, bloated doang existing.”

Juan was anxious, so he advanced again, approaching Zahira who was already in a sitting position on the bed. Then, he bit his wife's nose, making the owner pierce.

“JUJU!!”

“Don't be too jolly so, I won't be able to not bite you.”

Zahira manyun while rubbing her nose. “Sick tofu!”

“Later I'm on medication.” Said Juan. “But now I have to go to the kitchen first to make breakfast. You hunt wash your face with teeth, later I call if my cooking is finished.”

Before leaving, Juan gave another kiss to Zahira's forehead. Then he darted out into the kitchen to make something.

Remember last night when he told Zahira that he had not had time to fill the groceries in the refrigerator? That's actually a lie. He had already stoked the groceries to make his refrigerator full. Snack and some soft drinks should even be stored in the storage cabinet because the space for them is already filled with other food ingredients.

Whistling happily, Juan descended one by one the stairs. In his head, already well planned he was about to cook what. Armed with the knowledge he got from the internet and several trials, he was already confident to serve the food to Zahira.

“Could make isrti, check.” Celotenya, imitate the style of speech of the content creators when they want to start the action.

That morning, Juan was in a good mood. His bright smile even rivaled the light of the sun working hard alone illuminating the earth.

Again, he knew this was not the end. It is only the initial chapter that he will continue to revise to arrive at the best chapter according to his version before he decides to close the book and end their story in the most perfect state.

...—Tamat—...

Huh uh??? Finished???

Yes, it's over. What else do you want to see???

But first of all, I want to say thank you to those of you who already want to spend time reading this work that is far from perfect.

May you be healthy and happy always.

I love you guys, to the moon and back & I love you guys & you

Udah, yes, I want to go healing so as not to go crazy wkwkwk

See you in another book, bye bye!!!

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Nitip Baskara same Reno used to be here bentar wkwk