Why Different?

Bagong

"Si Adnan Bagong used to play here, Za?"

Zahira shook his head slowly to hear Juan calling Adnan Adnan as Adnan Bagong. He knew that his lover did consider Adnan as a mortal enemy, but it does not have to change people's names, right?

"His name is Adnan Surya, Ju, don't like to change people's names carelessly." He rebuked after sitting on the other side of the chair.

"No, it's called Adnan Bagong." Juan was stubborn. The piece of warm mendoan tempeh that Zahira had just placed on the porch table directly he was sambar, put in his mouth and he chewed with vigor.

Previously, Juan intended to go home soon after the adhan maghrib finished reverberating and Zahira and his family finished praying. But thanks to the existence of Si Adnan Bagong, Juan so undo the intention. He'll stay here, until that shitty guy steps down.

"Why don't you like it so much with Mas Adnan?" ask Zahira astonished. Juan is jealous. Naturally, to be able to get his heart first, the man had to fight desperately and sacrifice many things. But all this time the level of jealousy that Juan had not made him hate other people really, not like he now did to Adnan. "When he never looks like anything or I want to dance because of you."

Pieces of tempe mendoan that can actually still be bitten twice even Juan greedy at once, making his mouth full and his cheeks bulging so badly that he must finish chewing first can only answer Zahira's question. "It's precisely because he's secretly so I'm sprained." The answer was after swallowing. The glass of water that Zahira had prepared he took and filled it he sank until the toilet. "He's a typical person who quietly drifts away, you know? The mode here is to make Abi studies, even though the original all want to steal a look."

"Know where? Remember, you can't suudzon the same guy, Ju." Zahira. Never tired of him to always remind Juan to be a better person. "If his real intention is just to make Abi study, what? Your sins are bad enough to think of him, that's the fall of slander."

While clucking bitterly, Juan moved to pluck one more and bite it violently. "I'm a guy, Za, and Adnan Bagong is a guy. So more or less I know, I can differ which is sincere, which is mode."

Surrender already. Zahira was no longer able to persuade Juan to stop putting up antipathy towards Adnan. Already, let it be, let the man do what he wants, later also tired himself.

"But, Za," Juan stopped his chewing, as did Zahira who instantly hung a piece of the mendoan tempeh in front of his mouth. "You have no intention of being interested in Adnan Bagong, right?"

"Ju, please, Iah. Where does anyone want to be interested in the same people should be planned first?" Zahira shakes her head again. The more he came here, he felt Juan was getting weird.

"Tuh, right, it means there is a possibility that you will be interested in Adnan Bagong, right? Don't like me." Juan pretended to sulk. Tempe mendoan that he held was still half left, but he was not interested to spend it so that the remaining pieces he returned to the plate. Slightly slovenly and disrespectful, indeed. "Bete ah, same with you." Then he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Instantly, Zahira's taste for mendoan made by Umi just disappeared. He put the food on the plate. Then, without saying anything, he spread his arms wide. "here." Her speech.

Juan looked over, still with pouting lips. "What?" he asked, pretending not to know.

"You want a hug, right? You if again kangen usually like strange thoughts, right? Here, I hug to let his ugly thoughts go away."

Hearing that, Juan could not help but smile. Right, right, about him saying that Zahira is his sensitive son? There was no need for her to talk much even if the woman already knew what to do to make him stop sulking.

"Now so? In front of the house? If anyone sees how? You're not ashamed? Not afraid of being stricken with neighbors? You will be rubbed again. 'Ih, that's Abi Hamzah's son hugging his girlfriend in front of the house, it's not polite."

"Oh, so don't you want to be hugged? If you don't want to." Zahira was about to lower his arms back, but as quickly as lightning Juan moved closer, he went straight into Zahira's warm embrace.

"Dikasih hugs the woman I love the most, yes time anyway, Za?" muttered. It reached Zahira's ears, making the woman smile.

The embrace lasted only a few seconds, because Juan did not want anyone to see them and Zahira was actually voiced by the neighbors. Not funny if suddenly Abi Hamzah and Adnan who were praying together in the mosque came home and caught them hugging. It would be awward, and Juan wouldn't want that to happen.

Even though it was only a few seconds, the hug was still able to make Juan feel better. Yes, it can not immediately eliminate the feeling of dislike towards Adnan, anyway. But at the very least, through that hug Juan had more reason not to be afraid. At least he knew, until this second, Zahira's heart still belonged to him.

"That dong smile, people really pout hobby."

"You're so pretty anyway, Za, so I'm afraid you're still afraid of being stabbed by each other."

"Don't you believe me?"

Juan shakes. "I believe in you, but I don't believe in the same guys you know, especially Adnan Bagong."

"Udah, don't talk about it. Mending you eat again nih praying, selenin." Zahira suddenly thrust a prayer into Juan's mouth, making the man inevitably have to accept it.

With a small grumble, Juan still ate the mendoan. Then the next second, he smiled when he heard a soft laugh gliding from Zahira's lips. Making women happy is not difficult. Only with simple things and random behavior that sometimes beyond reason alone can make Zahira's smile rise so beautiful.

When they were enjoying a happy moment together, just know how to hear greetings from the gate. The two stopped laughing and turned to the gate at the same time. Apparently, Abi Hamzah and Adnan have returned from the mosque.

"Kok outside anyway, Za? Not cold?" ask Abi Hamzah.

"Long, deh, Bi." Somewhat panicked, Juan told Abi Hamzah that. He turned back to Zahira. "Have you said it! There are you like who deliberately ngajak I sit here so I can squirm mas-mas back and forth from the mosque. Aye, right? I'm you."

"Well, how about playing victim?"

"You started first."

"Norgin."

"Yes, you too."

"Sugly man."

"Zahira je—" Juan immediately braked suddenly. No, she wouldn't say Zahira was ugly because she always looked beautiful in her eyes.

"What's? Zahira what?"

Challenged so, Juan even shone. "Zahira is beautiful, kind, polite, diligent saving, loving, uhhhhhhhh it's perfect."

The ludicrous answer not only made Zahira who was chuckling, but also Abi Hamzah who even to the head of the ring saw the interaction of two young people who were in love.

The only one who did not laugh at Juan was Adnan. The man looked uncomfortable.

"Bi, I'm coming home, yeah." Adnan said amid the laughter that had not subsided. Automatically, everyone's attention was immediately drawn to him.

"Oh, yeah, be careful on the road, Adnan boy." Abi thrusts his hand to be kissed by Adnan. Afterwards, the three of them let Adnan pass by leaving Zahira's house by riding his motorcycle.

"Hu, you're a bagong." Juan grumbled in a soft voice after Adnan and his bike disappeared from sight.

Zahira who heard it then elbowed Juan's stomach, making the owner complain of pain. "Udah, Juananda, don't think that's it." Scold that woman.

However, as if already having a grudge, Juan again opened his mouth. "Rabbit. You're a Bagong." This time with a louder voice that made Abi Hamzah turn his head with a frown.

"Huh? Who's the Bagong?" asked the man in wonder.

Asked so, Juan was quite irritant, inversely proportional to Zahira who had put up a face of anxiety. "No, Bi, that was we again talking to my office friend, called him Bagong because his son prefers the same illegal."

Whoa... Zahira did not expect that reason to come out of Juan's mouth. Indeed, yes, if basically good at shiny tongue yes so, there is only a thought to answer.

"Astaghfirullah...." Abi Hamzah.

That's how it is, Juan was following along. "Astaghfirullah's. It has to be diruqyah, right, Bi?"

"Is he a Muslim?"

"They are, Bi." Chirps Juan while grimacing.

If such a random conversation had begun between Juan and Abu, then Zahira knew his time with Juan was up. After this, Juan belonged to Abi. The two of them will talk about more things, ranging from random to serious ones such as stock prices and global warming issues.

For that, Zahira also resigned to resign, giving room for a pair of prospective in-laws and daughter-in-law to familiarize themselves.

"Let's chat if you want to go home."

Zahira nodded, then went inside the house.

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