Losing Us
Should You Feel Happy?

Anara gasped when her arm was pulled suddenly from behind. The phone he was holding fell to the floor, clashing with broken glass so that it made a noise in the middle of the silence of the night.

“Surge.” Arsenio's heavy voice that sounded hoarse made Anara's fur crumble. Frightened, he glanced towards Arsenio who was standing upright beside him, still faithfully clutching his arm.

Time seemed to run slowly when Anara quietly observed the beautiful face of Arsenio which was still clearly visible under minimal lighting. When he went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, Anara did not deliberately turn on the lights because she thought it was too troublesome. However, he ended up making a fuss over accidentally nudging the glass on the dining table due to limited vision.

“Tomorrow drinking water in the room, so you do not need to go down to the kitchen at midnight like this.” Arsenio said before releasing her hand from Anara's arm.

There was a strange feeling when the physical contact ended. Anara felt an alien emptiness. Before this, he was fine. After all, how could such a simple physical contact make his heart pound ungodly? Doesn't that make too much sense?

Anara saw Arsenio cleaning up the broken glass deftly. The man looked so meticulously picking up the tiny flakes, making sure nothing was left behind. After that, Arsenio got up. He brought with him the broken glass he had collected in a crackle bag to a trash can near the sink. Anara could only silently observe each movement of the man.

“There are injuries not?” arsenio asked after returning to stand in front of Anara.

It took a bit of looking up so that Anara could line up the view. Then his body suddenly felt stiff as his eyes rubbed with a dark bead Arsenio that felt misleading.

Anara's breathing was difficult. His throat was choked and his heart seemed to stop beating for a few seconds when his small hand was suddenly pulled by Arsenio. And the next thing the man did was successfully make Anara lose the stock of vocabulary in the head.

Slowly, Arsenio flipped through Anara's hands. Examine carefully in case any part of the girl's hand is injured. The man clucked when he found a long, cut wound near Anara's little finger. Although it does not bleed furiously, but the wound still leaves a considerable pain.

Without saying anything, Arsenio pulled Anara's arm and pulled the chair and sat the girl there. The man then ran into the living room, to return shortly afterwards with a P3K box. Arsenio squatted down while taking out the red medicine and wound plaster from inside the P3K box she had placed on the floor.

Anara could feel how painfully Arsenio was when she applied the red medicine to the wound on her hand. Such injuries have often been obtained when he once pestered Mama in the kitchen. A wound as small as this really doesn't mean much.

Why does Arsenio seem so concerned? On a wound this small?

“Small injuries only, Arsenio. No need to wear plaster.” Anara pulled her hand when Arsenio was about to stick the wound plaster with yellow flowers.

However, Arsenio quickly held back her hand. In the end, Anara could only resign as the man continued his activities.

“There is no such thing as a small or large wound. The name of the wound, still must be treated so that no infection.” Arsenio. After saying that, he passed carrying a P3K box.

All Anara could do was look at Arsenio's strapping back that was moving away and slowly disappearing behind the turn, then sigh later.

Arsenio still looks too far away for him to reach. Let alone hoping to be loved by the man, to just make friends seems still too difficult. Even after a few times they interacted lately.

Anara's own fault. Why did he agree to marry a man who already had a lover? Wouldn't it be outrageous that he still dared to protest about Arsenio's cold attitude towards him? Anara should be aware of her position, right? Because at any time, what is in Arsenio's heart is still not him, but Olin the beloved lover.

Anara will just sit on the bed when the door of her room is knocked slowly. Finally, he got up again, walking towards the door with a breath exhaled several times.

When the door opened, Anara found Arsenio standing there. Stare flat for a few seconds before finally thrusting a 2-liter bottle of drinking water towards him.

Anara's eyebrows are confused. Why would Arsenio give him a bottle of this big drinking water? If this was done only so that Anara did not wander in the kitchen at midnight and could have broken the glass to disturb her sleep, it seems too excessive. Did you know that Arsenio thinks Anara is some kind of barking cow that needs to drink a lot of water in one night?

“Let's not down to the kitchen.” Arsenio. His tone was as flat as the face he was presenting.

“Still.” Despite this, Anara still received a light blue drinking bottle with a funny sticker that filled the entire body of the bottle.

Anara was a bit unprepared when Arsenio turned the bottle over to her hand completely. As it turned out, the drinking bottle was quite heavy. Ah, he momentarily forgot that the capacity is 2 liters. But, why should Arsenio fill it to the brim?

“Weight.” He has a whining reflex, but Arsenio seems unconcerned. “If only for overnight you don't need this much water, Arsenio.” Said Anara again, still putting on a slashing expression.

And once again, Arsenio seemed unconcerned. His face was still flat. Only, now it has been added with both hands crossed in front of the chest. Makes Anara feel like a kind of kindergarten student who is being scolded by her teacher for fighting over toys with friends.

“Make all day. If I look around, this lo his son is careless, so I have to anticipate.” Said the man. “Lo can make a glass at any time, not only at night doang. If you break one glass a day, long glasses in our house will run out.”

Anara gawked at Arsenio's utterance which sounded exaggerated, but it also made sense at the same time. Anara had to admit, she was reckless. And Arsenio was right about the possibility of her breaking the glass often.

“Ngapain bengong there? Back to bed there!” ketus Arsenio, make Anara to blink quickly so surprised.

“Ya your still standing there.” Anara hums slowly.

“This I want to go. There, close the door!” said Arsenio again still with a tone. Then the man just shakes like someone who has no sin. Leaving Anara gawking like a fool.

But, not until Anara closed the door, Arsenio knew to stop the step and back to make a sound so that he would not want to re-open the door of his room.

“Thank you for the food this afternoon. Delicious.” It's been. Just like that and Arsenio again passed.

While Anara was left struggling with my own thoughts, to decide; should she be pleased with Arsenio's last words?

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