Losing Us
Greyish

As an apology, Arsenio volunteered to accompany Anara to sleep tonight. Armed with a floor mattress that he dragged from inside his own room, the man sat cross-legged on it while watching Anara who was already lying on the bed with a thick white blanket wrapped all over her body to the limit of her neck and part of her face.

“Sleep.” Arsenio said when she saw Anara was still busy with her phone.

“Nanti.” Anara's very small voice made Arsenio forced to open her ears wider in order to hear what the girl said.

If you are not in a guilty mode, Arsenio may give up on persuading Anara to go to sleep immediately. He had better close his own eyes because to be honest, he was already very sleepy.

“Fifteen minutes more, sleep.” The final of Arsenio. Finished not finished Anara with her affairs on the phone, Arsenio will make sure the petite woman like the fairy goes to sleep.

A soft sound was heard. Then shortly after, Anara slightly revealed the blanket until now the thick object dropped to the limit of the chest. The phone that he glorified from earlier was placed under a pillow in the prone position—as he was worried Arsenio could peek at what was inside.

“You don't need to sleep here. I'm okay.” Anara said, only to make Arsenio again snort.

Oh, don't get me wrong. It was an upset reaction that Arsenio showed because Anara had said so a dozen times since she rolled out this floor mattress about two hours ago. I'm nothin. You sleep in your room. On the floor mattress must be hard, you will not be comfortable. And all the other subtle forms of rejection that he had spewed out all. But the end is clear, Arsenio will not move a little from where he is now.

Because, what if Anara's asthma relapses again later, at midnight and she is alone? If there is Arsenio, there is at least someone who will help her do first aid—Arsenio has already figured out what steps she can take to help Anara, on the internet shortly after they both came out of the warehouse.

“How often does your asthma recur?” asked Arsenio after she finished nagging in the heart.

Anara seemed uninterested in talking about her illness, but the girl kept answering. “Not too often. Since last month, this is the first.”

Last month. That means, after they live together in this house, Anara has had a relapse again—and Arsenio does not know it at all.

“Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?” ask the man again.

“Create what? You don't seem to care about me.”

Again, Anara's reply left Arsenio speechless. This Anara rarely spoke to reveal her heart, but once done, Arsenio felt that what the girl said could always make her chest feel like it was splitting.

However, ten seconds Arsenio waited, Anara still hung up her sentence. It was as if the girl had deliberately wanted to buy time so that Arsenio's curiosity increased much more rapidly.

“Lanjin.” Demand Arsenio. Can't hold back anymore.

The first thing Anara did was take a deep breath, then pulled back the blanket to cover her lips so that when she said, “It's nothing,” Arsenio could barely hear it.

“What's nothing?” the men are still dissatisfied.

“Ya is nothing.” Anara with her stubbornness. “Mother doesn't know about this, so you don't have to tell me. I don't want Mommy to worry.”

Mother doesn't know? But the question is not asked Arsenio directly because it is too lazy to repeat the question that the answer is clear.

Even so, Arsenio remained pensive again. To him, this Anara still looked gray. When he first saw the girl, Arsenio thought Anara was a clean white sheet of paper that accidentally flew in the wind and had to land in her colorful place. But the more here, the more dark colors that appear, as more Arsenio finds Anara in a bad condition.

Once, one night, when it was raining so hard and the electricity in their housing complex was cut off, Arsenio found Anara crying alone in the kitchen. His restrained content actually makes sad vibes more felt. While from behind the wall that had no ears, Arsenio could only watch the tears of the girl being drained all out.

And... Know what Arsenio found the next day? He found Anara smiling so brightly as she thrust a plate of fried rice with egg rolls at him. Proudly the girl said the fried rice was a new recipe that she developed from browsing on the internet, and Arsenio was an easy target to use as a test ingredient.

Anara's smile that morning was so bright that it almost made Arsenio forget that the night before, she had seen the girl crying so that her prey.

“Why should it be kept alone if it makes you trouble later?” ask Arsenio. Curious, what kind of answer would Anara give for such a question.

And that answer turned out to make Arsenio even harder to determine what color is more dominant than an Aishalma Anara.

“What do you do to share it, if the edges, I have to stay alone?” he replied, which at once became their last conversation because after that, Anara cut off all contact and began to close her eyes. Without a good-night sentence like he said kindly on the first night they came home, almost two months ago.

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