Losing Us
Uninvited

The sound of the bell that was pressed many times made Anara forced to stop from preparing food. Arsenio was still sleeping, on the floor mattress in her room because the man actually refused to move into her room despite a dozen times Anara persuaded.

After washing her hands and drying them using a tissue, Anara walked to the front door to immediately welcome the guest who came early in the morning and then at six.

There was no other name that crossed his head other than Mother, because indeed for almost two months of living here, only Mother guest that he and Arsenio had. Arsenio also seems typical who does not like to accept coworkers or circle friends to come to his residence. The man looked like someone who upheld his name of privacy.

Before opening the door, Anara prepared a mainstay smile to welcome someone behind the door, if the person is real Mother. If not, it doesn't matter either. At least he did not welcome guests with a sour face.

The door in front of Anara opened. A friendly greeting is already at the tip of the tongue, ready for it to spit out. However, the sentence ended up stuck in the throat when the one Anara met at the door was not Mother, but Olin. Yes, Olin. Arsenio's beautiful lover was plenary. After the wedding, this was the first time they met again.

Not much has changed from the way Olin looked at Anara. It was still full of resentment and hatred as if Anara was the greatest calamity that befell the girl's life.

“Oh, hi.” Sapa Anara clumsy. The smile that he had set naturally now turned stiff, because Olin did not return the smile at all.

In fact, without permission, Olin sneaked in, pushing Anara's smaller body away from him to make Anara stagger and almost fall if only his hand did not swiftly hold on to the wall.

“Mana Gala?” tanyanya while circulating the view to all corners.

“Still asleep.” Anara answered as is.

Olin who was observing the living room turned around, squealing dislike towards Anara. “Whose room? Her room or yours? Or .... your room?” toodong.

Waduh....for this one, should Anara also answer honestly?

“Morning is coming?” between a hoarse voice errr—sexi from the back of Olin's body.

Arsenio appears still wearing pajamas. Her jet hair is a little messy, but her face already looks fresh—seems like she had time to wash her face.

“Intentional.” Sahut Olin's. He glanced cynically again at Anara, before finally galloping towards Arsenio and knowingly anchored a friendly kiss on the man's lips.

“Intentionally?” arsenio asked, following along glanced at Anara who was still standing in the doorway—like a fool.

“Iya, intentionally. I want to snegep-in you, again sleep with him or enggak.”

Wow, this can't be allowed. Olin constantly glanced cynically at Anara, making her feel like a death row inmate about to be executed. So before he gets involved deeper, Anara decides to run away.

“I go to my room first, call me if you need something.” Pamit Anara, then slid into her room to sterilize her eyes and mind from the hot scenery she found on this sunny morning.

...🥀🥀🥀...

From the beginning of his arrival, Olin had already asked Anara to do this and that. Starting from as simple as asking for drinking water, to the absurd things that make Anara then think; do beautiful people usually have a rather complex mindset?

Just imagine, the girl Iru asked Anara to daub her lentic fingernails using pink nail polish. It must not be scratched in the slightest, or he will ask Anara to repeat it until it truly becomes a perfect form.

Oh, that's not the worst. Olin also asked Anara to make a lunch in the form of shrimp fried rice, but she did not want any shrimp in it because she was allergic, but she wanted her fried rice to have a legal flavor. Confused? Same. Anara too.

Anara felt.

“How do I make fried rice shrimp flavor, but do not use shrimp?” ask Anara. Because perhaps, it is he who does not understand that such cuisine does exist.

However, what Olin did instead made him stroke the chest. Casually, the girl puts her shoulders together and says, “Where do I know.” Then he approached Arsenio who was relaxing in the middle room.

Already feeling outrageous, Anara decided not to do what Olin asked this time. With a bold move, he followed Olin to inform him of his objections to the task Olin had given him.

However, Anara ended up mentally affected because when she reached the middle room, she instead found Olin was on Arsenio's lap. Both of his arms sank spoiled around Arsenio's neck, and not long after, their lips met each other. They make out freely. Like this world is theirs both and everyone else—including Anara—just like space dust is nothing.

Anara wants to turn around. Immediately blurred so that his eyes are not increasingly contaminated. However, Anara realized that she needed to continue her intention to raise her objection so that Olin would not wait and hoped that the shrimp-flavored fried rice she requested would be available.

“Ekhem!” Anara cleared her throat hard to interrupt the activities of Olin and Arsenio are getting hotter.

Well, it worked, anyway. But Anara was also so stoned by the terrible glare of the two lovers who were in love.

“Sorry to bother you guys, but I just want to say that fried rice shrimp flavor but without the shrimp you ask it is impossible for me to make. So, with a heavy heart, I apologize for not being able to provide what you want.” Anara said at length.

But do you know what he got after that? Olin simply flicked her hands in the air, signaling Anara to hurry up because she was more interested in going back to making out with Arsenio.

“Yes, yes, I know.” Anara chimed in while turning the eyeballs.

“Install a room, don't wander. I'm the same Olin want to have fun without anyone bothering.”

Yes, who would want to disturb their hot activities, O Arsenio Galandra? There ain't! If Anara could say that out loud in front of Arsenio's face, it would probably be fun too.

But unfortunately, Anara's courage was still not that much. So he just nodded and left Arsenio and Olin. So that the two of them can go back to having fun like they want.

Seriate