Losing Us
The Next Morning, When Everything Get Strarted
“Later the night you came home what time?” Having been silent since then and continuing to flicker on Arsenio's arm, Olin finally asked when their steps arrived at the garage.
Arsenio slightly distanced herself. Just to unlock the car and start the engine then go back to Olin's side. “Jam six or seven.” Answer then.
“Go home, right?” ask Olin again.
Arsenio nodded, “Iya, go straight home. Wh why? What do you want to nitip?” He asked back.
As if already being an opiate, Arsenio stared at the beautiful hazel bead Olin. Long enough until then he blinked a few times when his lips were suddenly let out a brief sniff by Olin.
“Not want to nitip anything, I just want you to go home quickly so I can hug and kayak overnight.” He said, accompanied by a sweet, opiate smile.
Arsenio just nodded, because she was too. If only he had been born with a greater capacity than he has now, Arsenio would obviously prefer to spend time with Olin all day. Instead of having to go to the office and meet two-faced people who like to string words to rise slowly from the previous position.
Unfortunately, God did not give Arsenio the confidence to do so. Although technically the company was owned by his late father, and later when Mommy had fully raised her hand the company would be his, Arsenio still had to go there to work.
“Yes, I'm leaving, yeah. You're fine at home. If you can, do not get close to Anara.” Arsenio gave a message. The worry is still there. It wasn't easy for him to leave Olin and Anara together for a considerable period of time as long as he wasn't around.
Hearing Anara's name coming out of Arsenio's lips, Olin again scowled. “The more you say that, the more excited I become to disturb him.” Her chirps.
Arsenio didn't know if the intention was real, or if Olin was just looking to provoke his reaction. However, Arsenio did not respond to him. Instead, he pulled the girl by the waist, brought her closer and kissed the top of her head and kept his lips there for a while. The smell of shampoo emanating from the strands of her hair that were allowed to fall unraveled. Arsenio breathed deeply into the scent as ammunition to make it strong through the day.
Once satisfied, he withdrew. “If there is anything, directly tell me.” Her speech.
“Iya.” Olin answered briefly. Then before completely distancing himself, he again kissed Arsenio's lips. This time it was more than once, and the last kiss he let lasted for quite a while even though no other movement came after it.
“Be careful with the mistress.” Said Olin again after distancing himself.
“Iya, Darling.” Then, Arsenio got into the car and was ready to run it. “See you.” Arsenio said then, then immediately stepped on the gas pedal because the time he had was getting thin.
About 200 meters from the residential area, Arsenio pulled over the car. He then took the phone out of his pocket, paved his fingers on the keyboard and sent the typed message to Antara.
After that, without waiting for a reply coming from Anara—or just checking if the message he sent has been received—Arsenio returned to drive the car. He hopes there will be no chaos after leaving his girlfriend and wife at home for the next few hours.
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It seems, standing in front of the glass door that last night witnessed how miserable he was last night just a moment after he opened his eyes was a wrong choice. Because, because of that, Anara could see another sweet interaction that occurred between Arsenio and Olin. The two seemed to go hand-in-hand, with Olin slinging spoiled on Arsenio's arm and only letting go after they got to the garage.
Anara thought, everything will be finished only on the scene when Arsenio's car starts to come out of their yard. However, his guess was wrong. Olin was still faithfully standing in his place, waiting until Arsenio's car was no longer visible and then the girl swung her steps back into the house.
Anara took a deep breath, then intended to leave her place standing since earlier when the phone she was holding vibrated once, a sign of incoming messages.
Arsenio.
Her name was real on Anara's phone. From the pop up section, there was not much he could see because it seemed that Arsenio wrote a sentence long enough that inevitably, he had to open his message to know the whole sentence that the man sent.
I'm staying at work, you don't macem-macem with Olin. If you can, don't touch each other. You know how much Olin means to me, right? So if anything happens to Olin while I'm not around, you'll bear the consequences.
For the second time, Anara must accept being treated like a criminal. Even if Arsenio wants to open her eyes wide, the man will know that Olin is the one who always looking for trouble with Anara. But since talking to Arsenio would not change anything, Anara decided not to return the message. It won't matter to him either. Isn't it important, he just has to make sure Olin is okay until Arsenio returns home?
“Oke, An, after becoming a shadow wife, your task is to add one more; so a nanny for your husband's lover.” Anara said to herself.
Not wanting to lament anything as much as yesterday, he stepped away. She left her cell phone on the nightstand, and Anara went into the bathroom after making sure the door was locked properly.
Well, Anara just doesn't want Olin to know how to barge in like last night. Because even though this was the house that Arsenio bought, but this room already belonged to Anara, a place where he should be able to feel safe from everything that existed. Anara didn't want anyone to carelessly enter here. At least, that was all he could do to know that he still had the strength to defend himself.
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When you are in a relationship with someone who is not finished with his past, you must be ready to become a shadow lover whose presence becomes gray on many occasions.
The choice is only two; stick with the hope that he will finish slowly, or go to a place where your presence will be better received and appreciated.
On this occasion, I decided to stay, although—entah until when.
From Aishalma Anara, to herself on a rainy morning in January.