Losing Us
Unappreciated

As strong as Anara in refraining from coming out of the room and appearing before Olin, she was still an ordinary human who needed food intake so as not to faint. So, with a heavy heart, Anara went down to the kitchen with the intention of preparing lunch— for herself.

The splashing sound of rainwater falling into a backsound that accompanies the swing of Anara's ogah-ogahan steps. Although it did not fall too hard, but a gray cloud that ruled since that morning seemed to be a sign that the rain would not stop anytime soon.

Peace. That was all Anara could describe to represent her current mood. At least, until he set foot at the end of the stairs and his eyes began to be able to find the existence of Olin who was laying down on the sofa.

At first glance, nothing is wrong. The woman lay herself on a long, maroon sofa with one hand supporting her head. His gaze was fixed forward, on the big television screen that was broadcasting drama—yang Anara herself did not know what the title was. However, if seen better, there is one sight that is very disturbing—and ends up making Anara stroke the chest so that her prey.

My skin was strewn across the floor, though there is a small trash can that Anara had deliberately placed near the foot of the table to make it easier for anyone who is watching while cool so as not to bother going to the kitchen just to throw away garbage. However, the existence of the trash can was like invisible in Olin's eyes so that the woman preferred to spread the skin carelessly.

Anara is not a typical crazy with cleanliness, but seeing garbage scattered like that clearly makes her disturbed. The thing is, Arsenio didn't hire a housekeeper so no matter what kind of mess happened in this house, it was Anarah who had to take care of it.

Whahuh? Tell Olin to clean up the trash? No, thank you. Anara won't try even if you say the odds are more than 10 percent. Because what? Because he did not want to end up being the target of Arsenio's anger for such trivialities. It was enough for the man to care about anything else.

Finally, carrying a weight as heavy as the glorified Mount Fuji, Anara continued her steps towards the kitchen. Let the garbage be cleaned later, after filling the stomach to have additional energy.

Arriving in the kitchen, Anara was silent for a while in front of the pantry. From inside the room, he still had no idea what to eat this lunch. In addition to not initially intend to go down, Anara is also actually quite lazy to dwell with various cooking utensils that he has been washing with difficulty this morning.

It took a few minutes until finally Anara could decide to cook Indomie kuah taste of his favorite chicken soto. Coincidentally, it was raining outside. Eating noodles in this weather is the best choice according to Anara.

The idea had been obtained, the ingredients he wanted to use for cooking were also available in the refrigerator. So Anara immediately executed the idea so as not to waste too much time.

Because basically Anara's appetite is not too complicated, a serving of Indomie soup with a topping of two half-cooked eggs has been successfully served in less than five minutes. The smell of the gravy is so strong that saliva gathers in the oral cavity. Stimulate hunger in the stomach so that began to arise spoiled turmoil from his small stomach.

“Mari eat!” exclaimed Anara while lifting the spoon parallel to the chest.

Anara has read the prayer. Some sheets of noodles have also been wrapped into the cutlery and ready to be fed into the mouth. But he did not do it because suddenly Olin came, without permission to pull the chair and sit right next to him.

Forced, Anara clenched her mouth. The spoon that was in front of his mouth also he lowered, then with the manners that he carried attached inside, Anara offered Olin whether the woman would also be made Indomie.

“Gue wants to eat already.” The love, with no guilt at all. Olin did not even wait until Anara handed her the noodle bowl. His thin hand just got into action, pulling Anara's bowl and instantly claiming it as his own.

Once again, Anara could only give in. After all, it wasn't classy that he had to fight with Olin just because of a bowl of noodles. Finally, Anara chose to get up, rushed to make new noodles because the worms in her stomach had been protesting for nutrition.

While waiting for the water in the pot to boil, Anara noticed Olin enjoying her homemade noodles without much comment. Then at that point, he increasingly understood that they were completely different.

No, Anara. You cannot humble yourself. Anara patted her cheek slowly. As a reminder that he does not continue the scene comparing. Wouldn't it be better for him to focus on preparing food so that the worms in his stomach don't move more brutally?

After struggling with the steam of the hot stove, Anara managed to make one more serving of Indomie. Without waiting for long, he immediately brought a new bowl to the dining table. Although it is not as big as before, but his enthusiasm to eat this homemade noodles is still quite a lot.

“Mari eat.” Anara spoke slowly before putting the still hot noodles into her mouth.

Anara thought, she was already unlucky enough because her food was snatched when she was hungry. But apparently, it's still not much. Because he had just eaten a bite, Olin knowingly put down his spoon, then filled the glass with water and gulped it down to the toilet.

“Why?” ask Anara. Looking at the spoon that had been placed in the prone position, he knew Olin would not touch the many remaining noodles anymore.

“Gue is done. Mi made lo not good.” Her speech.

Patience. Withstands. Can't be emotional. Her mother said emotions could cause more problems, so Anara had to hold herself back. Although in fact, he was eager to grab the bowl of noodles and spill the contents into Olin's head who had no idea what it contained.

“If you don't like it, why did you ask, Olin?” ask Anara. Still trying to use a meek tone like a royal princess.

But Olin's answer again put his patience to the test.

“Gue thought your cooking was delicious, it turned out enggak.” Then with his leisure, he left Anara and Indomie's bowl which he saw as a nelangsa.

Anara's chest rumbled. Bad whispers came from both sides of his ears. They say exactly the same thing. Asking Anara to run over to Olin and then splash Indomie sauce on the girl's head so that her beautiful unraveling brown hair no longer emits the smell of expensive shampoo that makes Anara insecure all the time.

I can't, An. You must be patient. And once again, Anara tried to calm herself down.

Anara is not a typical person who can explode when angry. Conversely, when something goes wrong and ends up hurting, he will break down tears. Just like this afternoon, when Olin steadfastly left the food she had made with great difficulty and acted as if what she was doing was nothing big.

“Out there are many people who can't eat, Olin. But you even let this food end in vain.” Murmured Anara while feeding noodles into the mouth. While his other one hand was busy wiping away the free-falling tears without any obstructions.

Oh my God...if Anara had been crying this way, how would the other days pass later?

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