Losing Us
The Lost Friend

At seven o'clock, when Anara came down again to the kitchen to fill a bottle of drinking water, she was forced to cover the front to welcome Arsenio. Olin had already run to the front door, wearing only a pink shirt belonging to Arsenio that only covers up to the thigh. Makes smooth skin plastered everywhere.

Anara stopped her steps in the dividing area between the living room and the living room. Watching Olin and Arsenio already struggling with each other. Both of Olin's arms were draped around Arsenio's neck, while Arsenio's two sturdy arms were coiled around Olin's slender waist.

From where she stood, Anara could see clearly when their lips met again. Once in a while they make, to cause a subtle sound that over time invades the entire sense of hearing. They seemed to have their own world, as if Anara's existence was completely invisible even though it was obvious she had a face-to-face encounter with Arsenio when their link paused to take a breath.

But stupidly, Anara didn't leave there. That intimate sight was still continuing to be carried in front of him. Until where when Arsenio knew to lift the body of Olin and the girl hooked her legs on the waist Arsenio, look so comfortable in a sling of a man who incidentally is the husband of another person. Then, Arsenio's slender body dropped slowly onto the sofa, and they continued their fun activities regardless of whether Anara was still a spectator or not.

Anara is not very holy. Although he had never come that far with men, he still knew that what they were doing now would not just stop. There were definitely other hotter things they would do next, and Anara did not have such a dirty brain to stand watching everything.

So, after taking a breath many times, Anara moved on. Drinking water bottle he's clutching tight. Because Anara felt that was all she had right now.

Arriving at the room, Anara locked the door tightly. The bottle of water he kept on the nightstand as usual, then he grabbed the phone and climbed into the bed. Still quite late afternoon to go to sleep, so rather than be confused what to do, Anara just idly open her Instagram account that has been almost 2 months he did not see at all.

Because Anara is not included in the ranks of popular humans, there are not many notifications that exist when he managed to open his Instagram account. In total there are only 6 notifications, 4 of which are notifications for friendship suggestions, while 2 others are like notifications for the last upload that Anara made.

It was a twilight photograph that Anara photographed as she was on her way home after visiting her favorite bookstore. A twilight where the sky presents a soothing blend of warm colors. The traffic jam in front of him was an ordinary sight. Every day, in the city where he used to live, such a bottleneck was already unavoidable. But thanks to the beautiful treats of the twilight sky, jammed that afternoon does not mean much.

Speaking of twilight, Anara did not specifically have any interest in him. He did not admire her to such an extent, but also did not harbor hatred towards any of God's fascinating works. Anara is in the middle. There were times when she thought her presence was helpful enough to get rid of the bumps, and there were times when Anara didn't have time to just check what color mix was on it that day.

However, there was one person that Anara knew so fondly of twilight. Just like her who could never escape the temptation of the smell of the sea and the sound of the melodious waves.

She was the current friend of High School that Anara had told me about before. His name is Pradipta Aksara. Yes, men. She was a year older, and she was the only friend who was always by Anara's side when it felt like the world was not being kind to her. Anara called him Asa, and the man never bothered about it even though to others, he always wanted his name to be called complete—Aksara.

After graduation, Anara lost her track. The phone number she kept in the name of Aksara could not be reached, and Anara could not find men everywhere because it was a human relationship.

Over the years, Anara tried to break up their separation. He just thought, the words about “Life about coming and going and receiving and losing” is something that is true. That he could not force anyone to remain by his side even if he wanted to do so.

But lately, when the situation began to feel heavy enough for him to face alone, Anara so back to remember Asa more than the previous days.

“Why do you like the same twilight, anyway, Sa? But the color is that. If it is not orange, golden yellow, it is pinkest. That's also if it's no longer cloudy. Uda so, he came just a moment anyway, abis it went like his existence never existed.”

“Because dusk never give you a leak, An. He never spoiler today want to tell us what color. Like you said, the color is mostly just that, right. If it is not golden yellow, orange, or orange. But, An, actually, she has a lot more colors, and needs special attention if you want to see those rare colors.”

“Iya. You've never, have you, seen dusk come in warm violet? You may also have never found when the sky looks very beautiful with a blend of blue, white, orange, pink, pink, and strangely golden they can blend nicely and do not scramble to look most striking. When it comes to duration .. I feel, precisely because he came just for a while, I can appreciate every moment when he came. Because I know, An, the twilight that I will meet tomorrow will definitely not be the same as I met today.”

“So, that's also why you have so many twilight photos on your phone? Until the memory is full, you instead of delete but instead buy an additional memory card?”

“Iya. You see, every moment is precious, An, and I don't want anyone to miss.”

At that time, they were sitting together on the roof of the school building when the other children had disbanded. It was graduation day, and they decided to stay longer in order to chat more. Back then, all they thought about was; being a student would be extremely busy, so they would probably rarely be able to meet. However, days later, Anara realized that they not only rarely met, but she could no longer contact Asa— at all.

“If someday there is a moment where you again miss the same me, but can not meet, what will you do as a cure miss?”

“Call you.”

“Continue, what else?”

“Udah, phone only. Kan, can't meet.”

“If even call me can't, how?”

“Apaan, anyway. Where are you going? Why can't I call you?”

“Kan only if.”

That very afternoon, Anara did not take Asa's words seriously. After thinking about it, maybe that afternoon actually Ada was about to say goodbye in the right way to her. However, because Anara was too stupid and could not read the signs Asa showed, the man stopped doing so.

“But you should not have disappeared, Asa. There are still many ways to say goodbye, so that I am not confused why you suddenly disappeared.” Monologue Anara.

Just like many years ago when Anara first faced the weight of losing track of an Aksara Pradipta, even tonight she enjoyed that longing alone.

While hoping, hopefully there is still a chance for him to be reunited with the man. Either way whenever that would happen, Anara would wait for that day to arrive patiently.

Seriate