Losing Us
The Beginning

After a grueling reception, Anara is carried by Arsenio to her residence. At first, he thought it was the house where Arsenio and the mother had lived all this time. But it turns out, it was a new house that seemed to be deliberately prepared for Anara and Arsenio to live together after marriage.

Anara looked in all directions, observing one by one the things caught by her eyes, then judged them unconsciously.

“Lo's room on the left.”

Arsenio's voice made Anara stop her steps. Somehow, Arsenio turned out to have walked quite far ahead. The man was now standing at the end of the stairs, staring at Anara coldly while pointing towards a room located on the left side of the stairs.

Anara nodded her head. Foolish was the middle name of the woman before, but now, inevitably he had to abolish it because he knew Arsenio would not like the stupidity of reading the situation too slowly.

Without asking anything more, ANara immediately dragged her suitcase, carrying it up the stairs while Arsenio was completely lost from sight. The man did not even mince words to carry Anara's suitcase, and Anara herself felt she had no right to feel hurt.

Arriving at the room that Arsenio pointed at, Anara did not immediately unpack the contents of the suitcase and put it in the closet. Deciding to venture out first, leave her suitcase in front of the open door and walk towards the large glass door covered in deep blue curtains.

Anara flicked the curtains, letting her eyes meet the night sky where moonlight was seen bouncing on the door glass, illuminate the self-reflection that looks faint in the middle of the darkness of the room whose lights have not been able to turn on.

The light of the moon and the darkness of Anara's shadow are a fitting combination, as if confirming that at this point, he could rely on no one but the power of God. The moon that shines brightly is God's power, right? He would not have reigned high enough there if God had not permitted. So with humility as it is, Anara will bow her head for a while, thanking God for at least He did not leave Anara completely alone.

“Mama, Papa, An all right, don't worry.” Whisper Anara after saying thank you to God. Through the reflection of the moonlight that increasingly looks bright, he seemed to be able to see two faces that he so longed for, smiling with brilliant eyes twinkle. “An will be fine, definitely.”

And Anara hoped, that was not just a way she entertained herself.

...🥀🥀🥀...

Arsenio placed her large suitcase near the closet door. It was night, the body was also crumbling so that there was no more energy left that he could use to dismantle the contents in the suitcase. So, for now, Arsenio will let him be silent there, witness how the man—again—were a tragic fate that must marry a woman he does not love.

In the moments when Arsenio's head was as noisy as it is today, Olin had always been the only name that crossed the man's head automatically. The girl was like home, where Arsenio was all tired when she knew her presence would not be accepted everywhere.

Hurt Olin was at the last choice in Arsenio's life, and today, for the first time, he did.

“Congratulations, Gal.”

No. gabe. Supposedly, Olin did not need to say that, even though Arsenio knew the girl was saying it just as a form of formality. Supposedly, Olin went straight from there after the event was over. Or rather, Arsenio never let him come at all.

“Arsenio,”

The voice made Arsenio turn around, then found Anara standing in the doorway of the room with a face she could not read at all.

“What?” asked Arsenio in a cold tone. If asked about how he felt about Anara, Arsenio will answer not to know. He knows, he understands, even if Anara can not do anything about this match. The girl might also want to reject him, but she was unable to.

Even so, still, Arsenio felt this was her fault. Because he had to be an orphan at the wrong time, although surely Anara did not want that to happen. Arsenio did not have someone to scapegoat for, so Anara was the best choice because she was the only stranger to the man.

“Lamp in the bathroom I die, can I borrow the bathroom in your room for a moment? I'm going to take a shower.”

It's not hard to say yes, but there's absolutely nothing to lose. But for some reason, Arsenio shook her head. Imagining the girl would set her foot inside the bathroom in her room was really frustrating. It seemed, not the slightest bit that he was willing that the girl left any traces around him. Completely, Arsenio wanted Anara to keep her distance.

“Not a shower one night will not make you die.” Arsenio said so still with a cold tone of voice. He himself hardly even recognized the voice, so he never did that to others.

Unlike most people who would look offended, Arsenio instead found Anara nodding so lightly. Then without refuting a bit, the girl passed from before him.

Before leaving, he even had time to say "good night" with his soft voice. One thing that made Arsenio more and more convinced to make her a target of an outpouring of anger. For he knew, Anara would accept him with a breastplate.

“Lo will not be able to survive in this bastard world with a soft attitude like that, Anara.” Bisik Arsenio with a voice that could barely be heard by anyone other than himself.

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