Losing Us
Apologies

Time continues to roll with Anara still trying to recover her heart from the evil words that Arsenio said more than a week ago. Since that day, they have not seen each other again. Anara deliberately avoids for fear that she will not be able to withstand the overflow of emotions if in their meeting Arsenio will again throw another spicy sentence that reminds her of the events of that night again.

“Hah, it's over again.” Anara complained when she found her bottle of water empty.

Inevitably, he had to fill it up now. Because if you wait tomorrow morning, Anara could have met with Arsenio considering tomorrow is Saturday and Arsenio's schedule is off. Mother is back, so the possibility for Olin to stay here again is very small. For that one, Anara could slightly sigh in relief. Despite that, he was still reluctant to cross paths with Arsenio.

The dark condition of the house makes Anara have to step extra careful. One hand clutched tightly to the bottle of drinking water, the other held on to the handle of the stairs to avoid the dramatic falling scene.

Anara had absolutely no premonition whatsoever when walking downstairs. Until then, he found Arsenio sitting alone at the dining table with minimal lighting. In front of the man, there was a bottle of wine and an empty glass. Anara guessed, Arsenio had spent quite a long time enjoying the alcohol alone.

At first, Anara thought about turning around. Let him endure thirst all night rather than having to come into contact with a drunk Arsenio. However, when Arsenio's eyes first caught his presence, Anara had no choice but to continue on. He was avoiding Arsenio, but somehow, Anara did not want it to look too obvious.

With great effort to ignore Arsenio's existence, Anara began filling bottles of drinking water from the dispenser. From the tail of his eyes, he could still see that Arsenio was observing his every move. It was not clear what the man's facial expression was, but from the angle at which he looked, Anara was sure Arsenio was indeed looking at him.

Finished filling the bottle, Anara put the cover on and immediately hugged the bottle tightly. Intending to run away as quickly as possible before finally the hoarse voice of Arsenio who called his name made a move Anara was forced to stop.

“Why?” ask Anara.

“Sit.” Arsenio.

Anara could have refused, but her feet instead stepped closer. He pulled up the opposite chair, sat on it and placed the bottle of drinking water on the table and looked at Arsenio fixedly. Arsenio's reddened, soft-looking eyes were a strong indication that the man's alcohol levels were already high enough. Two or three more glasses down, then Arsenio could fall unconscious.

“Lo can drink?” arsenio asked as she poured wine into the glass.

“Can, but I don't want to drink now.” Answer Anara. Her tolerance for alcohol is quite high, that's why Anara chose not to drink because she won't stop before being completely stoned. And to be able to make herself stoned, Anara had to spend at least 2 bottles of wine on herself.

“If so, just sit there, I drink.” Then Arsenio downed the wine in the glass after smelling it for a while.

At Arsenio's request, Anara accompanied the man to a drink without saying anything. All he did was pay attention to how Arsenio poured wine continuously into the glass. Smelled it for a while and immediately downed it like he was downing water.

Although there was no conversation between them, Anara could still read that Arsenio was not in good shape at the moment. There were so many worries that the man kept alone behind his dark bead that now seemed weakly helpless. However, Anara decided to remain silent, not asking anything. No matter how much he actually cares and hopes to help unravel the burden that Arsenio is carrying alone.

Anara did not hate Arsenio for what the man said to her the other day. Humans are so. They could freely say something without thinking first, and Anara would try to understand him because she might as well have done that to others. It's just, Anara realized that she needed time to be able to forget the pain she suffered for Arsenio's behavior.

Silence is Anara's way of doing it.

“If you're done, can I go back to my room? It's night, I want to sleep.”

Don't go anywhere, he said?

“Udah night, I'm not used to staying up.”

“After.” He interrupted. “Wait for me to finish this wine first.”

“You're drunk, Arsenio. Better stop because I won't be strong enough to take you to the room in case you pass out.”

“Gue will not faint.” Then stubbornly, Arsenio again downed her drink.

Anara could only stop. One more glass, the wine in the bottle will run out and Anara can return to the room. Then he will be patient a little more. And let's see if Arsenio really won't faint after spending it all.

Nah!

The last glass succeeded Arsenio, and Anara heaved a sigh of relief. That means, he can quickly go back to the room, right?

“Sorry.”

“Hmm?” Anara raised one eyebrow in the engulfing confusion. Why suddenly apologize? Dan, sorry for what? More precisely, for which error? To have accused him of deliberately poisoning Olin, or for the evil phrase the man had spoken to him last time?

“Sorry, An.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry.”

“Ar—“

“Sorry.. sorry.” Arsenio kept repeating it. Time and time again, until his consciousness slowly ran out and his head fell down on the dining table.

Even for an apology, Anara had to guess what she came for. So tiring.

“I told you, Arsenio, I won't be strong enough to lift you up to the room.” Nevertheless, Anara still strives so that Arsenio's lunglai body can rest comfortably in her room. He struggled to find a body bigger than her. Forgetting the comfort of himself and the fuss in his head that is becoming more and more.

Seriate