Losing Us
Regrets

Arsenio got home when the clock was pointing at 9 o'clock. Just like the previous days, he found the house already in a deserted state. The main lights have been extinguished, replaced with kemuning lights that light up in some parts of the house.

His steps stopped at the end of the stairs, then he raised his head. Staring at the crossroads at the end of the second-floor stairs where she usually accidentally crosses paths with Anara.

For a few days Arsenio had no contact with the woman. Since the night she accused him of causing Olin's recurrence of the allergy, the girl has not appeared at all. As if deliberately hiding because of disgust if you have to face him.

Arsenio's breath took with so much difficulty. Meaningless regret still gnawed, as he recalled the events of that night. Arsenio is too emotional. Until the logic does not work and immediately blame Anara without listening to any defense that the girl gave. Later, he was made to be hit hard when he returned to the room to check on Olin, and instead found his lover talking alone.

That night, in a still bright room, Olin sat in front of a dressing table. The mirror in front of him he looked so closely, that then he started talking— said things that made Arsenio instantly forget how to breathe properly.

“My face is so ugly, red spots like this.” Olin complained that night, holding his reddened face and slightly swollen.

“But nothing. You see, if I don't want to accidentally eat shrimp that I bought at the delivery service, Gala will not be possible to anger Anara. There is, he will even praise Anara for being willing to masakin me, right?”

Arsenio's heart aches. Wanting to be angry at Olin for the reckless actions that made him so vent emotions to Anara, but could not because he realized the main cause why Olin to do such reckless things is himself. Arsenio had known Olin for many years, and she knew the girl was a good person. Olin had never done things that harmed himself and others before. So, seeing Olin go that far, Arsenio felt sinful.

That night, Arsenio could only pretend not to know about Olin's actions and focus more on treating her allergies that recur quite badly. Even so, he must be as strong as possible to endure the pain that feels************* up to the heart.

It had been quite a while of silence, Arsenio moved. Not going up to the room, but going to the kitchen with still carrying with him a briefcase which he then put on one of the empty chairs at the dining table. He deliberately did not turn on the main light, allowing the yellowish rays from the lights attached to the border wall to be the only illumination.

Arsenio then walked towards the storage cabinet. Take out a bottle of red wine from there and grab the high-necked glass from the furniture rack. Both of these things were then taken to the dining table. One chair facing the entrance to the kitchen she pulled and immediately sat on it.

Red wine bottle Arsenio open. His distinctive aroma instantly burst into the nose even before the concentrated liquid he moved into the glass. Then just like that, Arsenio started a drinking activity that she herself did not know when it would be finished.

Glass by glass Arsenio set up alone, with a feeling that did not improve. The more red wine swallowed, Arsenio felt that the guilt towards Antara was getting bigger. Deep down, Arsenio wanted to specifically go see the girl to apologize for her attitude the other day. However, Arsenio did not do it because she realized there was no reasonable reason for her to say the apology.

Arsenio only felt that if she apologized to Anara, it meant that she had to admit that Olin was responsible for what happened to her the other day, and Arsenio did not want to be like that. He did not blame Olin.

When Arsenio was about to pour red wine into an empty glass, her attention was stolen when her net discovered the existence of Anara in the dividing area with the living room. The girl stood there hugging a drink bottle that was likely empty.

Arsenio wanted to say hello, but her voice was stuck in her throat. Even until Anara finally walked over and passed the place where she was sitting, all Arsenio could do was look at her in silence.

The sound of water flowing from the dispenser faucet became the only sound that became the background music for the silence that surrounded the two of them. Just like Anara's attempts to avoid Arsenio over the past few days, Anara's tonight acting as if she doesn't see her husband. The girl was engrossed in her bottle-filling activities, ignoring Arsenio at all.

Until finally, when Anara finished and was about to run away carrying a water bottle that she hugged tightly, Arsenio called her name so that she stopped.

“Why?” ask Anara. His voice sounds foreign. Because for the first time, Arsenio found no hospitality there.

“Sit.” Arsenio.

Arsenio thought, Anara will refuse raw. But the girl obediently complied with her wishes. Anara pulled the chair opposite her, then sat down and stared at her so intensely.

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

“If so, just sit there, I drink.” Then Arsenio drank red wine greedily, like drinking water to relieve agonizing thirst.

Anara according. He did not move from his place until a few more glasses of red wine had run out Arsenio sank. Meanwhile, Arsenio, increasingly felt his feelings become gray along with the increasingly thinning consciousness.

On the threshold of tolerance, Anara knew how to speak. The girl asks if Arsenio is done and if Anara is allowed to return to the room because she has to go to bed before the night gets late.

“Don’t you dare to leave me alone.” Arsenio put the glass back empty, then looked at Anara fixedly. “Do not go anywhere.”

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

“After.” Arsenio insisted on a head. There was red wine in the bottle. “Wait for me to finish this first.”

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

“Gue will not faint.” In fact, Arsenio may fall soon. The tolerance to alcohol is not very high. You could say, this might be a record for as long as he lives because he has not fainted despite having spent a full bottle on himself.

Nah!

The last glass is finished Arsenio sank. Simultaneously, his consciousness gradually disappeared.

“Sorry.” Arsenio muttered, between conscious and not.

“Hmmm?” faintly, within the blurry vision, Arsenio saw Anara staring at him with a look of confusion. Her neat eyebrows intertwined indicating that the girl did not understand what Arsenio was saying.

“Sorry, An.” Arsenio again. No other sentence flashed in his head, so he could really only say that.

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry.”

“Ar—“

“Sorry... sorry Arsenio still continued to mutter, whether it would be as much as anything else. Until not long after, his head felt heavy and he ended up falling horribly on the dining table. Arsenio's eyes were heavy, then completely closed with consciousness being snatched away quickly.

However, before his consciousness was completely lost, Arsenio still had time to hear Anara say a line of words followed by a touch on his arm.

Faintly in Arsenio's ear, the girl said, “I told you, Arsenio, I won't be strong to lift you up to the room.” Then Arsenio remembered nothing more. He completely fainted.

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