Losing Us
Peace

When the door of her room was knocked several times, Anara already knew that the culprit was Arsenio. However, when the man thrust a bag filled with lunch at him, Anara still could not find a reasonable reason why Arsenio did it.

Keep in mind that their relationship is still not okay, so getting such little treatment from Arsenio even makes Anara feel bad. Usually, if there are unusual things that happen, bad things will come after. Anara could not break that theory with all the positive thinking she had because of her relationship and Arsenio always went that way; it was not good.

“Not to dodge anymore.” He said, forcing Anara to accept a bag containing lunch that is still reluctant for Anara to touch. “Do not trouble yourself.” He hooked up, then quickly turned around before Anara could say anything.

Arsenio's departure does not necessarily make Anara move. For a long time he stood in the doorway and stared at the lunch he had landed on his two hands. If this Arsenio did for the penance of their conversation last night, then Anara thought the man did not have to do it.

Last night, when Anara thought Arsenio had completely fainted and she had to take pains to get her body up to the room, the man actually made her die of lice when her burly hand held Anara's arm to go nowhere.

With the strong smell of alcohol and eyes slowly forced to open again, the man asked Anara to stay with him in the room whose lights had not even been lit.

“Do not go anywhere, I do not want to be alone.” His word. Clear fog seemed to surround his reddened eyes. Anara did not know why Arsenio looked so sad. Perhaps something bad happened between her and Olin before the man returned home.

“Soal Olin—“

“I'm not evilin Olin. I'm not that low, Arsenio.”

“Gue knows, Anara. I know.”

Know what? Even now, Anara still did not understand what Arsenio meant by him knowing. Because after that sentence, Arsenio even raved more.

“Gue is sorry, An. Sorry for talking about something painful lo.” With a voice that began to tremble, Arsenio spoke again.

Anara said nothing. Nor did he try to release the hand of Arsenio who still held tightly to his arm so that he did not get up from the edge of the mattress. In the pause created, Anara looked at Arsenio's drunk face for quite a while. Guilt emanated clearly from the two eyes of the man, but instead of feeling relieved because Arsenio finally realized where the fault was, Anara actually followed feeling sad.

“You're right, Arsenio. I may have been mean to others, so God punished me by taking both my parents at once. But, for God's sake, I never had any intention of evilin Olin.” And that became the ultimate sentence that Anara spoke to Arsenio before forcibly letting go of the man's grasp.

Come to think of it, what Arsenio said was indeed not entirely wrong. Anara felt that with all the insolence she maintained since childhood, she might have accidentally injured others so cruelly, so that the departure of both parents was a worthy reply.

After saying that, Anara felt even more relieved. He felt more receptive and no longer thought that he was in a suffering position.

Everyone has their own wounds. They are just too clever to hide their dying situation so we do not know that they are in need of help.

And just like those words, Anara also began to think that it was possible that, behind Olin's annoying attitude, the girl had deep wounds. Anara just happened to come and interfere with her life, so judging her might be a consolation for Olin to momentarily forget the wounds she suffered.

While Arsenio, the man must have loved Olin so much that he was unable to do much despite knowing what his lover was doing was doing harm to others.

Last night, after coming out of Arsenio's room and leaving the man alone, Anara had decided to no longer feel hurt at anything. He decided to no longer put himself in the victim's position, as it turned out to be very sad.

Recalling that she had not thanked him for the lunch that Arsenio gave, Anara left. The door closed again and he walked to the bed. Anara picked up the phone, then typed in the words of thanks she instantly sent to Arsenio without any more frills behind her.

Anara waited for a few minutes, the reply did not come from Arsenio. The message he sent ended up in a delivered sign and did not turn into a read. Eventually Anara gave up. Letting the message he sent hang in their almost empty chat room then turn to lunch on the lap.

Honestly, Anara does not really like eating fast food menus like this. Too much oil and meat. He prefers a home-cooked menu that is more diverse and tastes more familiar on the tongue. However, because Arsenio was willing to buy him, Anara still enjoyed what her husband had given with gratitude.

Not all menus can be ravenous because basically the capacity of the stomach is fairly small. He only managed to finish off the cheeseburger and ice cream, while the apple pie and chicken rice were still intact, as well as the coke he had not touched at all. Anara does not like soda, its sharp taste is uncomfortable on her tongue and stomach.

Already feeling full, Anara stored the leftovers for her to savour again later in the afternoon. And to help her stomach digest better, Anara snatched up a new reading book she bought online a few days ago. Take him to the balcony and read about it there. Today the sun did not shine too fiercely, so he could still read books comfortably.

Page after page Anara turned it over with feelings that were too difficult to describe. In some of the passages she read, Anara felt like she was diving into her own life. The dark blue-covered book with the image of two characters reaching out to each other to get to the surface was like a real embodiment between himself and his other self. Where one side is struggling not to sink into grief, and one side is helping to rise back to the surface.

The selection of interesting words made Anara feel at home for a long time reading the book. Record. In one sitting, he could spend almost 200 pages out of a total of 436 pages. If it wasn't for her eyes already feeling dry and achy, Anara would probably continue reading this until sunset.

“Okay, enough for today, An.” Whisper Anara to yourself. He then went back to the room. Make sure the access door to the balcony is tightly closed and slightly shaking the curtains so that sunlight can still penetrate in.

Then, Anara kept the reading book back into the drawer, putting it along with some other books she had brought from the old house. After that, he laid his body on the bed. Only at half-time two in the afternoon, there is still time to take a nap, the calculations to recharge the energy.

“Sleep well, Anara. Hopefully when you wake up later, your heart can be much more sincere to receive everything.”

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Already convinced the heartburn was gone, Arsenio just moved out of the bathroom. Then he went back to bed. Today, he only wanted to spend time on the fall all day in order to recharge the energy wasted from being drunk last night.

When Arsenio snatched the phone to look at the clock, it turned out that there was one incoming message from Anara. It was over 20 minutes ago. He opened the message, which turned out to be a thank you. Really just thank you without any frills behind it. Though usually, Anara is quite specific in saying something. If Arsenio's brain was the brain of a shrimp, she would definitely have trouble guessing what the thank you came for.

At first, Arsenio did not want to reply. It has been a long time since the message was sent. Anara must also be busy with her own world and will not care whether she replies to the message or not. Wasn't it in the girl's eyes, this Arsenio was a cold-hearted man who had no compassion?

However, at the end, Arsenio still type no prob and send it to Anara.

Unexpectedly, the message Arsenio sent instantly turned into read, just a second after she was sent. That means, Anara is playing her phone.

For some reason, Arsenio became enthusiastic to wait for a reply from him. But once again, he was even made confused because the awaited reply did not come.

Suddenly, Arsenio became overthinking. Is Anara still so upset with him that he does not respond to the message he sent even though he had read it?

“Gue try checking into his room?” ask Arsenio to yourself.

Long enough to argue, he finally darted out of the room, still clasping the phone in one hand.

Upon arrival at the door of Anara's room, Arsenio did not knock immediately. In fact, he was busy pacing back and forth a dozen times in front of that mute one. Doubters.

Arsenio did not know what reason she should give Anara if the girl opened the door and asked if she needed anything. Arsenio also couldn't possibly ask clearly why Anara didn't reply to the message she sent, right? Because it will only make you end up looking at him like a freak if he really is desperate to do it.

“Ah, time bodo.” Arsenio said in the end. He kept knocking on the door, slowly because to be honest he was still hesitant.

Once tapped, there is no word. Okay, Arsenio is still positive thinking because maybe Anara did not hear a very slow knock. So, he repeated the beat with a little more force.

Twice. Three times. Four times. There is no law either.

“Then he was angry it was the same me, until he did not want to open the door? But it was fitting me to give you lunch, he wants to open, tuh?”

Now, the problem is no longer whether Anara is reluctant to open the door because she is too angry with Arsenio. But in the circumstances where Arsenio was beginning to fear something had happened with Anara in her room.

It could have been Anara fainting, or falling in the bathroom, or whatever it was, where the girl needed help, right? Her asthma could have been a recurrence and Anara could not find where she kept the inhaler.

Armed with that thought, Arsenio recklessly opened the door of Anara— room which turned out to be unlocked.

“An—“ Arsenio clenched her lips again, when she found Anara falling asleep on her bed with her bed tilted to the right, facing the door.

Her innocent face became the first sight that greeted Arsenio when the door first opened. Then, the cell phone and lunch that were lying on the nightstand became something else that distracted him, making him move closer.

The phone that Anara left behind is still on, just inside their chat room. From there, Arsenio so know the reason why Anara did not reply to the message even though the read sign appeared there. Without intending to sassy, Arsenio pressed the power button so that the phone screen dimmed. Pity also if left to continue burning, the battery will run out.

Then, Arsenio switched on to the lunch that Anara left behind. There are still portions of chicken rice, apple pie and coke that are completely untouched. Either because Anara doesn't like it or how.

“Portage lo body is not big-gede, eat lo little.” Arsenio. Not really, just as a joke that he ended up laughing alone because Anara could not hear it either.

“Lo when sleeping gini henchmen, yes? No bw.” Arsenio again. This was the first time she had seen Anara fall asleep, and she felt that the girl actually looked like a baby. Her innocent face that had never touched make up increasingly looked innocent in Arsenio's eyes at a time like this. And strangely, Arsenio was calm.

Time seemed to stop spinning for a few moments when Arsenio found herself beginning to sink into the activity of looking at Anara's innocent face. Until then, the phone in the grip vibrates and makes Arsenio have to break away.

Olin is calling....

That's what's on his phone screen. Without waiting for long, he rushed out of Anara's room to pick up the call.

“Halo, Dear?”

Seriate