Losing Us
Not Normal

When she opened her eyes, Anara found the sky had changed color. And when checking the phone, the clock already shows at half-four. You could say, this is the longest nap since Anara lived in this house. It was a bit of a relief, because it was a kind of sign that no matter what happened, it would already not be able to make him waver.

On the phone that she had previously only used to look at the watch, Anara found a reply coming from Arsenio. To be exact, the reply came about 20 minutes after the message was sent. Since it had been hours, Anara finally gave no other reply. After all, it was just a word no prob that seemed to be typed in an unwilling manner.

Glancing towards the bottle of drinking water, Anara found its contents to be only a quarter. So, after making sure the sleepiness suffered was completely gone, Anara grabbed the bottle and took it down to refill.

The running of water from the dispenser faucet causes a calming effect that even makes Anara's thoughts float back. On Arsenio's softened attitude, he still put a lot of question marks. Was the lunch that Arsenio bought for her a conscious form of apology, to replace the verbal apology that was said while being heavily drunk the night before?

“Stop.” Anara stopped the pace of her own thoughts before going too far. It's useless, the girl thought. Convocation will only bring itself to lead to more torturous uncertainty.

The bottle was full, Anara brought it back into the crib. When he was about to climb up the stairs, his steps stopped because Arsenio appeared from the other end of the stairs. The scent of perfume graced Anara's sense of smell so graciously as Arsenio seemed to flick on a black leather jacket before the man wore it to wrap a plain white dress shirt. The leather jacket looks matching with black torn jeans and white sneaker shoes. Ah, the silver-colored watch that coiled around his left wrist also made his appearance even more sloppy.

“Oh,” so he said. I don't know what to refer to.

Anara remained silent, not responding until Arsenio arrived at the end of the stairs and stood three steps ahead of her.

“Gue to Olin.” Suddenly pamphanya. It obviously made Anara astonished, as usually Arsenio never voluntarily told her where she was going. Oh, he was also never that friendly to bring Olin's name on a conversation with Anara. As the word goes, Olin's name is too holy, and Arsenio does not want Anara who considers herself despicable to mention the name of her lover carelessly.

“Umh... Okay.” Finally, that was all Anara could say. What else, did he have to say? Have to ask what Arsenio will do with Olin, or when the man will come home? Sure didn't. Anara still wanted to live a long life, so as much as possible she would avoid looking for anything.

Anara thought, it's done up there. Seeing from his impetuous movement down the stairs, he thought Arsenio was in a state of urgency to meet her lover. But in fact, the man still had time to give a packet of mint-flavored candy to him, where the candy was obtained from the pocket of his pants.

“Make lo.”

Hesitating, Anara accepted the candy. “Still.” Anara said clumsy.

Arsenio did not reply, instead saying something else. “Gue back before dinner. If you can, make something we can eat. But if you do not have time, yes nothing, delivery aja kayak this afternoon.”

Lunches. Candies. And now, ask Anara to prepare dinner. Actually, what's wrong with Arsenio's head? Did the alcohol he drank last night make some conditions in his brain become severed so that he couldn't behave as he normally would? Or, the man accidentally hit his head to make some parts in his brain injured?

“You want me to cook what?” although still confused, Anara still asked. Don't let him cook the menu wrong and end up sprayed again like the other day.

“Terlarah. I don't have any allergies, so want to cook snake meat even though, I'm not a problem.”

Her unreasonable speech made Anara tick. Who would want the idea of cooking snake meat? There, have not had time to cook, Anara was already dead exposed to can.

“Most think, later your brain will gosong.” Her chirps, once again made Anara snort bitterly.

“You made me always think hard.” Anara protested, but Arsenio instead dedicated indifferently.

“Gue street. If need anything—“

“Call you?” ask Anara. His intention was only to quip, as Arsenio would unlikely really ask him to do so.

However, when Arsenio nodded and smiled slightly, Anara felt that something had happened to the man's head.

“See you.” Then, Arsenio breezed away.

Meanwhile, Anara, the girl can only be fixated on Arsenio's departure which leaves many question marks. Surprisingly again, Anara was like seeing flowers blooming from the footprints that the man had left behind. It is like a representation that his heart is in good condition, and the flowers are the embodiment of a set of positive energies.

“Grab, lah. Sakarepmu.” (I don't know, I did. Whatever) then Anara climbed the stairs while grumbling.

...🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀...

Before this, there was not a single thing in the world that could shift Arsenio's focus away from a Flora Calantha Orlin. For many years, the girl has been the center of her world. A storm as great as anything would not be able to get Arsenio out of the path of rotation, because Olin grasped himself so tightly.

However, the photos presented by Anara through her personal Instagram account have succeeded in hypnotizing Arsenio. Almost an hour he was trapped there, looking at the photo that he had also seen before. Anara and what she showed through the photos were like two very different things. If it wasn't for Arsenio finding a photo of the girl tucked in there, she wouldn't have expected that the Instagram account belonged to Anara.

Anara's chatty, she sucks. That's what Arsenio believed and believed all along.

“You've been thinking about what, anyway, Gal? I think it's really fun?” olin's voice made Arsenio reflexively close the Instagram page she was opening. Together with an awkward smile, he greeted Olin who had just returned from the bathroom.

“Nothing.” Arsenio. To distract him, he immediately put the phone into his pants pocket, then pulled Olin's arm until her body fell onto his lap. “Hmm... scented.” Arsenio Bisik. Sneaking a sniff of her open neck.

On top of the lap, Olin squirmed. His shaky movements made something piqued, and Arsenio had to immediately move her body up onto the sofa before she who was down there grew even more shaken.

“Actuation.” Arsenio flicked at Olin's forehead, making the girl screech.

Olin who was sulking was a funny sight. Unable to resist the anxiety, Arsenio grabbed her pouting lips, peeling them over and over again until they ended up diving into the increasingly deep and intense link.

“Engh..” Olin pulled her head back, patting Arsenio's chest softly as a signal that she needed time to scoop up oxygen.

Arsenio also said. Their link slipped and he chuckled complacently to see his exhausted lover take a breath.

“Kayak gini sok-sokan want to nantangin me to play? The one you have is already covered first before starting the first round.” Goda Arsenic.

Olin was pouting. After his breathing stabilized enough, he jumped up onto Arsenio's lap. Jemarinya guerrilla rubbed the chest wrapped in a T-shirt fitting body. His gaze seemed provoking, as if he was about to raise a protest to Arsenio to retract the statement that the man had previously presented.

“Try me.” His scales, right in front of Arsenio's lips. He deliberately teased by exhaling on Arsenio's face, but did not scoop her lips.

“No, you'll cry.” Arsenio will not lose. If Olin was reluctant to touch his lips and just wanted to play around, then Arsenio would show how strong he could hold on.

“I? Blubbering? There are, you who I will make cry.” Olin said with a slanted smile.

Arsenio already knew where Olin was going. So before it happened, he immediately blocked the naughty hand that had reached his thigh. “It's cheating. You can't touch there, it's a restricted area.” The whisper of Arsenio was right in Olin's ear.

These kinds of conversations happen frequently between them. However, still, Arsenio could not let them walk any further. Just to tease each other, then he would break it in the middle before they both went crazy.

Today, Arsenio did. After grabbing Olin's lips once more, she withdrew. Rushing up from the sofa, then tidying up his appearance that had been made no muddle by Olin's naughty hands. Her hair was a mess, even with her t-shirt that became unsightly tangled.

“Where to, anyway?” ask Olin while holding her back.

“Rome.” Reply Arsenio.

“New hours 6.”

“I promised to go home before dinner.”

Olin let out a short sigh. “Why also have to promise, anyway? What is the importance of trying to make promises like Anara?” tanyanya does not like.

“Loh, I didn't tell you that he promised Anara?” Arsenio's lying. Already know Olin will not like, he has prepared a reason that more gadia can accept. “I promise the same Mother, Lin. Mother wants to come.”

Succeeds. Olin immediately did not dwell after Arsenio said Mother would visit.

Wicked? Not particularly. Arsenio was protecting Olin from overthinking. If she was honest that the promise was indeed made with Anara, Olin would definitely spend her night thinking no-no. Exerting his head's ability to analyze Arsenio's attitude, then he connected himself with various possibilities that he had.

Arsenio didn't want that to happen. After all, there was something he wanted to talk to Anara about. That's why he promised to come home early so he could have dinner together. This doesn't mean he's more concerned with Anara than Olin. Not at all.

“Twist me here again.” His promise.

“Daily?” tanyakanya.

“If Mother does not stay overnight, yes.”

Once again, Olin sighed. “Do not allow your bundle to stay frequently, dong.”

“Keep I have to use what excuse let Mother not stay?” asked Arsenio while raising her eyebrows to tease.

“Ya...”.

“Hmm? What?”

“Yes what, cake! You think for yourself the reason! Why should I too, anyway, who thought?!” sewotnya. Instead of being scary, Olin looked even more funny in Arsenio's eyes.

“Aduuuhhh.... So happy is my girlfriend.” Both sides of Arsenio's thin cheeks pinched with anxiety, making the owner whine in pain.

Arsenio's laughter exploded, while Olin began to lash death blows to his arms and chest in an attempt to defend his ridiculed pride to the satisfaction.

If it wasn't for having to do something with Anara, it was certain Arsenio would have preferred to be here as long as possible....

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