Losing Us
Being Friends

From the top of the bed, Arsenio could only observe how Anara was busy once holding a floor mattress for her to sleep on. After reaching a condition that Arsenio said was already neat enough though, the girl was still getting her fix in some parts. Do not forget to flick the thick blanket that Arsenio gave to throw naughty dust that stuck on the old gray floor mattress.

“Lo sure want to sleep there?” ask Arsenio again. Before the mattress was held, he had already asked Anara about her belief to spend the night on a floor mattress that was not how thick. Arsenio had also kindly offered the girl to share a mattress. Because when compared to the mattress in the guest room that is not how big, the mattress in Arsenio's room can still fit two people by providing a decent distance.

However, just like the answer he gave before, Anara also refused Arsenio's good offer with a headband.

“Ya already, up.” Arsenio said indifferently. He tried to offer. If Anara refuses, that is her choice, and all the risks that Anara will bear.

“You've told Olin?”

“What's the problem?”

“Munda.” While looking for a comfortable sitting position to play her phone, Anara asked so.

“Not business lo.” Arsenio Sahut. Actually, the answer is already. There was no way he could sit this calm right now if he had not given Olin a report.

As if she was already quite tired with Arsenio's template reply, Anara sighed so heavily. After that, he no longer used his chatty mouth that resembled Donald Duck to ask this that. He was busy with his cell phone, chasing the smart thing like half his life was there.

“Lo again looking at what?” ask Arsenio kepo. She peeked a little at Anara's phone screen to find out for herself, but Anara quickly turned her phone around and swerved towards her.

“Not your business.” His ideal. Obviously he was trying to get back at Arsenio, in a way that sucks half to death.

“No pantes lo so fierce people.” Arsenio sneered. That is the truth. Anara is not suitable to be an antagonist, the girl is suitable to be the protagonist whose life is always suffering and crying a lot.

“I didn't ask for your opinion.” Sung up, then returned to his phone by making sure there was no corner where Arsenio could peek.

Arsenio clucked violently, but only for a few seconds because not long after, she remembered that her goal of returning home quickly from Olin's apartment was to interrogate Anara. This is about the photos that the girl uploaded to her personal Instagram account. Arsenio wanted to know the photos Anara took using a cell phone or camera, and how the girl took them until the results could be as interesting as that.

It is quite difficult to start a conversation because basically they do not get along. However, in order to satisfy his curiosity, he tried to lower his prestige to the level he could tolerate the most. Berdeham became a prefix template that he often used to start awkward chat sessions, and tonight he did.

Remnants of mucus stuck in the throat and make it feel itchy after Arsenio cleared his throat several times. Not only that, Arsenio's dehumanization also managed to make Anara turn her head and immediately forget how interesting the contents in her phone.

“Haus? A cough? Drink.” Tell her.

Arsenio does not. Because if he starts talking to others, he will definitely forget his original purpose. So before everything collapsed again, Arsenio also began an interrogation session with the usual tension.

“Gue did not accidentally discover your Instagram account this morning.” Arsenio.

Anara looked surprised, but she tried hard to cover it up. “Terus?” tanyanya while throwing her face, staring back at the screen of her phone.

“The photos you take are all beautiful.” The picture there, too, is beautiful.

“Lo took what? Hape or camera?”

“Hapes. I'm not an expert on using a camera, ribet.” Clearly, it was still reluctant to stare at Arsenio.

“Since when do you like photography?” ask Arsenio again, the more kepo.

Anara put her extinguished phone on the floor mattress, then changed her sitting position facing Arsenio. He was cross-legged, with both hands between the curves of his legs overlapping. “Since SMA. There used to be photography excul, keep me fad join and it turns out like.”

“Keren.” Praise Arsenio, sincere. But presumably, that sincerity did not reach Anara because she instead squeaked suspiciously at him. “Serious, the photos you take are cool.”

“What do you need me to do again? Again need help so you can still meet Olin even though Mommy nginep for the next week?” the accusation.

If about that... Okay, that's right. A week of not meeting Olin is the same as telling Arsenio not to drink water for a day. It may, but it will definitely have an amazing effect. Weak, tired, lethargic, slow. Everything Arsenio will feel afterwards. But, hey, can't Anara think positively a little?! That is to say, Arsenio was really praising the girl! There was no other intention behind him.

“Tuh, kan.” Anara decided suddenly. “Gini, yes, Arsenio. I don't care if you want to meet Olin how many million times a day, but if I have to help you by lying to Mother, sorry, I don't want to. My sins are many, do not make me more sinful because help you make a lie.” The cerocos.

Sometimes, Arsenio was curious. What would both of Anara's parents feel when they were given a super-duper chatty child like this? Are they not dizzy? Because if Arsenio had a child like this, she would probably decide to go home only once a week.

“I'm sure you have a lot of bright ideas to keep seeing Olin, so please don't involve me, okay?”

“It's not about Olin.” Cut Arsenio. Over time the sultry also heard the name Olin called continuously by Anara.

Anara's mouth that had been opened was about to nyerocos again clenched. He was silent for a few seconds, staring at Arsenio still with a suspicious look.

“Gue seriously muji lo photo results, because it is cool and beautiful.” Arsenio said because Anara's gaze started to make her uncomfortable.

In the next second, Anara drew a glance while taking a slow breath. “So. Lately I've been thinking too much about negative things. Again, thanks for your compliment. And please forgive me because it's so rude to accuse you of it.” And although the look on his face was not obvious because he looked down again, Arsenio knew Anara was moody.

Right, right, what did Arsenio say? Anara is not at all suited to be an antagonist. Feeling guilty and feeling guilty too soon. But if he wanted to, he could have reversed the words in a thousand ways. In this case, Arsenio even became pity. It felt, he wanted to corner Anara, training her mentally to not be as mushy as cotton candy that instantly vanished once exposed to saliva.

“Let’s talk more about photography. Don't talk about anything else, cuz I need someone to talk about my hobby so bad. Olin doesn’t we just being friends so we can talk about more?” because it seems, being friends with Anara also has nothing to lose. And isn't it more advantageous, since there is at least a clear status between them, that of being friends?

Anara looked back at Arsenio, hesitating her lips asking, “Being friends?” the Arsenio replied directly with a nod of the head.

“Being friends.”

Seriate