Losing Us
Arsenio (Sucks) Galandra

Be friends? Anara thought, it would only happen in wishful thinking. But in fact, God always has a way to bring surprises in this uncertain life. Just because Arsenio accidentally found her Instagram account, where she posted many random photos taken using a makeshift camera phone, the man ends up offering a fancy friendship to the lonely dying Anara.

Talking late into the night, they exchanged a lot of information. Which of course, none of them deviate from the matter of photography. At first Anara also did not expect that it turns out that Arsenio who is cold, stiff, cute and annoying has the same interest as him. Because if Anara found out early, she would probably have offered the friendship to him first.

“Next month I want to take time off.” Still drying his hair in a towel, Arsenio walked out of the bathroom.

“So?” ask Anara. Unlike Arsenio who was diligent in bathing at 7 am on Sunday, she preferred to laze on the floor mattress that she slept on all night.

“Gue is used to take time off for a solo trip, and next month I plan to go to Jogja.”

Hearing the convoluted Arsenio, Anara became upset herself. Why not just get straight to the point? Any information about leave and solo trips or anything that is not important to him at all, so why should Arsenio take the trouble to explain it?

“Gini,” Anara interrupts before Arsenio speaks again. Finally, inevitably, in order for communication to run better, Anara pulled away from the lying position, sitting cross-legged facing Arsenio who was instead standing in front of her dressing table. “Otak me this capacity is small. As you know, I'm slow—tend dumb instead. So, can not you if you want to say anything tuh directly to the point?”

Arsenio bit her lower lip. The highlight of her eyes that were staring doubtfully represented a sentence stuck in the throat, making Anara even more curious. What is he really talking about?

“So...” murmured, barely heard.

“By the way, Arsenio.” Persuading Anara reassured.

There was quite a long pause, and Arsenio used it to again stare at Anara with an incomprehensible gaze. Right now, Arsenio looks like a pubescent teenager who is about to ask permission to go with the opposite sex, for the first time past curfew.

“What?”

“Lo ... would you like to come, not?”

Wait for. Let Anara try to twist what Arsenio said once again. Arsenio.... Ask her if she wants to go with him or not? Heh, why bother asking? Is it not clear that the answer is....

“Nggak.”

For some reason, but the answer Anara gave without thinking for a long time made Arsenio look disappointed. A shrill voice also sounded faintly in Anara's ears. “Why?” his great-grandson.

“What's the reason? We can't go both.”

“Yes why can't you?”

“Olin.” Hearing the name of her lover called, Arsenio frowned. “I don't want to be the target of her hatred. And, why don't you make him, anyway? Not bad, can staycation both?”

“Gue has said, Olin never cares about the same photography hobby that I have. I went to Jogja to make photo hunting, so I nawarin you want to come or enggak.” He said while grumbling. Missing is a cold, cute, fierce and annoying image that has been imprinted on Anara's head. What is, Arsenio now even looks like a petty cat who sulks asking to be invited to play.

“Still, no.” Anara's answer is still the same. Going on holiday to Mexico is a great idea. Counting can breathe fresh air to expel the negative energy that is dominant in him lately. But, again, if the stakes were to be hated and made a living samsak by Olin, Anara would rather rot in this house and not go anywhere. Even if he had to end up crazy.

“If I could guarantee Olin wouldn't know?”

Anara kept shaking. “Tetap. Do you still lie to Olin? No, right? You know, love dies the same as him. Fishing in the bit also you will definitely speak honestly.”

“Ah, no fun lo.” Arsenio threw a wet towel that dried her hair on the bed, then walked towards the nightstand and grabbed her cell phone. In an instant, he was already immersed in his own world.

Shortly after, a knocking sound was heard. Because Anara knew there would be no other perpetrators besides Mother, she rushed to clean the floor mattress she was sitting on, stuffed it into Arsenio's wardrobe and just ran to open the door.

Just like her son who is neat and fragrant, Mother has also changed her sleep clothes using a dress patterned with black flora. Her short hair was tied in half, her smile was flaky.

“Morning, Baby.” Sweepings.

“Morning, Bun.” Anara greeted back. Secretly, he felt inferior because his appearance was still like a rasp. There may also still be some lightening at the corners of his lips.

“Down, Mommy cooked for breakfast.”

Okay. It's 7am, Sunday. Why besides diligent bathing, mother and child is also diligent once struggling in the kitchen?

“Kok even Mother who bothered to cook, anyway. An should know the Bun that masakin for Mommy.” Anara felt bad. Not to look for face, but the effect is like he is an ungodly daughter-in-law by letting her in-laws who are staying over to prepare breakfast.

However, like the saying that the angel does not always come in a form with wings, Mother even smiled thinly and grabbed Anara's arm. “Once a day is nothing. Not every day also can Mother masakin for you?” said.

Not over Anara's bad taste to Mommy, the annoying Arsenio know-how to save out, pull her body in the most absurd way in the world.

“Morning, Baby. Tumben has taken a shower, where are you going?”

“Not going anywhere. Yes, you know, Iah, why should take a shower early in the morning. You see, last night we ran out..” did not continue his words, Arsenio instead glanced at Anara with a strange look.

“What's been doing?” Mother fishing, faintly boasting a smile.

“Former it.” So ambiguous. Arsenio answered, but even Anara was embarrassed.

Because you do not want Mommy to think things out and this absurd chatter continues, Anara immediately anticipates it by pulling your arm away. He herded his father-in-law leaving Arsenio who was probably laughing happily behind their bodies because it had succeeded in pranking himself early in the morning.

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As it turned out, Arsenio was much more annoying than Anara thought. Never mind talking, now the man is even pretentious in front of Mother by constantly serving her like a real husband and wife. Starting from spooning rice, affixing side dishes, to pouring drinking water and making sure the glass is within the right range. Anyway, look for her face once this morning.

“An said, yesterday you ran out of the counter to actually clock?” Mother opened the conversation, and Anara was rather sorry to let her do that. The reason is clear, because the alibi he passed on to Mother yesterday was not true at all. What if this annoying Arsenio refuses to cooperate, and instead gets Anara caught lying?

Before Arsenio opened her mouth, Anara stepped on her foot slowly, coding for the man to cooperate.

“Yes, that's what Audemars Piguet has a little problem with, so Arsen went to the counter for a consultation.”

Anara breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately Arsenio was willing to work together. Otherwise, I don't know where he should put his face in front of Mother.

“How do you finally do?”

“Safe, still okay.”

“Yes thank God that's it. You bought some really expensive hours, anyway, Sen. That if it breaks what is your headache? People buy only the price of 200 thousand.”

“Vice director, Bun, likes meeting with overseas clients. Time yes told to wear a watch 200 thousand?”

“Value you are not from the goods you use, but from the head.”

“Create first impression.” Arsenio was still determined, unwilling to budge on his stance.

Anara who knew nothing just listened to the conversation between the mother and the child. Regarding the watch brand that Arsenio mentioned earlier also he did not know how expensive it was until Mother who in fact owned a large enough advertising company could say that. Which Anara thought, if for Mother alone it was quite expensive, then surely she would not be able to afford it.

Pulling away, Anara ate her food in silence. Random chats continue to change, until the food on Anara's plate finally runs out.

When Anara was about to sip some drinking water, Arsenio suddenly said something that made her choke to the point of coughing.

He said, “Next month Arsen want to take a leave of absence, yes, Bun. Go to Jogja, same Anara.”

“Pelan-pelan, dong.” And as if not knowing that she was the main reason why Anara was able to choke, Arsenio patted her back gently, then helped Anara hold the glass so she could drink properly.

First of all, Anara let Arsenio do that because she needs to relieve the sore throat first. And after subsiding, Anara quietly moved her hand towards Arsenio's thigh exposed from the shorts she was wearing. A small pinch he landed, enough to make the man grimace in pain.

“An already said don't want.” Anara said as Arsenio tried to ease the pain in her thigh.

“Why?” ask Mommy.

“Malas, Bun. I don't like to travel far.” Anara reasoned. Yeah there's no way he's saying that the cause is worried that Olin will go berserk, right?

Like good-natured mothers who do not like to force the will, Mother did not force Anara to stick with the idea of Arsenio.

In the end, the holiday agenda that Arsenio designed remains approved by Mother, but with whom she will go, Mother does not want to take a headache.

While Arsenio, she looked at Anara grudgingly afterwards. His lips were muttering without a sound, as if he were saying; I don't want to know, you have to come. Degan intonation typical annoying himself.

Oh, Anara doesn't care. To break the uncomfortable relationship, he rushed to bring dirty dishes to the sink to wash. He ignored the prohibition of Mother who asked herself not to dwell with soap and dishwashing sponge. Anara continued to do the activity with pleasure. At least, it was more fun than having to deal with Arsenio who was possessed by a reog.

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