Losing Us
Back to the Past

Like the weather is unstable, so is the mood of Arsenio that is completely unpredictable. After acting nosy since morning, the man had now turned into a fierce super-duper. Anara was not even allowed into her room. Shouts for the sake of shouts he echoed despite knowing his mother was still on the same roof as them.

“Do not disturb me!” again, I don't know how many times.

Just so you know, Anara was not doing anything when Arsenio said that. Anara was just standing in the doorway, staring at Arsenio who was sitting cross-legged on the mattress with her face bent.

“Lo evil.” Suddenly accusation. I don't know why, Anara doesn't know. As he remembered, he had done nothing to Arsenio since morning. Even Arsenio who always bothers Anara endlessly?

“You're a tambet or what exactly?” ask Anara at the end. It is also tired of just being a listener for the absurd ramblings that Arsenio threw since almost half an hour ago.

“Lo nasty, Anara.” Instead of answering Anara's question.

“I why? I have nothing to do with you.”

“There!” sergeant. His face was not good enough to see. His narrow eyes bulged, Anara to worry that his jet-colored eyeballs would be dislodged.

“What? What do I do you think?”

“Lo refuse to invite me to Jogja.”

Speechless. Anara had to take a break for almost three full minutes only to receive the unreasonable reason it was— and she ended up still unable to accept it at all.

“That's like you said evil?” anara asked not to think. When compared to Arsenio's behavior so far, isn't the rejection that Anara gave no meaning at all? After all, since when did rejecting someone else's request become a crime?

Basically Arsenio was in addition to annoying also strange, the man even nodded his head assuring Anara's question.

“Why is it evil?”

“Because you know I really want to go there, and only you can take me there together, and you even nolak.” The cerocos. Exactly a whining firecracker that has no end to the stop.

“You can take Olin.”

“She won't want to!” Arsenio is still tight. Already so, he jumped down from the bed, walked quickly to Anara while showering his wife with a judgmental look. “Gue already said, can only go the same lo.” His embrace after stopping about three steps in front of Anara.

Well, Anara's dizzy. It's like he was told to negotiate with a determined Kindergarten boy asking to go to the supermarket on a motorbike alone. Of course the answer was no, but he could not clearly say it because the boy would only get more berserk.

Finally, all Anara could do instead was ask Arsenio to give her one reason why she should be willing to accompany the man to Jogja.

“First, you can vacation. Counting thin healing, no, anyway? Do you feel stuck just at home for months? Second, the trip was all I was responsible for the cost. Airfare, hotel, dining, accommodation while in Jogja, shopping costs, everything. And lastly, this is a good opportunity to convince Mother that we are all right.” Unmistakably.

At first glance, the row of alsan sounds tantalizing. But then Anara found something strange. First, the thin healing that Arsenio said was just an alibi. Anara knew, when she agreed to come along, Arsenio would only set herself up as a 'babu' to help take care of the man's needs. Second, it is Arsenio's obligation to cover all costs because this agenda is hers. And lastly, there is no benefit for Anara, either Mother thinks their relationship is fine or not. Anara knew Mommy would never blame her, even if she knew the true condition of their household.

“Still need to think what else, anyway?” the demand, lure Anara to pass an upset decapitation.

“All the reasons you love there is not a single reasonable thing in my head.”

“That's because your brain is small.” Her lips.

Anara also mendelik, “Udah know my brain is small, why bother ngajakin I make go? There will be problems later you will bother yourself.”

This time, it was even Arsenio's turn to cluck. “We keep going, point.” After making a decision unilaterally, he walked quickly towards the bed. As fast as lightning jumped up onto the bed, wrapped his body in a thick blanket to cover up to the neck.

Already dizzy, Anara decided to turn back. However, just as his steps were about to swing, Arsenio again shouted.

“What else?” asked Anara with a hardened jaw. She was very worried about that man.

“Close the door!”

For God's sake..can Anara turn back the clock so that she doesn't have to marry the weird man bin sucks bin childlike like this?

While mumbling, Anara closed the door of Arsenio's room in a slamming motion. Stupid timing. He knew Arsenio was babbling from the top of his bed, cursing himself even though none of his insults reached his ears.

The night is old enough. At 10 past 15. At first, Anara wanted to sleep in the middle room, but stopped after realizing she came out of Arsenio's room without carrying any sleeping equipment. Even if Anara turned off the air conditioner in the living room, she would still wake up shivering in the cold the next day.

Thinking for a while, Anara finally ventured to turn the direction. Slowly walked up to the guest room, standing for quite a while in front of the door before finally knocking on it several times.

Mother appeared to open the door. His smile was glistened when he found Anara was the impolite impostor carried out at night.

“Hai, An. Need something?” ask Mother gently.

“Eung..” for a moment, Anara hesitated to convey her intentions. The problem is, this is an unexpected plan that just came to his head, so he did not prepare an excuse just in case Mother asked why he had to evacuate to the guest room.

“An?”

Anara exhaled slowly. Well, inevitably, he had to be clever looking for an excuse. Instead of having to sleep in the living room and end up being ice cubes?

“An can not, sleep with Mother tonight?” ask Anara carefully.

There was something that immediately caught Anara's attention when they reached the side of the bed. It was a thick-sized photo album whose position was open, featuring several rows of photos of adorable boys.

“Pending another look at the photo album when Arsenio was a child.” Obviously Mother, maybe aware that since Anara was fixated long enough on the photo album.

Anara only commented a thin smile. After that, do not know also what to react to the Mother's explanation.

“If you don't want to go straight to sleep, want to nemenin Mother nostalgia? All of you later Mommy tells behind the story of each of those photos.” Tawar.

Since Anara is not yet sleepy, and gathering information about Arsenio's childhood might bring benefits so that she can fight Arsenio's toughness tomorrow, she agrees.

Then they went up to the bed. Mother asked Anara to sit leaning on the headboard of the bed, raise the blanket to the waist and then start opening a photo album from the earliest page.

The first photo that Mother showed Anara was a photo of a bushy black-haired baby with her cheeks puffed up. He was lying on his stomach on a mattress and his tiny body was wrapped in a thick blanket.

“This time Arsen aged 5 or 6 months, Mother does not remember too much. After bathing, want to be invited to take a walk with his father to the complex park.”

“Gold.” Comment Anara.

Mom just smiled, then continued on to the next photo. Photo where little Arsenio (Mother says she's only 3 or 4 years old) is soaking in a bathtub. His body and head were full of soapy foam, and he looked like a henchman.

“You know, no, why can he be anteng and not fuss at all?” ask Mommy.

Anara shook her head, because she did not know what the reason was. And do not most children even tend to be fussy and difficult when told to take a shower?

“That's because he's really excited to go with his father to the night market. In the past our economic conditions have not been as good as now, so that his father Arsen can love to nyenengin his son just by being invited to the night market.”

Anara is still seriously listening, not giving any comments until Mother shows the other photo. In the photo, Arsenio already looks bigger. He looked gloomy, in front of the food that was served neatly on the dining table.

“This is him again craving, because his father came home late when previously promised to play with him. If you've been mengambek gini, An, susaaaah really persuaded. At that time Mother and Father had to buy her a new chocolate box she wanted to stop sulking.”

No wonder why the current Arsenio is so annoying. It has been a drama since childhood.

“Well, if this one..” Mother paused her sentence to simply correct the sitting position. The index point leads to one photo and Anara also paid attention to the photo. A photo in which Arsenio smiled thinly in front of the camera, and both of her narrow eyes disappeared.

“This is a photo of the time he went with his father to Korea. This is when our economic conditions have started to improve and his father Arsen can be rewarded for going to Korea from work. Because they only got two tickets, they ended up going alone without Mommy.”

“Sad.” Comment Anara. Referring to the Mother's non-participation on a holiday trip at that time.

In contrast to Anara's reaction, Mother laughed. “Why sad? Wong runs out of it we can even travel around Europe three, use your own money anyway.”

“But it was a rare moment, Bun. First vacation abroad, right?”

Mother smiled gently. “Emang. But nothing, right after that Mother can always participate in each of our holidays.”

As if you do not want to see Anara who is still concerned, Mother also turned the album page again. One by one photos of each moment of Arsenio's growth and development were shown to his daughter-in-law, and Mommy in detail told what was behind the photos.

Anara continued to listen happily. He said the memories are eternal, they do not change even though time passes and the people in them begin to change. Accompanying Mommy to look back on her memories with little Arsenio makes Anara feel like entering into the story part of a film that initially only she can see through a glass screen. Together with the narrative and the soft voice of Mother, Anara like to feel her presence in their story. It was as if he had been there from the beginning.

Almost at the end of the page, Anara's focus is on a photo that is displayed alone. Unlike other photos lined up with at least three other photos, the photo was there alone—although the place beside it was still blank no man.

“Bun,” Anara interrupts when Mommy is pointing at another photo. Over the interruption, Mother stopped the story and turned to look at him seriously.

“Why, An?”

“It..” Anara pointed at the photo that stole her attention, and Mother also followed the direction of her index finger. “Why is An here?”

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Hayooooloh, how can there be An with Arsenio??? Where the block really is, it's a gemessss