Losing Us
New Life

The first day of being a wife, Anara does cooking for herself. Arsenio was gone, very early in the morning driving her car out of nowhere, Anara was not told. Even so, it seems he knows. The man may have come to see his girlfriend, whom he had made yesterday to hold back tears throughout the whole event.

Looking further at Arsenio's lover, Anara would say that; she fell in love with the woman even at first sight. Olin beautiful. Definition of beauty according to the standards of beauty that are upheld in Indonesia. His body was so tall, maybe almost touching the number 165? When compared to Anara who was only 158 inches tall, Olin clearly looks much taller. Her hair is long on her back, straight from the roots all the way to the cross of the neck while the rest is wavy pretty, light brown color—Anara doesn't know if she's coloring it or it's indeed the original color of her hair.

Then, his irises were hazel, enough to attract the attention of anyone who met him for the first time. Her full lips were red, although Anara knew it was thanks to the help of lipstick, somehow she was sure the original color would not be much different either. The skin is smooth white, as white as snow that often falls in four-season countries. And what attracted Anara the most was the fragrance of the perfume that Olin used. The smell of roses, and it is one of the collections of expensive brands that of course for Anara will need a lot of consideration to buy it.

Perfect. That was how Anara described how the figure of the beautiful girl was in her eyes. Unfortunately, that perfection must be tarnished by the presence of Anara who— snatched away her lover.

Whatever happens in this world has its reasons. There is no coincidence, for God knows all that is to walk in the vastness of all things. Anara believed that phrase more than she believed in herself.

But now, Anara so back to wondering, what is the reason for the matchmaking and the presence of him as a third person in the relationship of lovers who love each other? To test the strength of their love, or just to make Anara understand that love alone is never enough to guarantee that lovers will end up living together in the sacred bond of marriage?

Anara took a deep breath, letting the oxygen supply fill her chest until it bulged before she finally exhaled back with a super soft sigh.

“Don't regret anything, An. Because once one thing changes from the past, then other things in the future will also change and it is not necessarily better than what you have got.”

“But, what if the things that happened were actually better not to happen at all?”

“It may not be like that. If there was a better scenario, God would have chosen to do it. Whatever it is, An, it's the best. Trust me, Papa."

“An believe,” at least, that's all Anara can say to herself. His head is still busy guessing what is the reason behind all this, but he will still believe that this scenario is the best. Exactly as her father always said when Anara began to ask what happened in this life.

If continued, this reflection will not be completed even until later after midnight. So while she could, Anara immediately withdrew. Then, he began to clean the dishes used for eating, taking them to the sink to be washed and returned to the original place.

Finished doing that little job, Anara had no plans whatsoever to do. The house he lives in is still completely foreign. It's also not sure if you can explore to find out more before getting permission from Arsenio. So, Anara wouldn't have the idea to do it. Or he might return to be the man's moons.

Anara was about to walk back to the room, when the bell at the front door rang loudly and she was forced to turn her steps in that direction. At nine o'clock, it was still too early to receive guests, but Anara kept the door open because anyone knew it was an important guest.

And it turns out, Anara's guess did not miss too far. For now standing before him was Sarah, the mother of Arsenio who is now also her mother-in-law.

“Hai, Darling.” Say hello to the woman with the hair of the boat while smiling.

Anara only returned the greeting with a thin smile, then led Mother into the house while the woman was clutching her arm so tightly.

“Which arts?” ask Mommy.

Automatic, Anara's steps stopped. It is impossible to tell Mother that Arsenio has been gone since morning, and she herself does not even know where exactly the man is now, right? If it is done, it is called suicide.

“An? How do you even daydream?”

Anara chuckles awkwardly. “Arsenio again out Bun, he said he wants to go to the supermarket buy some needs.” Lying because you can't find a better reason.

Mother's forehead seemed wrinkled because of Anara's answer, for some reason. “Tumben.” Mumbled the woman.

Letting Mother stay silent longer will only make other questions that may not be faced pop up. So to prevent it, Anara immediately pulled Mother's arm towards the kitchen, persuading her to sit down for a while to taste the dishes she deliberately made more while thinking about how to get Arsenio to go home immediately.

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“You didn't sleep with him, did you?”

Believe it or not, but Olin has asked her 12 times since Arsenio first appeared in front of her three hours ago. In fact, the answer Arsenio gave was still the same; no. But Olin seemed dissatisfied and planned to keep asking Arsenio as much as he could.

“Not or not?”

“Now, Honey. Won't do. I promise I won’t touch her, even just the slice of her hair. “ Said Arsenio, trying to convince. “You don't have to worry, I'm yours, the kayak I always say.”

Olin did not answer. He drowned his face deep in the chest of Arsenio's field, his hands moved to hug his lover more tightly, as if he did not want to let go of the man at all. As if this was the last chance for them to be able to hold each other.

Arsenio knew an apology wouldn't mean much, so she stopped saying it right after realizing it. Afterwards, all one could try was to not hurt Olin more. Not to crush his heart any worse. To not make it fall apart.

“I'm yours, Lin. Always, and forever will continue to be so.” Arsenio's eyelids then closed, along with a tightening hug on Olin's body which gave off the scent of roses from Bvlgari Omnia Amethyste which he sprayed on several parts of his body. Arsenio always loved the aroma, calming—just like how Olin always had a thousand and one ways to make his anxiety disappear.

“Gal,” Olin calling from in arms.

Arsenio simply cleared her throat, still reluctant to open her eyes or just loosen up a hug. While still in his arms, Olin did not continue his speech until almost a minute later.

“You know, right, if I only had you in this world?” it was the first sentence Olin uttered afterwards. Arsenio's chest was claustrophobic, but she nodded her head and finally opened her eyes.

Olin is not an orphan like Anara. Both of his parents are still alive, even in the reel of treasure. His father owned the largest broadcasting company in Indonesia, while his mother was the head of a hospital in an elite hospital where officials and jetsets entrusted their health care. Olin has one older brother who is six years older and a younger brother who is just 16 years old.

Perhaps, you would think being Olin looks easy because she is the only daughter in the family. Spoiled, hailed, prioritized.

But you are wrong.

Being the only daughter actually makes Olin isolated. Although modern times and gender equality have been discussed everywhere, both of Olin's parents still understand that girls cannot be expected to inherit what is already in the family.

Lead company? Olin's older brother who had jumped first into the business world was clearly a better choice. Continuing the trail as a reliable doctor whose position continues to rise from time to time, and hailed by everyone because of undoubted competence? Can't either. Olin had a condition where he could not get into medicine so inevitably, he instead ended up majoring in economics instead.

In essence, Olin always felt that he existed, but the existence was only a complement in the family. Just so that she could be exhibited to relatives and colleagues as a beautiful and sweet child. Just about that. What his parents always were proud of to people was just about Olin's physical beauty which was arguably well above average.

Outside, Olin's life seemed perfect. No one knew that in it, Olin was already dying and almost dying so often he felt worthless.

“I only have you, Galandra. So please, please don't you ever have any thoughts of leaving me.”

It won't, Olin. But Arsenio did not manage to say that. The man's tongue suddenly shriveled.

“One year. Two years. Fifteen years even if you have to be stuck in this marriage, I don't care. Just don't ever let go of me. As long as you never leave me alone.” Petunya again. Full of earnestness that emanated clearly from both his eyeballs.

Arsenio did not reply, only pulled back Olin's body and hugged her tighter. Right, all Arsenio had to do was not leave Olin alone. Then it should, he can do that, right?

Seriate