Losing Us
It's All About Anara

Anara could not take her eyes off Arsenio who was feeding food into her mouth with a sewot movement. Right now, the man is neat, already wearing a shirt suit and pants material—ready to go to the office.

Back in Anara's head about the conversation with Mother last night. A photo of his childhood in the childhood reminiscence album Arsenio. Mother said the photo was taken when she and Arsenio were visiting the city where Anara and her parents lived. It was their first time—Anara and Arsenio— met in person, and Mommy said Anara was directly attached to Arsenio like they were destined to be solid friends.

Anara clearly rejected the explanation completely in her mind. Because as hard as it tried, there was no memory of the events of that time left in his head. He even thought that if his first meeting with Arsenio and Mommy yes on the day of his parents' funeral was held, there were no days before that.

However, Mommy reassured herself by showing some other photos taken on the same day—with a different angle. After the valid evidence was presented to her, Anara could no longer dodge it.

“Your mom said you fell when you were 8 or 9. Because of the falling scene, your head is injured and some memory from your childhood is likely erased due to the injury you suffered, An. So Mother is not surprised if you do not remember the same Mother and Arsenio from the first time we met at the funeral.”

Mother explained it like that when she saw Anara who was still silent in confusion.

Okay. If the matter of injury to the head that makes forget in some childhood memory, Anara admitted that it is true. Mama had already said that to him when he was a teenager and began to wonder why there were not many memories from the period where the toddler age to 7 years.

The problem now is whether it is true, the child he said he immediately patched on the first day they met was Arsenio Galandra, who was, this madly annoying guy who is now sitting in front of him? And if that was true, did Arsenio also not remember the slightest bit about their brief encounter in the past?

“Arsenio.” By getting rid of all the fear she had, Anara called out to the man.

Arsenio just cleared her throat. The rice on his plate was gone, the water in the glass he had poured out, but he was still reluctant to turn his head.

“When small, you ever fall until make your head seriously injured or not?” because Arsenio probably experienced the same thing.

“What kind of strange question is that again?” sengak, as usual. Just answer yes or no. That simple.

“Jawab aja, sih.”

“Nggak.” Keto. “Why? Any problem? Lo don't make me sprain yes, it's still morning.”

Dihs. Anara reflexes sneered in the heart. Let alone asking, he just kept silent was also able to make Arsenio feel upset. What does that mean? Yes, it is true, it is basically Arsenio who is emotional.

“Evenings, before I had the same Mother sleeping, we took another look at your childhood photo album.” Although upset, Anara continued. He was just curious, this Arsenio really did not remember him, or just pretended not to remember so that he did not disturb the man?

As expected, Arsenio looked confused. “Ya continues, what's the problem?”

“There's a photo of me there.” Reveal it.

“Oh.” Arsenio Sahut. Short, solid, sucks. Her indifferent-looking face made Anara's desire to kick her stomach grow even bigger.

“You remember, we once took a photo of the two as a child?” asked Anara, trying hard to refrain from being inedible with emotions.

“Important I should remember?”

Well, it's wrong to talk to this shitty human. Surrender. Anara is not strong anymore. Whatever. Whatever it was, whether remember it or not, or even if the photo was a result of engineering, Anada no longer cared.

In order to maintain sanity that should not be damaged in this sunny morning, Anara immediately transport dirty dishes to the sink to be washed. He left Arsenio's. No matter if the man shouted for the plate to be cleaned as well.

“Mother why the idea of jogging alone, anyway? So I have to be alone with his son who nyebelin.” Anara grumbled, as if it was the first time she had been left with the infuriating human named Arsenio Galandra.

“Important I should remember?” after Arsenio answered so, Anara no longer spoke. The girl directly carried her used plate with a sewer, carrying it towards the sink.

“It's all of me, please! Weys! Anara!” arsenio's cry was also not touched at all by him. In fact, he heard a faint snarling sound when the girl reached the sink.

For a while, Arsenio continued to notice how Anara rubbed a dishwashing sponge full of soapy foam onto dirty dishes. Many times the girl made the same gesture, as if the stain on the plate was so stubborn that she had to repeat the rub.

Until then, Anara finished dabbling with the boring activity and returned to walk to the dining table. His face pouted, then with no less rent, he also grabbed the phone that he had previously left just like that.

“Do not forget to close the gate again, I want to go to room.” Then he left without waiting for Arsenio to answer.

The little back he observed slowly drifting away, then completely lost in the turn of the stairs. Then, after his figure was no longer visible in plain sight, Arsenio let out a low sigh.

Regarding the photo of the two of them that Anara asked earlier, Arsenio actually remembered. Naturally, he would not forget the adorable little brat who had nothing to fear when they had first met a dozen years ago. Unlike most children who are shy of cats when meeting new friends, Anara even went to him first and invited to get acquainted. Then in just an instant, the little girl continued to stick to him—persis like a leech that was reluctant to come off when it had started sucking blood.

Their childhood memories are still well preserved in Arsenio's head even though their meeting only lasted for three days. But inside the head, what Arsenio remembered was the adorable little Anara, not the annoying chatter that had to come into her life and make herself have to undo the intention to marry her beloved lover.

No matter how cute she was in the past, the present Anara remained different. That was why Arsenio had never intended to be friendly to him since they met again a few months ago.

Even now, Arsenio still did not intend to be close to him. The friendship he offered the girl was nothing more than an attempt to let Anara know that their relationship was indeed only that good as long ago when they were children, or until anytime as well.

“An where, Sen?”

Mother's voice made Arsenio look up. The woman was full of sweat, but strangely she actually smelled a fresh scent emanating from her body as Mother walked closer.

“Udah up to room.” Arsenio replied as it were. Then, he grabbed the briefcase, preparing to leave early before the streets became increasingly jammed uncontrollably.

“You want to walk now?”

Arsenio nodded, “Keburu stuck. Oh, yes, Monday office is usually very hectic, so please Mommy do not call or chat Arsen told to go home quickly if not urgent.”

Hearing that, Mother even snorted. “But if Olin is a nuisance, it can be, right?”

“Bun,” reprimands, before Mother's talk spreads everywhere.

“Yes, yes, Mommy knows you still love to die with her. But please, don't be long, pity Anara.” And just as Anara did, Mother also left Arsenio without any intention of giving her a chance to voice the contents of the head.

This was the reason why Arsenio thought Anara should not come back into her life as someone more than just a friend. Because ever since he came along and messed up Arsenio's future plans, things have been hard to rearrange.

“Passion Anara.” Arsenio repeated Mother's speech with her distinctive melodic style. “Why is it always Anara who pity? Why has no one ever pity the same love story of me and Olin who had to run aground just because Anara suddenly became an orphan?”

And why does no one feel sorry for Arsenio, who has to defend Olin and take responsibility for Anara? Though he is still just an ordinary human, not Gatot Glass the iron bone wire muscle that can break through all obstacles and paralyze enemies with his super strength.

“Because life is indeed a bastard.” Arsenio concluded by herself, then hurriedly swung a step before her mind became more chaotic since it was still early in the morning.

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