Losing Us
Behind His Smile, He Wept a Lot

Nothing is improving. Anara's relationship with Arsenio still goes like a love-hate—most hate—relationship where they will still argue for small things. Then they will make up after the random chat that occurred took them at the same point; photography.

It is really like they want to declare to the world that the relationship they have is only a friend, not a couple who are married by force, especially to have the opportunity to fall in love with each other.

“Swipe bit.” For the second time, Arsenio asked Anara to shift her body position on the mattress. If Anara wanted to be diligent in counting, this might have been more than ten times since they stopped the unclear debate about how many holes were in a straw and decided to go to sleep.

“Look at this.” Anara pointed at the edge of the mattress with the sewot. “Body I touched the wood. So, you know what? If I slide a little more like you asked, I'll fall.” And after all, Arsenio who asked herself to sleep on a mattress on the grounds of not wanting Anara to catch a cold because it had been four consecutive days sleeping on a thin floor mattress.

“Still be able to slide a little more, your body will be small.” Arsenio is still struggling.

Upset, and no longer have the energy to argue, Anara woke up. Not to shift the sleeping position as Arsenio requested, but to re-deploy a floor mattress that has been a true friend since the last four nights—lima, if combined with the first day of the Mother stay.

“Gue ask you to make a slide, Aishalma Anara, instead of even a floor mattress title again.” Sung at.

Do you know Raisa's song called Serba Salah? Well, that's how Anara's current position is.

“The staff is fussy, ask me to slide on and on. Udahlah, I just sleep here, will not catch a cold as well.” Anara held out the floor mattress, then quickly lay down before Arsenio nagged again.

“Just ask for a little slide, not fuss at all.”

“Iya, whatever, deh.” During the bodo, Anara still pulled the blanket up to the limit of the stomach, then quickly closed her eyes.

Only then did Anara want to say a prayer in the heart, Arsenio had already made a tantrum again. Not knowing Adab, he suddenly carried Anara's body and laid the small body back on the mattress before the owner even had time to rebel.

“ARSENIO!” anara shouted after Arsenio distanced herself. Still with nothing, he pushed Anara's forehead back, forcing her to lie still.

“Silent, it's late. The sound of you tuh cempreng, like a can of rhombeng, so do not have to mostly scream.” Insolent again, Arsenio also threw a thick blanket belonging to Anara left on the mattress floor. Make him land on the wife's face. “Sleep. Do not have to slide again, I already put you in the most appropriate position.”

Angrily, Anara removed the blanket from her face, then looked at the edge of the mattress to check how far Arsenio had put herself on the bed.

However, Anara was instead made dumbstruck because in fact the position of the body that is now even farther from the edge of the mattress. Like, moving a little, Anara can directly touch the body of Arsenio next to him.

“This enggak—“

“That's a big deal, jeez. Yes, just sleep, don't bother!” Anara kicep's. Finally, just put up a blanket, then close your eyes and continue the prayer in your heart before the real Arsenio turns into a tiger.

Moments and seconds are missed and Anara hopes to fall asleep soon, even in fact bringing herself to a condition where her soul is reluctant to rest. Adjusting his breath was done to make the body more relaxed to be more easily asleep, but in vain because he stayed awake until the seconds passed more and more.

In the end, Anara gave up again. His eyes opened slowly, then with a careful movement, he turned to the side, where it turned out that Arsenio had closed her eyes on her back with both arms folded in front of her chest. His breathing looked regular, and for Anara, it was an indication that Arsenio was already completely asleep.

Trying adrenaline, Anara now not only turned her head, but also tilted her body to the right in order to see Arsenio more clearly. In his eyes, the current appearance of Arsenio did not look at all annoying. Scribes tensed around his face and neck when he was insistent did not appear at all. Even with sharp eyes that he more often lay like daily food.

“Gute nacht, Arsenio.” And that good night's greeting became the breaker of Anara's activities in looking at Arsenio silently. Afterwards, he closed his eyes, repeating the prayer by slipping some other prayers for their relationship.

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“Gute nacht, Arsenio.”

Letting Anara sleep in the same bed seemed like it was indeed the wrong decision. Supposedly, Arsenio just let the girl stay asleep on the floor mattress. Without caring that this morning she had seen Anara stretching the muscles around her back and neck so pitifully. The floor mattress that Anara slept on for four days in a row was indeed hard, then it was natural that the girl felt like her entire body was being crushed. And, Arsenio's conscience is the main culprit why she ended up sharing a mattress.

A few minutes after Anara's good night in German, Arsenio opened her eyes again. Anara's innocent baby-like face became the first sight when she turned her head slightly. Arsenio wasn't sure if Anara was actually sleeping or not, and she didn't want to be caught staring, so she didn't move much and just turned her head.

“Crewet, sloppy, crybaby.” In between the activities of looking at Anara's sleeping face, Arsenio still had time to revile in the heart. Careless and careless was already another name that he often used to call the girl. While the crybaby he never used because Anara just always cried silently. In front of other people, Anara will only always be the Chewy and the Sloppy. While the Cengeng seemed to be deliberately kept only for himself.

Arsenio also did not know that behind her annoying attitude, it turns out Anara also cried a lot. He will not know if Mommy does not have the idea of staying here for a week, so they have to share the room you do not want.

Precisely on the third day of the Mother's stay, Arsenio woke up at 2 am because she heard the sound of a nanar stuffing from a woman. And since she was not a typical believer in ghosts, her logical brain immediately thought quickly that the crying sound was coming from Anara, who was actually hitching a ride in her room.

Arsenio who was still half sleepy that night moved down from the bed. Walking towards the bathroom because according to her hearing, Anara's crying voice came from there.

Arsenio's hand was about to knock, wanting to ask what happened and whether Anara needed help. However, her selfish side grew bigger so she ended up just standing around in front of the bathroom door— being a witness to how sad Anara was crying that night.

I don't know what makes Anara so sad, because there is no lamentation coming out of the girl's lips that is used to refute whatever Arsenio says. It was really just the sound of crying that was getting longer and louder.

Despite the urgency of knocking to ask what was going on, Arsenio remained standing there for almost ten minutes. She ran back to the bed and pretended to be asleep when Anara's crying voice subsided and the bathroom door handle seemed to move for a while afterwards.

That night, Arsenio could not go back to sleep. He spent the whole night with the question why? which until this moment did not succeed he asked directly to Anara.

Know what made Arsenio more stunned afterwards? The morning when he came down to join sarapa before leaving for work, he found Anara had already sat with Mother at the dinner table. The look on his face was beaming, his smile was flared once—bright, as bright as the future Arsenio put together with Olin. It was as if nothing had happened to him the night before. It was as if the pineapple cry that the girl escaped until the early hours of the morning was nothing. It was as if Anara who was crying at night and Anara who was smiling brightly in the morning were indeed two different people.

Arsenio dislikes feeling compassion for others, so she tries to forget the events of the night and assumes that all women are indeed so; often crying for things that are not clear why.

However, Arsenio's efforts ended in a dead end when she again found Anara crying in the same way, just at dawn today. Who finally realized that Anara was not doing well, but the girl had no place to tell stories.

Arsenio and Olin have each other, but Anara really only has herself.

“Gute nacht, crybaby.” Like a coward, Arsenio returned the good night in her heart. Even so, she continued to pray sincerely: hopefully one day, Anara will find someone she can make a place to complain about. Because the world is too cruel to be waded alone.

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