Losing Us
Cross The Line's

Three weeks later....

Arsenio said, the percentage of chances of him and Anara to fall in love with each other is very small, only 0.01 percent. Look difficult? Completely impossible?

But for those who believe, that 0.01 percent is enough to make them believe that the odds remain. Their hopes were nurtured from the small possibilities contained in the number 0.01 that Arsenio mentioned. The man may not be aware that even the smallest percentage is still a possibility, and can become a reality without guessing or calculating.

On a cold night in mid-December, Anara witnesses Arsenio infiltrate the house after spending time with a lover she adores half-dead.

Tonight, just like that mid-December night, Arsenio again infiltrated the house. Anara was already not surprised as the man passed by her who was sitting on the living room sofa and just walked up the stairs. Anara doesn't mind. Arsenio has always been.

However, there was one thing that disturbed Anara, making her originally noisy head become even more boisterous when her sturdy back was no longer visible in front of her eyes. Arsenio's body had indeed disappeared in the closed door, but Anara still remembered the look of the face she had first met when the man entered the house decades ago.

Arsenio looked sad. His eyes were soft and his lips seemed to fall. There was no bright twinkle from the pair of dark-sliced eagle eyes, nor the usual grin that he used to incite every time he met his lover.

Anara became curious, what had happened during their time together? He knew Arsenio had told him repeatedly that whatever happened to his life—including his relationship with Olin—was none of his business. Anara has no right to know, let alone interfere.

But, after all, Arsenio was her husband. Legal in the eyes of law and religion. Even though the man continued to insist that their relationship was never more than a 'friend' living under one roof.

Then can Anara just stand by and watch the man who has tied the sacred promise to her mope? Of course not.

So Anara, stubbornly, got up from the sofa. Riding the stairs one by one while continuing to guess what would make Arsenio come home with such a face.

Anara knew, as she stood in front of the door of Arsenio's room now and decided to knock several times, the possibility of being opened by the owner was very small. But again let Anara say, no matter how small, it is still a possibility that could happen.

So Anara actually knocked on the door in front of her. A one-time. Not getting a response. Twice. It's still the same. The third and fourth beats yield nothing. And Anara has decided to stop after the fifth beat, if indeed on that beat there remains no response from the humans inside there.

Knock the fifth Anara. Three seconds later, just as he took one step back before turning his body to leave, the door in front opened.

Arsenio appeared with the most chaotic state Anara had ever seen before. Her eyes are red. The tail of Anara's eyes accidentally caught a bruise on her handbooks that made absolutely no attempt to hide. Anara grimaced to see how Arsenio's mess was now. Increasingly wondering what events had made that fierce man seem so weak now.

“What.” His voice sounded cold, just like usual. But the look in her eyes seemed so fragile that it felt like Anara wanted to reach that tall body into an embrace. Patting his sinking back that now fell drooping and saying it was okay, everything would be fine. But Anara realized that desire could only be realized inside the head. Know why? Because just like the previous days, Arsenio would only yell at him not to touch anywhere.

“Why you?” finally that was all Anara could ask. Among the many questions that had shrouded his head, he could only ask that one.

Anara had already guessed Arsenio would say 'no business lo' with her firm and intimidating tone of voice. But you know what the man said instead?

It says, “Gue is sad. Here, it hurts.” While holding his own chest.

Anara clearly could not see the wound that Arsenio was feeling right now. But from the look of her eyes that were getting dimmer, Anara seemed to be able to feel how much pain that was whipping the man at this time.

“Why? What makes you sad?” ask Anara again. It was fine if after this Arsenio would snap with a deafening loud voice. At least he's trying to care. For Anara, that was enough.

But once again what Anara imagined inside her head did not happen. Instead of shouting like the days before, Arsenio grabbed her wrist, leading her into the room she had stayed in a few days when Mother stayed three weeks ago.

The door behind closed, and when Anara turned to check on Arsenio who was standing behind, her body instantly froze. Anara felt something stuck to her lips. Soft and warm.

It took at least a full eight seconds until Anara could digest the situation. Arsenio was kissing him. An Arsenio Galandra who always spoke in a high tone to him now kissed his lips peacefully. He closed his eyes, but his lips that met with Anara's still did not move a little.

His big hands rested peacefully on both shoulders of Anara. Just hold it gently without any more pressure she wants to give to the girl. It was as if he pressed down just a little, then Anara would be crushed. It was as if Anara was a glassware that he had to keep from falling in splashes.

Whether it had been a second to how long Arsenio had distanced her face a little, only to arrive at a distance where Anara could see the perfect sculpture on her face. The yellow room lights seemed to make the perfect face look more beautiful. Their spies meet, chasing each other in an elaborate labyrinth that is difficult to find a way out.

Then Anara realized one thing. There was the smell of alcohol emanating from the side of the male lips before him. I don't know why he didn't realize it since. Maybe because he was engrossed in the smell of perfume that he could only end from the dirty clothes of Arsenio who lived in the basket before he put it in the washing machine. Or perhaps, Anara was too focused on the male's stare.

Anara was clearly confused. Arsenio already told me that she was having a hard time with this matchmaking. Anara nodded in agreement as she felt the same way. Because this matchmaking makes him a bad guy. This match made him the third.

Anara was aware of having given Arsenio a lot of trouble. But if it makes the man feel sad, it feels like he has no power for it. That is, rather than sad, shouldn't Arsenio be angry? Or is Arsenio actually angry, only he misspelled the word because the alcohol content he drank was too high and already made him confused with his own words?

“Here hurts, Anara. Lo make me suffer pain that I have never rasain before.” Arsenio carried Anara's hand to her chest, bandaging it with her big hand so that Anara's small hand was completely drowned.

Anara. His throat suddenly felt dry, as if he had not been getting water for days. His breath held for a few seconds along with the pain that crept up. He still did not understand where this conversation was headed. Why did he make Arsenio sad?

“Arsenio, I don't know what you say.” Anara. His hand on Arsenio's chest tried to be let go, but the man clasped her tightly as if afraid of loss.

There was a foreign feeling mixed in Anara's heart at the moment, making her still boisterous head even more full.

Anara needed an explanation, but what Arsenio did next only made her more confused. Instead of replying, Arsenio grabbed her lips again. As Anara felt those thick lips move slowly, she did not know why she closed her eyes.

Next to Arsenio's hand touched Anara's nape. Making the fine feathers that were there stand in unison and Anara felt amused beyond measure. No one had ever touched the area before and Arsenio's big hand was his first. One more hand still faithfully clasped Anara's hand on her chest, as if wanting the girl to feel her heartbeat which she did not know why her tempo was getting faster.

Anara loses count of the time they passed in each ****** and decap created. This was her first time kissing, but strangely she had no trouble at all. It was as if their lips were indeed created to meet and fondle each other. Moreover, Arsenio treated herself so gently. There was no demand from any slow motion he took. It was as if they wanted this to go on for a long time so had to do it slowly.

Anara opened her eyes when she felt her back collide with a soft object. Mattresses. Somehow, he was already lying on the bed. With Arsenio's large body on it. Arsenio did not push him. Tried to hold back with one arm on the left of Anara's body while the other hand moved slowly to fix the mane of the girl who was messy covering the eyes. There was a puja tucked from the look in his eyes. A very difficult gaze for Anara to translate even though she was hard enough trying.

“I want you. Can I?” He asked in a low voice and sounded a little hoarse. The smell of alcohol was re-smelled by Anara, but strangely she did not mind.

Anara did not answer that question because she honestly did not understand her point. Arsenio wanted him. In what definition? Arsenio wanted him. Meaning how?

“Can I?” Arsenio asked again.

Anara did not know what was in her head as she nodded slowly. Clearly, two seconds after that, he found Arsenio smiling faintly. In the second, he lost the ability to process an event.

I don't know where that happened first. Arsenio again touched her lips, or the man's big hand that snuck into the nightgown she was wearing. Anara's head felt heavy, so she didn't want to think of anything. Especially when Arsenio's warm hands touched parts of her body that previously only she herself could touch and see, Anara felt like she was floating in the air.

Anara's head that originally felt heavy instantly became light. So lightly, he felt he could not think of anything either. Blank. All that was heard minutes later was the roar of breath and the sound of a simple whisper.

Until finally, Arsenio paused for a moment. He looked at Anara who was under him, as if inviting talk through the dark bead that had been secretly the girl craved. One hand moved rubbing Anara's cheeks which seemed to have turned red.

Then he said, “Lo knows where our activities are headed. So, I give you a chance to push me right now.” This time her hand went down to Anara's neck. Her long finger moved slowly rubbing the sensitive skin of her neck, making Anara's body tremble slowly due to an unbearable tingling feeling. “Because if it has started, I will not be able to stop.” Further.

Anara was given the opportunity to push him away. He should have done. His brain commanded that too. But I don't know why Anara's body did the opposite. As if you can walk on your own without the help of the brain that has been giving commands. Both of Anara's arms stretched out, grabbing the man's neck over it for him to bring back in a warm kiss.

Anara's eyes were already closed and she completely lost her sanity the moment something foreign entered her. It hurt, but Arsenio made her forget the pain by peeping her lips over and over again. Her hands moved rubbing the messy hair until Anara forgot the pain she had previously felt.

Anara had no idea how long it had been. They are fully soluble in activities that make the entire body wet with sweat. Upon awakening, Anara found herself lying next to Arsenio. The man hugged her so tightly. There was no cloth blocking the meeting of their skin so Anara could feel the warmth from Arsenio's body. Arsenio's eyes were closed, but Anara was not sure if the man was actually sleeping.

“You’re not alone now.” His whisper after landing a kiss on Anara's temple.

You’re not alone. Anara should be happy that Arsenio said that. But somehow he felt this was all wrong.

Supposedly, when Arsenio gave him a chance to run, Anara used it well. He had already broken the boundary line that the man had set in the first place. And after his consciousness returned tomorrow morning, Arsenio would probably curse himself a hundred times.

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