Losing Us
Improving?

Everything's chaos. Since he often finds Anara crying alone at midnight, then turns into a cheerful girl like the previous days when the sun rises, Arsenio becomes confused with her own feelings. Quickly, the name Anara managed to invade most of the area in his brain, making himself often unfocused in doing some things.

The bad news, it also made himself and Olin become more frequent quarrels. The quality of their relationship deteriorated in less than a month. And obviously, Olin had no other suspects for him to be guilty of anything other than Anara. Because from the beginning, Anara had indeed become a forever enemy for Olin.

At the previous quarrel, Arsenio could still persuade Olin. Saying that Anara had absolutely nothing to do with their relationship rift, and that she was just a little tired of the work at the office so her concentration also dropped dramatically. However, everything changes when Arsenio accidentally mentions Anara's name when the supposed name is Olin.

It happened last night. While they were enjoying a dinner where Olin was, for the first time, willing to touch the cookware to serve him a serving of spaghetti bolognese. When Arsenio was supposed to praise her lover for the resulting cuisine, she accidentally mentioned the name of Anara.

Olin was angry, that was obvious. The plate containing his artificial spaghetti bolognese soared into the air before finally falling and breaking into pieces. With a shrill voice of screams and brutal blows that he landed on Arsenio's chest, Olin kicked the man out of her apartment. Keep saying that Arsenio is evil, that the man has betrayed.

The worst part of the incident was the fact that Arsenio could not provide any defense. When he was supposed to be able to persuade Olin and start making up stories about the reason why he had misnamed Anara, Arsenio resigned instead when her body was pushed with full force by Olin to fall to the floor, in a short time it became a spectacle of Olin's unit neighbors who were tilting their heads out because of the commotion they caused the nights.

No more embarrassment or anything. Arsenio could only get up by relying on the remnants of the energy she had, then walked away from the Olin apartment unit with a noisy head instead of playing.

Kilo-kilo meters Arsenio was driving, with no clear direction and purpose as his mind began to drift out of nowhere. Until finally, the car he was driving accidentally passed in front of a lower-class pub offering cheap drinks. With a mind far from clear, Arsenio turned the car there.

The dimly lit pub lights hurt the eyes to welcome Arsenio ala perfunya. The smell of oplosan beers mixed with the musty smell of cigarette smoke immediately befriended the sense of smell even as his feet were freshly stepped on the front door.

A burly man with a dragon tattoo on his arm greeted with an unfriendly look. His muscular hands were busy pouring pungent-scented beers into the glasses of customers who were in their 30s and above. The lonely men who did not have enough funds to be able to go to expensive clubs and taste high-end alcohol.

At the pub, Arsenio then spent hours chugging the oplosan that tasted absolutely bad. A middle-aged man came over, offering a whirling that he said was a cigarette for free while displaying a suspicious smile. Of course, he wasn't consumed by reason. Arsenio knew the whirlwind was not tobacco, but marijuana, which if she smoked it once, she would keep asking for it over and over again.

Glass by glass Arsenio had a throat, the pain in her head still did not decrease. In fact, he felt that the more he had thinned his consciousness, the clearer his name and the shadow of Anara's face appeared on his head.

Arsenio finally decided to leave the pub after leaving behind several hundred thousand bills. Desperate to drive a car in a high state because reluctant to leave the car in the cursed place. If there was a better choice, he would obviously choose it.

And, yes, it all just happened.

When he found Anara sitting alone, Arsenio had tried her best to ignore her existence. Because if he stopped and the girl had time to ask, then the defense he built could collapse instantly.

Arsenio managed to enter the room without engaging in any conversation, but unfortunately, Anara instead knocked on her bedroom door and made her lose control.

When Anara was in front of her last night, she stared with a pitiful look of eyes that were not made up at all, the only thing Arsenio thought of was how to make the girl no longer feel alone. To make Anara believe that the tears that she shed alone each night was permissible for her to share with others, and it just so happened that the other person who made it most possible was Arsenio.

Thus, even the half-crazy Arsenio moved even more wildly. He asked Anara to give up her precious ‘something’. Because that was the only way he thought he could make Anara feel confident that he could start leaning on Arsenio.

But now, when his consciousness had returned, Arsenio became suspicious whether his decision last night was right or not.

“Can you ... move your body? I need a space.” From inside her arms, Anara made a sound.

“Nggak.” Reply Arsenio. The space that Anara asked for was not important at all right now. “Gue want to like this first.”

“Until you stop thinking that I lasanin ‘itu’ just because again drunk.”

Because it has been almost an hour, Anara continues to whine for release. The girl thought Arsenio was sleeping with her just because she was drunk. Well, not entirely wrong, but also not true. Whatever drunk Arsenio was, she wouldn't have slept with anyone, even if it was Olin. This is purely Arsenio's desire, not just a mistake that happened because of a mere hangover.

“Tapi—“

“But what?” after confining his innocent body in a hug, Arsenio stretched their distance slightly. Only until she could look into Anara's eyes that looked more beautiful than the days before.

“You're drunk again.”

“Gue only drinks a little, not until really drunk. The proof, I don't mistakenly recognize you as Olin, right?”

“Stay, this is not true.”

“Not true in which way?”

“Wedding we—“

“Sah in the eyes of law and religion.” Arsenio interrupted again. Didn't want Anara to have more opportunities to talk because it would only make her feelings back bad. “No prohibition for husband and wife to sleep together.”

For some time, Anara was silent with her eyes looking straight at Arsenio. Then he took a slow breath and withdrew further.

“You said this wedding doesn't mean anything.” Sluggishly. His gaze now fell on a place other than Arsenio's eyes. “You said... You won't be able to release Olin because she is everything to you.”

Instantly, replace the silent Arsenio. When it comes to Olin, the answer is still the same. He still couldn't let go of Olin, for whatever reason. Even though he had started to have a sense of responsibility towards Anara, Arsenio still put Olin in first place. Only his relationship and Anara alone wanted him to change, while his relationship with Olin would still go as it should.

“An,”

“I'll assume last night was just a mistake.” Cut it. After which, Anara scooped up the thick blanket that wrapped their innocent body, wore it to cover her own body and instantly turned around before she saw Arsenio's plain body on the bed. “I don't want to ruin anything, including your relationship with Olin. So, let’s pretend if last night nothing happened between us.”

After saying something that even made Arsenio's head feel like breaking, Anara picked up her clothes that were scattered on the floor and then went to the bathroom.

The resulting blowout from the closed bathroom door made Arsenio sigh so long. Apparently, he was in too much of a hurry. Instead of gaining Anara's trust, she might even make their relationship worse.

“Arsenio bego.” Arsenio hit her own head. Even if he knew, it wouldn't change anything.

Seriate