Losing Us
Nothing Has Changed

The sound of a washing machine grinding dirty clothes is the only sound heard in the washing area, and there were two people who also noticed how the dirty clothes were circling in the washing machine. In front of the electronic device, there was Anara who stood while folding her arms in front of her chest, her eyes continued to watch the washing machine turn as if she did not want to miss a single moment.

While Aesenio, the man preferred to stand in front of the door, leaning his broad shoulders against the side of the door while cross-section watching Anara struggling with laundry. After deciding to make friends earlier, they did agree to take turns doing household chores.

Cooking, washing dishes, washing clothes. Everything will be done according to the schedule they have made together. And today was Anara's schedule, so Arsenio just stood watching without intending to move closer and took the initiative to help.

Exactly today, it had been eleven days since the events of that night. The night where Arsenio impulsively attacked Anara in a half-drunk state. And from that day on, according to what Anara said the next day, the woman was actually acting as usual. It was as if nothing had ever happened between them. Which actually makes Arsenio feel more wrong.

Arsenio's goal that night was to make Anara no longer feel alone. That he can be a good husband—that can be relied upon. However, Anara instead makes Arsenio look like a male rascal who only uses their marital status to get the female body legally.

“If you have free time, try checking the fish pond in the back. Yesterday I saw two dead fish, who knows if there is a problem with water or food.” Anara moved closer to the washing machine that had stopped turning.

“Nobody said I have free time.” Arsenio Sahut. The man was still reluctant to move from his position. His eyes were also still following wherever Anara's footsteps went.

“You from earlier just stood there, what is not free time if it is like that?” while nagging, Anara moved the clothes that were still half wet into the dryer. “Or if you don't want to check the fish, try to waste the dead taneman from the pot, so I can fill the new taneman.”

“Males.”

A long breath sounded later. Then, after making sure all the clothes had gone into the dryer, Anara turned around and stepped quickly toward Arsenio.

Anara paused three steps in front of Arsenio, cross-sectioned while staring intently at the man. “Keep you what?” tanyakanya.

“Not exist, just want here aja, ngeliatin lo nyuci.”

“Basic is unclear.” His lips, then he was about to run away again. But Arsenio quickly pulled her arm so Anara could not go anywhere. “Why, anyway, Arsenio? Don't bother me, deh.”

“Lo why do you think gini?” ask Arsenio.

Hearing that, Antara frowning—sign does not understand. “How is gini? My feelings are mediocre, deh.”

“Ya precisely that!” sergeant Arsenio. “Why can you be ordinary when I have clearly said that the night did not happen just because I was drunk? Why do you not want to terrorize me, and even mutusin unilaterally by saying nothing happened? Why?” for some reason, Arsenio suddenly felt angry. Either to Anara who seemed as good as he decided how they should behave and forget the events of the night, or even to himself who seemed to have made a wrong decision.

“So I have to behave like how?” unlike Arsenio who was already in turmoil, Anara was still able to maintain her composure. “You want me to ask you to be a good husband, because you have taken your rights? Do you want me to be chatty, prohibit you on the basis of my status as your legal and religious wife? What can you do? Are you able to leave Olin to be my husband?”

So flocked, Arsenio kicep. Leaving Olin was never in his plans. He just wanted to make Anara also feel safe as his wife. He just wants... Take responsibility for the two women. Can't it be?

“Can't, right?” Anara gave an answer to the question she had asked herself. “For ever, you won't be able to do that, Arsenio. Wh why? Because from the beginning, Olin was your priority, and I am just a stranger who happened to come into your life.”

“And as a passer-by, I’m just trying my best for us. For me, for you, for Olin. I never asked for my position to be moved anywhere, especially if it had to make Olin hurt. So, Arsenio, let’s make it easy. You clearly know who will get into the most trouble if your relationship with Olin up to why-why.”

“I don't want us to talk about this. After all, it’s just my body. This is also not entirely your fault, because that night you gave me the option to run away, but I did not do it. So if you act like a gini because it feels bad, you can stop.” Again, Anara's speech made Arsenio hit back. What else should he be like to convince Anara that being drunk is not the reason why all this can happen?

Perhaps, only time could answer the question that shrouded Arsenio's head.

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This doesn't feel right. Arsenio who kept bringing up the incident that night made Anara more difficult to forget everything. Even though he has worked hard so that there are no other boundaries that he broke, so that things do not get worse.

“Damn, it’s not just about the body.” In front of a large mirror in the corner of her room, Anara lamented the appearance of her who looked thinner than a month ago. The skinny fingers moved, felt the curve of his neck which until two days after that night there were still reddish patches due to the actions of Arsenio. Because of that, Anara so had to wear a shirt with a turtle neck model so that the spots were not caught by her own eyes, as well as Arsenio's eyes when they accidentally crossed paths at home.

There is nothing wrong with a husband and wife relationship for those who are legally married. But the thing is, their marriage is not at all normal. The man she married still had a lover, and even though now the man intended to cut the distance, Anara still could not accept it with open arms because she knew, she knew, until whenever Olin will remain the winner.

“Should have been, when Arsenio gave me a chance to escape, you ran away, An. Not even give yourself up and make your position even more wrong like gini.” His grunts, self-numbles that can be carried away and let this disaster happen.

“Not solely because I'm drunk.”

“I know.” Sahut, for a mortal voice that came back sounded in his head. “You clearly said my name, that night. You don't get me wrong, it means you're not really drunk.” But then again, the problem did not lie with Arsenio being drunk or not. At the heart of the matter is, Anara does not want to drag herself into bigger problems.

From the beginning, he was a threat to Olin. Even when she did nothing, the woman still disliked her presence. Especially if the woman knew that the lover she adored half-dead had already slept with her? Perhaps, Olin will immediately pull himself, drowning him to the bottom of the deepest sea so that he is lost without a trace.

But more than that, Anara really did not want to hurt Olin. He had no intention of taking Arsenio from Olin's arms. Anara knew enough to demand nothing because she had no right.

“Mother arrived, again wait in the car.” Arsenio who suddenly came to interrupt made Anara jerk. As fast as lightning, the woman turned towards the door. Only to find Arsenio who only pops her head. “If you're running, hunt down.”

“Iya,” Anara answered accordingly. Once again he set himself in the mirror, tidying up the salem color dress that he wore so that there were no tangled parts. Tonight, she and Arsenio will go to dinner with Mother, so her appearance should not be arbitrary.

After feeling everything was safe, Anara also grabbed her handbag and mobile phone from the top of the nightstand

“Ayo.” Take it to Arsenio who is still waiting at the door.

There was no answer coming out of Arsenio's lips, the man just nodded then started walking ahead of Anara.

While at the back, Anara again set the attitude so that there are no movements of her that make Mother suspicious. Because this was the first time they met face to face again after the incident that night, so to be honest he was a bit nervous.

“Nothing to sorry about, Anara.” His inner self encouraged, then his steps swayed with more confidence.

Seriate