Losing Us
Sucks

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I don't know how many swearing and swearing have come out of Arsenio's mouth since morning. Many times he tried to call Anara, but none of his phones managed to connect. The woman seemed to have deliberately tried to test her patience.

At dawn, secretly unbeknownst to Olin, Arsenio sneaks into Anara's room. His intention was only to find out just in case there was a clue as to where the woman was going, rather, which hotel was his staycation destination. However, he ended up finding that Anara's inhaler was still left on the nightstand. Though the woman will always need it just in case the asthma relapses at any time.

The more emotional Arsenio made it. He did not expect Anara to be so careless in matters pertaining to herself.

“Udah know the disease, instead of prepare even careless so people.” The omel. It sounds evil, but that's how she used to nag Anara. Because the woman was too stone-headed and could not be told in a normal way.

“What are you doing?” olin's voice interrupted.

Arsenio turned her head, finding her lover standing in the doorway of the main room while looking at her suspiciously.

“From last night, I noticed you looked agitated. Wh why? Think Anara?”

“Iya.” Arsenio answered honestly. “I have to find him, Lin. He forgot to bring his inhaler.” He said while showing Olin the inhaler belonged to Anara who had been holding it.

Olin clucked lazily, “Why do you have to care, anyway? Want him to bring the tool or not, what does it matter to you?”

“Inhaler is important for him, if his asthma relapses and there is no tool, he can pass. And, well, it's my business because—“

“Because she's your wife?” Olin cut. “Because she's your legal wife, so you care? Yes?”

“Lin,” Arsenio looks frustrated. Must explain how else he told Olin that this caring attitude is only because he has been given the responsibility by Mother to take care of Anara?

“You've changed, much.” Olin judged with his own statement. “There has never been anything more important to you than me, now you don't even mind fighting with me just because of Anara.”

Arsenio rubbed her face rough, “I never changed. I'm just trying to take full responsibility that Mother loves me to take care of Anara. That's it, Lin.”

“Serah.” Olin refused to listen. If in his eyes Arsenio changed, then he would just take it that way. It doesn't matter even if the man says otherwise. “Find him, I don't care. But don't blame me if you come back later, I'm not here.” With the end of the speech, Olin immediately returned to the body. He walked into the main room, slamming the door as hard as he could to vent his frustration.

While Arsenio, the man was made glued to the spot. Mind branching. Worry strikes worse than it did days ago. He can undo the intention of looking for Anara, but what if something happens to the woman and Mommy until she finds out that it has something to do with Olin? Arsenio didn't want that to happen. She doesn't want her relationship with Olin to be in danger just because she neglects to look after Anara.

But if he stays desperate to leave...

“Ah, don't know, lah!” frustrated scream. Then he still decided to leave even though he later had to split himself to find a way to persuade Olin. The most important thing now was that he had to know where Anara was and make sure the woman was okay.

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After washing her face in the bathroom, Anara returned to bed. Then, he pulled out the phone that he had turned off last night. While waiting for the phone to turn on, Anara fluttered the curtains, making the already high-ranking sunlight barge into the room.

As soon as his phone lit up, he found there were countless missed calls and short messages from Arsenio.

Anara shuddered in horror. He could already imagine how fierce Arsenio's face was right now. The man must have been looking to swallow him alive.

Unresolved the horror was whack, Anara was made to jump when her phone rang loudly. The culprit was clearly Arsenio, and in order to avoid a more violent rampage, Anara immediately shifted the log to the right.

“Ha—“

“Lo where to, anyway?! I can't call it in the morning! Intentionally you want to make me in the fog, huh?!” the anger was spewed out just like that, making Anara forced to keep the phone away in order to maintain the health of her ears.

Even when the phone had been taken away, Arsenio's nagging voice was still clearly heard. The man even brought up the name of Mother who automatically made Anara unable to wiggle.

“Share live location now!” repeat the man. As if not worried about his vocal cords that could have been hurt, Arsenio still continued to shout.

“Make what, anyway? I told you to staycation first three days.” Anara was trying to find an excuse to keep Arsenio from coming here. He just didn't want to look for trouble with Olin. No, no. His energy was running out, no longer able to deal with that half-demon human.

“Gue does not care about the same staycation or whatever it is, share live location now or I ubek-ubek all hotels near home and I drag in front of many people if you manage to meet later!”

Euw, that sounds terrible.

“Ka—“

Tutt tutt...

Anara stared dejectedly at her phone screen when the phone was unilaterally disconnected. “Always at will.” His grunts, then shortly after, came a message from Arsenio.

Anara was at a loss for words seeing the threat that Arsenio had written. A super cruel slander that can destroy the martial world.

“Have you liked yourselves, now want to try playing victim?” while nagging, Anara still sent a live location to Arsenio. Stupid, Olin's business, he'll think about it later. The most important thing now is that no character volume 2 named Arsenio Galandra can be silent first.

“Udah, satisfied right?!” exclaims Anara, on the screen of her innocent phone. Then the flat object back he dumped it on the mattress. He was more interested in the tableau in front of the bedroom window, letting the sunlight touch his skin and making it burn.

Seriate