Losing Us
Those who are Lonely

Since childhood, Olin lived in a luxurious house with complete facilities. What he needed, everything would be available in a short period of time since he had at least 3 personal assistants to himself. They shared tasks, working together to prepare everything Olin needed for the girl to feel satisfied.

When he first met Olin on the bench, Arsenio did not know that Olin had lived such a life. Because at that time, Olin was already living alone in a middle-class apartment unit. Not very luxurious, but also not included in the category of budget apartments commonly rented by ordinary students like them at that time.

Arsenio did not know for sure what made Olin finally decide to get out of the house. Until now, Olin never told a story and Arsenio also did not have the courage to take more. During the courtship, Arsenio only always provided an ear without ever asking. Not because he didn't care, but because he knew Olin was like that. That the woman will only share things that are felt necessary and save others for herself.

“Stiker in there like already have to be replaced, has faded and many peeling.” Arsenio pointed at the stickers of the stars stuck on the ceiling of Olin's room.

Olin, who was drying her hair, looked up at the ceiling of her room for a moment. “Not necessary. I don't want anything you've installed to disappear from its place.” Said the girl, then she continued her delayed activities.

“I can install the new one for you.” The men offered. It is not difficult to stick new stickers. Whatever it is, if Olin is happy, Arsenio will do.

However, Olin instead shook his head without hesitation. “The new one won't be the same as the old one. Moreover, the sticker you put there fitting on my birthday four years ago. It's not a birthday gift from you, but I've considered it more special than the jewelry set that you love at that time.”

Arsenio fell silent, no longer arguing.

The noise of a working hair dryer drying Olin's strands of hair became the only thing that was heard for quite some time. Olin was still struggling with the object, while Arsenio chose to return to the ceiling of Olin's room.

During the day, the stickers of the stars will only look like regular stickers in white and blue. But when night falls, and Olin has turned off the lights in his room, the sticker will emit a beautiful white and blue light. Really similar expanse of the night sky that stretched wide in front of the eyes.

At that time, four years ago, Arsenio took the initiative to pair the stickers because Olin said he was going through a difficult time that made him often unable to sleep. Olin said, to overcome that, he often sat for a long time on the balcony of the apartment, looking at the night sky until satisfied until his heart slowly felt better and could go to sleep.

Too much time spent together exposed to the fierce night wind will not be good for Olin if done continuously. So looking for an alternative that can make Olin as if he was looking at the sky out there while he lay down is the best choice. And, yes, those stickers became the choice that Arsenio took later.

“Gal,” Olin's voice sounded just two seconds after the noise of the hair dryer disappeared. Arsenio turned her head quickly, only to be made to sculpt in place when the girl looked at him with a look of eyes that were not good.

Loneliness is clearly there. Like there is a collage of random events coming from there, presenting a poignant that is too difficult for those who do not really feel it.

“Galandra,” call him again. This time, a clear fog started to appear.

It was enough that Arsenio saw Olin crying, she did not want to see him again. So before those lips said more, Arsenio galloped over. He rested at Olin's feet, grabbed the woman's hands and held her tight.

“I know,” whispered Arsenio after tasting both backs of Olin's delicate hands. “I'm not going anywhere, Olin. I promise.”

“Even if I have to go, I will still go back to you. For no matter how far a wanderer goes, he will still return to his house. You're my home, Lin. I have nowhere else to go besides you.” And it's not just a joke. Olin is home to Arsenio, and he believes he will continue to return to Olin no matter how far he goes.

Inside the grasp, Olin's hand warmed up. While the clear fog that looms has decayed out of nowhere since. In the end, the girl kept crying. That loneliness still made him grimace.

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From head to toe, Arsenio skinned Anara's appearance as if she was a burrow caught sneaking into her house.

Half an hour ago, Anara called Arsenio, informing her that her mother was at home and looking for where she was, and that Anara had lied to say Arsenio was going to the supermarket. Anara had asked Arsenio to at least stop by to buy something so that her mother was not suspicious, but apparently the request did not enter her ear at all because now Arsenio came empty-handed.

“Where is Mother?” the cold question after looking back at Anara with sharp eyes.

“In the backyard.” Anara replied, trying to stay calm even though she was actually feeling nervous to death because Arsenio still did not stop staring intently at her.

Then without saying anything, Arsenio then left just like that, swinging a wide step like she did not want Anara to be able to follow her steps. While at her place of standing, there was nothing Anara could do but convince herself that everything would be fine.

After a long silence and struggling with her own thoughts, Anara moved on. One by one step swayed. His heartbeat slowly increased as he got closer to the location where Mother waited for Arsenio to come home.

Then when hearing Arsenio's voice talking to Mother, Anara's steps stopped. Unlike when talking to Anara, Arsenio's tone of voice was very soft when greeting her mother. Perhaps, that tone was also what the man always used to talk to his lover. Anara thought, maybe it was just him Arsenio always spoke in a cold tone.

The backyard of the house that Anara and Arsenio lived in was not too big, but the place was very suitable to be used to relax even when the sun was shining so high.

Almost all the bottom is decorated with green Japanese grass, while in the part that is not overgrown with grass, placed some special stones arranged in such a way— form a path to arrive at the fence at the end of the yard.

There is a round table with 3 wooden chairs at the edge near the koi fish pond on the left side of the yard. That's where you've been waiting for Arsenio since. Not far from there, there are some Tabebuya trees with yellow petals that attract attention. Some flower petals fall, some are carried by the wind to get into the pool, some are scattered on the grass— cause a contrasting color meeting.

Anara was pensive for quite a long time in the back doorway. Across the street, Arsenio and Mommy are still talking. Their voices were still heard, but he could not capture exactly what they were talking about.

Not wanting to disturb the moment of togetherness of the mother and child, Anara decided to leave. Back inside the house, bringing a desolate who came over for him to enjoy alone.

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