Losing Us
Messier

Being a mother-to-be is not easy at all. Apart from this being her first time, Anara was also well aware that she had no one by her side. No husband on standby will happily run around to and fro to meet his cravings. There is no more experienced woman to be questioned, since she decided to keep her pregnancy a secret from Mother. No friends to tell, he was completely alone.

The offer to divorce that he gave to Arsenio is still valid today. It had been two weeks, and the man was still reluctant to give an answer. As if intentionally wanting to buy time, Arsenio kept saying later. It was easy what Anara asked for. Arsenio just had to say yes.

Outside, a gray cloud cloud appeared to be moving from one side to the other. The scorching sun that had felt so burning up to the skin, had now completely vanished unceremoniously. The sun is gone, drowned in darkness.

Anara lowered her legs from the bed, treading slowly on the cold room floor of her lonely heart. Then he walked to the balcony. The wind instantly blew, flying her strands of hair that were allowed to unravel freely when the balcony door she slowly sliding. The wet aroma immediately greeted the sense of smell, a sign of rain will soon fall after a long time just silent.

Taking a deep breath, Anara closed her eyes. Both of his arms moved slowly, hugging himself as he realized, there was nothing he had but the body itself. His long-dead father and mother will not return, no matter how loudly he screams and hopes that all these disasters are just a dream.

In the silence of that eye, Anara tried to bring back the beautiful things that she went through before all this disaster happened. The days of High School, when he lived a happy teenage life with his beloved friend who is now out of nowhere. The early days of college, when he finally inevitably tried to find friends since Aksara was no longer on his side. It was also the time before God took both parents at the same time.

Anara was not the king's daughter, but in the past, her life was very happy.

Tok tok tok tok

The knock that was anchored on the door of her room made Anara re-open her eyes. His head turned, guessing about what Arsenio needed to knock on the door of his room like now.

A knocking sound rang out again, and this time, the dark brown door was pushed down slowly, making the figure of the tall man standing behind it appear with an untranslatable face.

"What's wrong?" ask Anara slowly. Deliberately not giving a gap for Arsenio to say unnecessary nonsense because he was completely exhausted. "What do you need, Arsenio?"

"There's Mother."

Oh... Anara nodded briefly. Then, without saying more, the woman moved from where she stood. Arsenio's existence on the side of the door was not much he ignored. Calmly, he walked out of the room. Slowly down one step after another stairs until the netraannya catch the presence of Mother in the middle room.

"Hello, Bun." Sweepings. He smiled, completely stockpiling the wound in his heart deeply, not wanting anyone to see it come to the surface.

"Hello, Honey. How are you doing? Mother has not visited for a long time." Mother shuffled, then hugged the body of her daughter-in-law for a while before being led to sit on the sofa in the middle room.

"An good, Bun." His lie. How else would you like? He could not reveal his condition honestly. "What about your own mother? Healthy? The company no longer has any problems, right?"

Mother commented a smile, her shady netra looked at Anara so closely. "Mother is healthy, the company is also safe. Just lately Mother again often go out of town to take care of some things."

Anara nodded briefly. There was a moment of silence, until the figure of Arsenio appeared and began to merge into their chatter.

"Swort?" ask the man.

"No. Mother has dinner with colleagues tonight." Answer Mother.

"Sen," call Mommy again as Arsenio gets busy with her phone.

Arsenio raised her head, "Why, Bun?"

Old Mother did not say. Seconds by second passed, only to bring Mother to a headband. Leave the sentence he just wanted to say. "It's nothing." His word.

Arsenio wanted to feel urgent, but when she glanced back at Anara and found that she was also staring at him with eyes full of pain, she suddenly misbehaved.

Arsenio cleared her throat hard enough, misting the phone into her pants pocket and then got up from the couch. "Well, if it's nothing. Coincidentally Arsen is still a lot of work, so it's okay if Arsen lives up?" tanyanya, who immediately got a nod from Mother.

Without waiting any longer, Arsenio escaped. Take a thousand steps to escape the guilt that continues to loom.

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"It's like you're really in love, you're the same woman."

The accusation Olin gave back made Arsenio sigh quite loudly. His head is dizzy now. It felt like a time bomb was being set inside his head, and it was about to explode. Just need to count down, waiting for the bomb to destroy everything he kept there.

"Your mouth says no, but your attitude says otherwise. Several times you canceled our plan just so you can go home more quickly. What's that for? For the sake of being able to pair up with that woman, right?"

"Clin, please...." Arsenio was clear, but it seemed that Olin had lost his temper.

From across the phone, the woman snorted very loudly. Then another ramble gushed from his lips at the speed of a carriage. There was almost no pause, Olin actually took out everything inside his head.

While in his seat, there was nothing Arsenio could do but quietly listen, while occasionally massaging the base of his nose to relieve the increasingly excruciating dizziness.

His relationship with Olin could hardly be saved anymore. Quarrels for the sake of quarrels continued to occur, and the cause was always the same person; anara. Strangely, however, Arsenio no longer blamed Anara. He no longer condemned the presence of the woman in his life, appearing in the midst of his relationship with Olin who was doing well. Instead, Arsenio was busy blaming herself. Cussing at him a million times because so far, he has failed to become a man. He failed to determine who exactly he wanted to stay with. Because no matter when, suddenly releasing Olin or Anara is not an option. He did not want to let go of one of them.

"You never had a choice to leave me, Gal. Don't you dare think like that. Because if you're going to leave me, that means you have to be ready to see me die."

Then, it became the last ultimatum sentence that Olin said before the phone connection was cut off. For the umpteenth time, the woman left herself in the middle of the bridge with a thin, vulnerable rope. Wrong tread, the history is up.

"Arghh! Bastard!" Arsenio throws her phone on the desk, then breaks her hair violently. Jubilant for the sake of jubilant also he did, making some strands of hair fall out inescapable.

He's frustrated. Then I started to wonder, where did this all start? At the intersection where he had the wrong way, until now his life became a mess?

Seriate....