Losing Us
Reunite

In order to avoid things that are not desirable, Anara routinely checked the content. And to support this, he pulled a few percent of the money from the savings to buy a car. It was impossible to depend his life on Arsenio, so he was also trying to find a job he could do from home. Savings money derived from the legacy of the legacy of both parents is actually still enough to finance his life and his prospective children until the next few years, but as life goes on unpredictably, life goes on, he kept trying to prepare a backup plan.

Last week, when Mommy visited for a while before going to dinner with colleagues, Anara once again invited Arsenio to talk about their separation. However, the man's answer still remained the same; later.

I don't know what the guy is really waiting for. Though the end result was already seen so clearly for Anara. They will part ways, as Arsenio will obviously never be able to leave Olin.

“This is a new vitamin recipe, please consume regularly so that the baby's sister remains healthy in the stomach yes, Bu.”

Anara looked at the gynecologist in her late 30s for a while, then smiled as she took out a piece of paper that had previously been handed to her.

“Thank you, Doc.” Speaks kindly.

The doctor smiled, so soft.

“Sama-sama, Mom. Get enough rest and as much as possible avoid things that are stressful, yes. Because whatever Mom feels, baby sister can feel it too.” His speech.

Anara nodded, though inwardly began to grimace. Because, how can he be okay and not feel stress if the condition of his household is on the verge of separation?

“Then, I excuse Doc, mari.” Anara stuffed the recipe paper into the handbag, then got up from the chair. He then passed from the doctor's presence after shaking hands for a while.

Along the way down the hospital corridor, Anara was daydreaming again. The contents of his head were full of excuses for reasons that he would bring to Mother, if the day of his farewell with Arsenio arrived later.

Mother was too good to her, of course Anara could not just give an excuse for fear of hurting her heart. Nor could he bestow the blame entirely upon Arsenio, for in fact, he was also guilty of having been present in the man's life.

When Anara was still daydreaming and not focusing on her step swing, someone suddenly just hit her shoulder quite hard. Make the body thinnest and almost fall if a hand does not hold his arm first.

“Oh, sorry,” Anara is trying to get that person's hand off her arm, while being as strong as her strength balances her squishy body.

“Mbak is nothing?” ask the man, whose voice turns out to be a man.

Anara raised her gaze after successfully standing up straight. Then, his gaze was fixated for quite a while on the black-haired male figure with a soothing dark brown bead. His brain froze for a moment, stopping from the thought process due to the shock attack that came after their neutrals met a glance.

“An?” then, as the man before her spoke again, Anara felt the cells in her body begin to gradually work as they were. His frozen brain melted away, starting to be able to digest the situation that was happening.

“As?” Anara asked hesitantly. The chocolate bead clearly belonged to his best friend during High School. Asa whose whereabouts he's been searching for for the past few times. However, Anara was still unsure of what she was seeing right now. “This is really you?”

The man in the denim jacket smiled, then nodded so excitedly. “Iya, An. It's me, Asa.” Her speech.

“As...” Anara muttered softly, then somehow getting courage from where, she immediately slammed into the arms of Aksara. The longing that he had stored in one of the spaces in his heart had suddenly spattered out, no longer could he bear.

Despite looking surprised at Anara's sudden actions, Aksara still welcomed the hug just as tightly. His two large arms encircled Anara's small body until there was no distance left between them. The body that he had not seen in person for a long time was really so close, so warm.

“I miss you, Sa.” Anara could only wander in her heart, because her lips were now too faint. The happiness that was too much for her longing finally paid off made her only able to mute, choosing to sink her face deeper into the chest of her good friend.

In the hospital hallway full of traffic, the two human children hugged very tightly, forgetting whatever was going on around, including the existence of Arsenio who was standing on the other side of the corridor. His body stiffened, both his hands clenched tightly beside the body, his jaws hardened. In the head asked; who is the man who dares to hug his wife like that?

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The wedding ring that is circular on Anara's ring finger managed to make Aksara riveted long enough. He did not expect that his best friend during High School and only met again after so many years apart was married, at such a young age. Not only is she married, Anara is also pregnant. The woman apparently wandered around the hospital to check her contents.

“How’s life, An?” he asked, after a long time they just shut up and look at each other.

“I don’t know how to describe it, Asa.” Anara replied with a faint smile. It is not a smile that represents happiness, of course. “Many things happen, and sometimes I feel like things are going too fast until I don't know what I'm really going through.”

“Life is always like that, right?” The characters take a look.

His life has not gone too smoothly since his move to this city he was from High School. Both parents separated poorly and ended up in a chaotic child custody issue. He was an adult when everything happened, but because he was not financially independent, he still had to choose with whom he wanted to hang his life after the separation occurred.

In the end, Aksara chose to follow the father. His position as CEO in a telecommunications company is clearly more able to guarantee his future, although the work of the mother as a designer is also not something trivial.

In the midst of the storm that hit and it felt like the Aksara wanted to stop stepping, he always remembered that there was someone named Aishalma Anara, who was the one who wanted to stop stepping, the best friend he wants to see again someday is in better shape.

Anara is the reason why Aksara still survives today, but when they meet again, he finds the woman in a bad state.

It felt like his efforts were a little in vain. Because he only survives for himself, without trying to find out whether his best friend is also living a good life or just the opposite.

“Udah how many months is his age?” tanya Aksara tried to divert the conversation. He looked at Anara's stomach which looked slightly distended.

“Nearly three.” Saying a female.

Aksara nodded her head, then raised her gaze until her gaze again met with Netra Anara.

“The reason for your life is not good now is not because of his father, right?”

The question made Anara smile wryly. “Unfortunately, yes.” Honest answer. Because after all, he would never be able to lie to Aksara.

“Is he cheating on you?”

Anara shook her head, “I'm the third person among her and her boyfriend.” I have pain when I think back to the reason why he had to accept the fate of being third.

He should have been harder to resist. All persuasions Mother at that time should be able to ignore, so that all these disasters do not have to happen to her life.

Oh, not just his life. He has also contributed to the destruction of Arsenio and Olin's life.

“You can't be an affair, An. You’re not the type of person who can take the happiness of others.”

“But I did,” Anara stared at Aksara with sadness. “I've taken her happiness with her boyfriend, Sa. I’m not that innocent. I ... I...” I feel unable to continue. A sense of tightness came back, rumbling filled his chest.

“There must be a reason why you can be in the position as you are now, right? I know you didn’t mean that.”

And Aksara's belief in him actually makes Anara want to cry even more. In fact, he is not that stupid. He could still refuse, but chose to resign. He could still devise a thousand and one plans to avoid, but he was still desperate to accept this match even though he knew Arsenio's heart

someone already has.

“I mean that, Asa. I mean that.” Anara glanced, with a gaze that fell onto her lap. His shoulders trembled, with all his might holding back the tears that urged to come out.

Seeing that, Aksara could not do many things. He just moves his hand on Anara's back, gives slow strokes as a representation of the sentence “it's okay, everything will be fine”.

While without them knowing, there are other ears that have been listening to the conversation that occurred.

Arsenio was still there, hiding behind the wall while pressing on her own chest. It felt crowded, when he heard Anara blamed herself for the fate of life they never wanted.

“Sorry, An. Sorry.” Again, an apology he never dared to say directly to the woman whose heart he had hurt many times.

Seriate...