Losing Us
Intersections

Anara is certain to have received a notice from Arsenio that the man will not return home overnight. And according to his analysis, the man should still not be at home until at least noon. Because anything related to Olin will definitely not be resolved easily. Like a leech attached to the skin of a prey, Olin would not be that easy to release Arsenio to return to her home.

However, the reality that Anara faced this morning was quite unexpected. Not only found Arsenio was sitting sweetly at the dining table with a variety of breakfast menus that are lined and look tantalizing, he also found the existence of Mother in the opposite seat. The look of the woman's face looked carefree, her lips curved wide to cause wrinkles in both corners of her eyes.

“Morning, Baby.” Greet the woman, then move towards Anara who is still standing pecking at the end of the stairs.

In response to the greeting, Anara simply smiled formality. There was hardly any energy left for pleasantries now. He's totally exhausted. Physically and mentally.

“Mother cook all this?” anara asked as soon as Mother led her to sit in a chair right next to Arsenio.

The one asked nodded his head proudly, his smile growing like the first flower petals blooming in early spring.

“Yesterday night Arsenio to Mother's house, she told you about your pregnancy.” Said the woman.

From there, Anara finally knew why Mother's smile was so revealing. What he doesn't understand is, why did Arsenio instead choose to tell Mother about her pregnancy when they should have kept this a secret so that their divorce could be processed smoothly?

Anara wanted to ask Arsenio directly, but the man instead avoided his eyes by pretending to be busy sipping warm tea in the cup that was still smoking.

“Why not tell Mother from the beginning, hm? How to play gini secrets?” Mother asked again, this time while spooning rice into the dish Anara.

“The age is too young. Previously An intention to tell Mother that her age has been a little longer.” He reasoned, hoping it was enough not to make Mother ask more and more questions.

“But those early days were the hardest, An. If you tell Mother from the beginning, Mother can help you give tips, can also be ready who if you need help.”

“What matters now Mother already knows.” It was the voice of Arsenio. Finally the man wanted to open his voice after just pretending to be deaf since then.

“Yes yes, sih.”

“Clear dong is the problem? Mending now we have breakfast, hunting cold food.” Invite the man, Mother also agreed, Anara who had no choice but to refrain from spraying Arsenio with various questions.

The breakfast was only filled with the sound of the clink of a spoon that collided with the plate, also the babbling Mother who had dreamed of petting prospective grandchildren who are not yet known gender.

There was an invisible barrier between the three of them, separating their respective energies because in fact their energies were completely out of sync. Mother with her happiness will be fond of grandchildren, Arsenio with her worries about the threat of Olin, also Anara with her confusion about; what should she do now, so that her divorce will continue without hurting more people?

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“Why did you even tell Mommy?” without shading aling-aling, Anara directly pointed at Arsenio once she had the chance.

Mother was in the back garden, struggling with the beautiful flowers that she planted and had not been cared for by herself for a long time. While he and Arsenio were sitting next to each other in the living room, ignoring the news broadcast that had been just like the wind for the two.

“So you don't keep asking for divorce.” Replied Arsenio, increasingly make Anara was not out of thought.

“And why are you doing that? Isn't divorce the best path we can take? You can go back to Olin, and I can also start my new life with this boy.”

“Divorce from lo though will not be able to make my relationship with Olin improve.” Arsenio. The man then turned his head, looking at Anara right at her manic. “Udah has been destroyed a lot, Anara. Olin and I have not been able to have a relationship like that since the first day you came into our lives. It's already happened, it's too late to end anything between us. Moreover...” pauses are created, Arsenio lowered her gaze to Anara's stomach which began to show signs of life in it.

“More now there is already my son in the stomach lo.”

“You didn't even want this kid from the beginning.” Anara smiled miris. Didn't Arsenio even say she didn't want this child to be born into the world, even though the man didn't say it clearly? Why has his decision changed now?

“Make you, maybe.” Anara. “Because for me, this decision will only add new problems.”

“Whatever it is, my decision is final. There will be no divorce.” Arsenio Final.

Between the discordant laughter, he suddenly seemed to be made aware of that; arsenio was indeed a bastard.

“Egois.” Anara said, then the woman rushed away before her desire to curse Arsenio became more and more so.

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“How’s the baby?”

“Good. Today he is not naughty at all.”

“I'm ramal, she's female.”

Anara chuckled at the ignorance of the Scriptures. The reason is, the age of the womb is still really young. Doctors have not yet been able to identify the gender of the baby. And Aksara instead acts like a shaman who can look up to the future.

“Bet me, if your child will be a real girl, you must want to kabulin one request me.”

“If it turns out to be my boy?”

“Gantian, I'll kabulin one of your requests.”

The corners of Anara's lips lifted, “Whatever the request?”

“Anything. The origin makes sense. Don't ask me to move the Eiffel Tower to your backyard, because it's impossible.”

Anara chuckles amusedly. Even just fantasizing, he never expected the Eiffel Tower could move into his backyard. But hearing Aksara's curse just now, he wanted to try it instead.

“Deal, no? How about diem-diem?”

“Iya, deal.”

“Yes!”

Anara was back to laughing. From the past, Aksara is indeed an expert in presenting a good atmosphere. No matter how much sadness he felt, everything would gradually subside even just by hearing Aksara make a simple joke. He was grateful that Aksara had managed to find himself again when his life was not okay.

“An,”

“Ya?”

“If your husband is evil, tell me, yes. Let me hit him until his face gets ugly and he can't act anymore.”

Instead of answering, Anara instead switched the conversation. “Lusa you are free, right? Want to anterin me to the beach?”

Seriate...