Losing Us
Labile

Not getting divorced does not mean that the problem is solved. What is, Anara was instead made dizzy seven circumference because Olin continued to terrorize with a message berondongan pitched threat. He said he was going to kill himself. He said he wanted to appear in front of Mother and claimed to be pregnant with Arsenio's child. And many more. Different days, different also threats that Olin gave. Hopefully with that Anara will divorce Arsenio so that the man returns to his original place.

But the thing is, this is not Anara's will. He had also frothing up telling Arsenio that they should just get a divorce. Mumpung circumstances are still fairly conducive and they can divorce well. But basically Arsenio Galandra's way of thinking is indeed complicated, divorce calls are still not discussed even though Anara has been to beg.

“What are you going to eat today?” the appearance of the question instantly made Anara turn the eyeball lazily. This is the third time in a day. Since the age of the womb began to enter the fourth month and his stomach looks distended, Arsenio so fond of invite his baby bump talk.

“You if you have a lot of free time mending urusin Olin deh. I'm really dizzy with him who every day sends messages that are not clear.” As if antipathy, Anara pulled herself away.

Rejected to talk to his future baby, Arsenio clucked lazily. His body was re-established. Her eyes squinted at Anara with judgment. “Cuekin. Olin is his son. I loved drama.” The man replied indifferently. As if Olin's disruptive behavior is not at all important to take care of.

“Yes you're good at saying that, right that every day nerima chat he tuh me!” exclaim Anara with a sewot tone. The woman ruffled her waist, increasingly showing her distended stomach to Arsenio.

Once again, Arsenio clucked. “Later I take care of. Now here, I want to talk to my son.” Pinta Arsenio moved her hand to get Anara closer.

However, instead of being obeyed, Arsenio was even made more upset because Anara remained clamoring. Both women's hands are still at home at the waist, as it is challenging to start a war.

“Gue just want to chat with my son, Anara.” Arsenio spoke with teeth touching each other. If only she could not remember Anara being pregnant, she might have forced the woman to come closer.

“Kid me.”

“Dih,” Arsenio grieving. “That child wouldn't be in your stomach if it wasn't for me!”

“Ndon't want to know, this is my son.” After saying so, Anara turned right. The condition of the stomach that is not too distended makes it still easy to escape. His feet stepped wide, hurriedly blurring before the infuriating came following.

“OUR CHILD!!”

Anara ignored Arsenio's screams. Not important. The man was just being consumed by spoiled demons, so his behavior was strange. Let it. Tomorrow will be back to normal. Back to being a shitty Arsenio and a total bitch to her lover.

The place where Anara was heading was to escape was the backyard. For a long time he did not sit on a wooden bench there, enjoying the colorful twilight accompanied by the cool breeze of the afternoon. She has become busier since her pregnancy has gotten bigger, so while there is free time, she thinks there is no harm in being taken advantage of.

“Whatever bad things you hear today, assume never existed. Listen to only the good. You get me, Mochi?” he said to the small figure that grew inside the stomach. Speaking of Mochi, it was the baby bump name given by Aksara when they met last week. Anara thought the name was quite funny, so she decided to wear it from now on.

“In front of him, we might actually live just the two of us. So, Mochi, you don't get too baper the same treatment of the guy who calls himself your papi. Usually, men do like to talk sweet like that. You cannot be tempted. Can't be.” Still like a madman, he spoke to himself with his stomach.

Chatting with the baby becomes the therapy that Anara recently liked. The effect was felt. He became more relaxed and not too dizzying will be how the household with Arsenio will be.

“Let's have a good stay where ya, Mochi? Bali's? Bandung's? Jakarta though? Or do you have other city references that are worth living in safely and comfortably?”

“Paris.”

Anara turned her head quickly towards the door, of course while peeking towards Arsenio who snatched her talk without excuse.

“I'm talking to my son again!” yells.

The man by the side of the door raised his shoulders, his lower lip also advancing as if to confirm that he really did not care about the protest.

“Don't Paris, deh, too crowded. Mending looking for a house in the area of Central Java, which is near the mountains so that the weather continues.” Arsenio commented as she walked closer.

“Oath yes, I don't just think of you.” Sahut Anara without interest. Lately, he had indeed felt that Arsenio's annoying level had risen by several levels.

“Just give me any suggestions should not be?’

“Nggak.” Tukas Anara's.

Leaving Arsenio and his strange behavior, Anara returned solemnly enjoying the twilight. Although at first he did not really like the moment of change from day to night, Anara in the end still fell in love too. For he only realized that what Aksara said about twilight was true. That twilight actually becomes valuable because of its short presence and its colors will not be the same from one day to another.

“An,”

Anara just cleared her throat slowly. Still looking at the golden tinge in the sky. Trying not to care too much about Arsenio's existence on the side.

“Lo don't want to start shopping for baby clothes?”

I don't know why, but the question made Anara tickle. It was as if she had just found Arsenio suddenly so enthusiastic about her pregnancy. Forgetting the fact that the man had once rejected the presence of this child at first.

“The age is only 4 months, it has not been discovered also the gender is male or female.” Anara answered with a straight forward look.

“Buy neutral colors can. At least nyicil little shopping so that later not overwhelmed.”

Anara snorted, then looked over. “New born don't need too many clothes. Buy a few settings already want near the estimated time of birth is also not a problem. Lagian...” there is a pause that Anara made just so that she can stand to align her body with Arsenio. “You why be excited about the baby? I never refused her presence just yet.” She nodded with a satirical tone.

Arsenio kicep's. She should have known Anara was a girl. Want to be as patient as ever, there will certainly be a moment of his mistakes in the past revealed as now.

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“Haiiiii, I miss Mochi!” exclaim Aksara girang from across the phone. His face looks crisp. His smile rose so wide that it made his two neutrals almost drown.

“You've had dinner yet? Mochi want to eat something today? So, he's fussy, isn't he? 4 Months old was able to kick his mother's stomach yet?” The characters continue to run non-stop. The people around the man peeked. Find out what makes it so exciting.

“You are excited already like mothers win arisan know not?” seloroh Anara, spiked with crisp laughter that airs to the other side.

“Ih, I'm happy because soon there will be a baby. You do not forget, if I like very much the same cute cute little creature as it is?” ignoring the uninvited guests around, Aksara continued to babble freely.

“I remember, Sa. There's no way I forgot about what you like.” Because Anara almost never found someone so fond of children. Any child. The human child, the animal child, even if Aksara could see even the demon child, Anara could make sure that the man would also like.

The reason is also simple. Just because they are small and adorable. Because they only know how to cry and laugh because of trivial things. There is no burden, there are no egos as adults feel.

“Keren! Like you secretly ngefans really yes same me, so can still remember everything I like even though we have not met for a long time?”

Anara chuckled, but still nodded her head. “I'm your number one fan, if you want to know.”

“No wonder anyway, I am as interesting as that because.”

That confident curse again made Anara laugh. Even this time, the sound of her laughter had invited one other guest to join the chat.

Arsenio, the man broke into Anara's room without permission, then immediately climbed onto the mattress and joined her face on the mobile screen.

Across, Aksara practically screeched furiously. The fanfare he created made some people stare skeptically. Good time is thinking that maybe Aksara is one of the mental hospital patients who reportedly escaped three days ago.

“I'm sure you weren't invited to this chat!” exclaimed the man, whom Arsenio only responded to by blasting indifferent lips.

“What are you doing anyway?” ask Anara. Trying to keep the phone screen away so that Arsenio's face is no longer visible on the screen.

“Mau sleep.” Arsenio answered. And sure enough, the man actually laid his body after that. A gray blanket wrapped around Anara's thigh he pulled up to cover the chest.

“Common sleep here? It's in your room!” Anara pushed Arsenio's body with a fussy move, but the man remained trembling and even crossed his arms while closing his eyes.

“Arsenio!”

“Whispering.” Arsenio Spray.

Anara clucked. If it's this stubborn fashion, Arsenio will be very difficult to fight. So because she is the sane side, Anara also chose to give up. He let Arsenio—pura-pura—tidur, while he continued the chat with Aksara.

“When did you return to Jakarta?” tanyakanya. Not going to know that beside him, Arsenio had already re-opened her eyes and sharpened the senses of the listener.

“Lusa I'm back. Relax, I've prepared souvenirs for you same Mochi.”

“Make me?” sela Arsenio, made Anara glance cynically.

“Make you not exist, we don't know each other.” Sahut.

The answer made Anara chuckle happily, inversely proportional to Arsenio who began to mutter without sound while displaying a facial expression that was julid abis.

“Udah night, tomorrow again the phone. I'm the same wife I want to sleep.” Arsenio. Not only with speech, the man also snatched Anara's phone and completely took over the call.

“Let's go! I haven't seen—“

Oops! Aksara's speech is not finished because Arsenio is still closing the call. Then with no guilt at all, he returned the phone to the owner.

“You're acting more and more unreasonable.” Anara Gerrutu. It is not clear why Arsenio's attitude is getting more and more strange. Babies should not be born either. Kan, she's the one who's pregnant, not the guy.

“Ngot horrified, I rem.” Chirps Arsenio while closing her eyes again.

If so, Anara could only rub her own chest, whispering as much patience as possible so that she would not say control. Pregnant women should not be emotional, so he must be clever to master himself.

“You really want to sleep here?” tanyakanya. Lowering one leg. Preparing to take a thousand steps after hearing Arsenio's reply.

And when Arsenio nodded with her eyes closed, Anara ran away. In a hurry he ran out of the room, locking the door from outside. He wants to sleep well tonight. He wants the quality of sleep is good so that the baby in the womb can also grow healthy and happy. Of course, nothing would have been achieved if he had been in one room with Arsenio. The whole world may also know that it is actually the man who is the source of the most stress for him.

“Mochi, if you grow up later, you don't like your father. You must be a good boy, do not be unstable like that.” His advice to the baby boy before he walked into Arsenio's room. Ignoring the door of his room that was pounded from the inside because Arsenio was rebellious to get out.

Seriate....