Losing Us
The Midnight Ruckus

What if what you encounter after the rain is not a colorful rainbow, but a storm that is more intense and hits endlessly?

Anara never expected to find a rainbow after the rain drops drenched herself after the funeral of her parents. Because since the two lifeless bodies were put into a narrow hole and overwritten with soil, Anara no longer knew what colour was. All he could see was black, white, and gray. Because during life, only they told Anara about the other colors on the face of this earth.

Anara is not good at making friends. The MBTI test he had done while sitting in the High School bench showed that he was 100 percent introverted and he agreed to it. Throughout his life, he had few friends, one he was familiar with at the end of his High School years and had no idea where he had been since they graduated and went to different universities.

“Mama and Papa you have done a lot in your life. Those who help you survive in times of despair almost make you give up on a miserable life. If not for them, Mother might not be able to raise Arsenio to be a handsome and successful man like now. Were it not for them, the life we now have might not be this good.”

“So, Anara, it's time for Mommy to return the favor. Marrying you to Arsenio is your way of telling your late parents that they don't have to worry about the girl they left behind, because there are Mommy and Arsenio who will take care of you from now on.”

Anara smiled bitterly as she recalled what Mother had told her after the funeral was over. Mother and Arsenio became the last people there, accompanying Anara to finish crying and listening to how much the girl cursed God for taking away her most precious treasure.

That afternoon, after returning from the tomb, on the porch of the house that still has Papa's cigarette butts and a cup of former tea owned by Mama, the, Anara agreed to Mother's request without knowing that it would be this difficult to get married with Arsenio.

It had only been a week, but there was already a lot of pain that Anara had received for the cold and rude attitude that Arsenio had always shown to her. At first, he just thought of it all as a past wind and didn't put it too much into the heart. But after he thought back, Anara would live a life like this for quite a long time, and it felt like she was not that tough to survive.

But, again, what has happened cannot be changed. Like what Papa always said to not regret anything, Anara will try not to regret.

Anara inhaled a deep breath in an attempt to relieve the chest that felt tight after crying. Then with puffy eyes and staggering steps, he galloped down from the bed. His room had been dark since an hour and a half ago because he was already preparing to sleep—when suddenly just back feeling sad and ended up crying roaring.

Anara's staggering steps were still swaying. One by one the stairs he went down to get to the kitchen. Believe me, crying is tiring and after that, Anara's throat feels dry. Sipping a glass of water should help her feel better.

And prang!!!

Anara jumped in shock as the sound of the falling object flew through the air. His footsteps automatically stopped, fitting in the last rung of the ladder. Anara's heart suddenly beat faster, her breathing began to hunt.

Propagate? Her thought. Because there is no one in this house considering Arsenio has not returned.

Finally, with a trembling body, Anara ventured to check. The girl walked over to the source of the noise, which, according to her sense of hearing, came from the kitchen.

Tell Anara to be careless, or stupid, or whatever it is because she walked there without bringing any preparation. Though as he remembered, at the end near the stairs was a baseball bat that could at least be used to hit the head of the thief who was trying to plunder the entire house.

Anara's steps are creeping. His eyes squinted when he found a large tall male figure standing in front of the refrigerator, turning his back to him.

Anara decided to stop a few steps behind the figure, thinking that it would make it easier to escape if the thief turned around and was about to attack. Quietly, in the heart, Anara also cursed Arsenio who left her alone at midnight so—demi met the lover of hearts who whine of hunger.

“S—who?” asked Anara nervously. His voice sounded trembling, as great as the trembling in the girl's body at the moment.

Anara's heart was pounding even more as the figure turned around. And his whole body suddenly limp when the strangely dark bead— is still clearly visible in the middle of the dim lighting—it stares sharply.

“Lo ngagetin!” the figure that Anara originally thought was the thief grumbled. The man then wiped his mouth. Anara thought, the lekaki had just spilled a drink in shock at Anara's voice coming suddenly.

“Ar—arsenio?” asked Anara hesitatingly. Just for information, he suffered from nearsightedness, so that in low lighting conditions like this, his ability to see objects from a certain distance is also getting worse.

There was a rough snort from across, making Anara reflex to rewind the steps.

“Ngapain anyway night-night wandering?” tanyanya while Anara still continues to walk backwards.

“Lo scared of me?” he continued again when he finally stopped his steps near the dining table.

At this point, Anara could already recognize that the one standing a few steps ahead of her was indeed Arsenio, yet she still could not read the man's facial expression clearly.

“I think you're maling.” Anara said honestly, still reluctant to pull a step forward. Then not long after, he heard a slow breath.

“Ngapain malem-malem malleability? You need what?” ask Arsenio again, this time in a softer voice—not as loud as before.

“You drink.” Answer Anara slowly. I don't know if Arsenio can hear it or not.

“I don't drink cold water.” Anara. Which again, makes Arsenio cluck.

Arsenio then closed the refrigerator door violently. Then his feet stepped towards the cutlery storage rack, picked up a clean glass then walked back to the dining table and poured water from the glass pot into the glass he was carrying.

“Nih,” he said as he reached out the glass filled with water to Anara who still did not move in the slightest from her last position.

“Buruan, my hands are sore!" the man grumbled shortly afterwards after not finding Anara moving.

Reluctant to make a scene in the middle of the night, Anara hurriedly grabbed the glass, drank the water up to the toilet and put the empty glass back on the dining table.

“M-states.” Anara said in her quiet voice.

But instead of answering, Arsenio asked something else. “Lo out crying?” while approaching Anara until leaving only a thin distance between their bodies.

From this distance, Anara could clearly see the perfect sculpture that God created in human form named Arsenio Galandra. Although often cold and indifferent, but from the look he now shows, Anara seemed to be able to see the worries that tried to hide tightly behind the intoxicating dark bead.

“Nggak.” Anara answered quickly. Try to reduce nervousness by turning your eyes in the other direction.

“Mata lo symbab. Why cry?” his insistence. One hand had even blocked Anara's arm making it difficult for the girl to escape.

Inevitably, Anara looked back at Arsenio. This time he was fixated long enough on a dark bead that seemed to drag him down to sink deeper. Then when the fact that there was another girl's name hidden behind that gaze, Anara quickly turned back to face.

“Log out of drama.” His lie. It is also impossible that he told Arsenio the truth that the man was the cause of Anara's tears tonight.

“Ceng.”

Hearing the sneer, Anara was suddenly upset. Back, he turned his head towards Arsenio, only to stare intently at the man who was looking at him without sin.

“Biarin.” Anara said ketus—entah got strength from where.

“Do not cry.”

“Eyes, my eyes, I like it I want to cry or not. Why are you bothering?”

“Clearly repot.” Finally, Arsenio released her clasped hands on Anara's arms, then smothered arrogantly in front of the girl who was only as high as the chest of her field.

“If you cry and Mommy find out, I can be accused of being the cause. Mommy would have thought that I was the one who was evil lo.”

“Ya mobile.” Chirp Anara.

Arsenio raised her next to an eyebrow, a sign that she did not understand what the girl had just said. “Ya what is it?”

In that instant, Anara clenched her lips tightly. He could have let go saying so. Did Anara just lose her sanity? How can he almost say honestly that Arsenio is the cause of him crying, when the man is not interested to know anything about himself and how he lived all this time? And so before her fucking mouth came back, Anara hurriedly racked her brain to escape.

“Nothing. It's night, I'm going to bed. Bye, Arsenio.” Anara spoke quickly then ran away leaving Arsenio who was still standing in her position.

Because of the odd steps he made, Anara almost tripped and fell rolling from the stairs. Along the journey of escape, he did not stop bereavement.

“Anara fool.” It seems, he did have to officially change his name to ‘Aishalma Tolol Anara’.

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