Losing Us
Dangerous

Do not ignore the hunch, because it could be a sign given by the subconscious so that we can be vigilant and not surprised when faced with uncomfortable situations.

As of this moment, Anara was faced with the figure of Olin who stood haughty in front of her door. The woman's face was flat. It made Anara even more unable to guess what she would do next.

Outside, the sun was shining so brightly. The heat to make the complex street look sparkling like someone had just poured a diamond flake on it. Therefore, Anara pressured her evil side to expel Olin right then and instead let the woman in instead.

Like a guest who still had to be well entertained, Anara let Olin sit on the sofa, while she walked to the kitchen to prepare drinks and some snacks even though it seemed like—the woman would not be willing to touch him.

Some time struggling in the kitchen, Anara again brought a tray containing a glass of Lemon Tea, setoples potato chips and a plate of sponge cake made this morning.

“Please drink,” he said while putting a glass of Lemon Tea right in front of Olin.

The boxes of ice cubes that were originally floating on the surface were seen moving down to the bottom as the glass gained a slight movement. Just like those ice cube boxes as well, Olin's gaze that had originally been fixed on Anara turned to the Lemon Tea glass on the table.

Unexpectedly, the woman grabbed her glass. It seemed to sniff the end of the glass (as when he was sniffing expensive wine) before sipping the cold Lemon Tea a little.

“Not bad,” comment the woman. Then, back his gaze fell on the figure of Anara sitting on another single sofa.

For almost a minute, there was nothing Olin did. The woman's lips were locked tightly. While his eyes still continue to watch Anara like an object of research that must be monitored closely.

Feeling uncomfortable, Anara fled her gaze in the other direction. Running around saying hello to anything she could meet in the living room. Painting giant sunflower gifts from Mother, the ceiling of the living room decorated with expensive chandeliers, television sets that are extinguished, also on the door of the house that is wide open.

Anara fled all the way, just so that she would not feel more intimidated by Olin's gaze.

“So, how does it feel to live a life you snatched from someone else?” in the midst of silence, Olin sparked questions that increasingly made Anara feel cornered.

Hesitating, he turned his head, only to find Olin still staring at him flatly as if what the woman had said before was nothing.

“Not for a second do I live to bless your happiness. I hope, until the end, you will never lose your quiet life.” Olin continued, which made Anara more depressed.

There was only a pause of six seconds before Olin spoke again. “Child lo,” while pointing at Anara's stomach. “Gue swore the boy would bring no joy. Instead, he will be the source of the greatest pain for Arsenio. So that he realized, from the beginning he should not want the child to be born into the world.”

Hearing her son being carried around, Anara who previously could only resignedly accept Olin's evil speech was immediately shocked. Her maternal instincts appeared. He wanted to protect his son in all kinds of ways. His son is innocent, so why should he accept hate speech from Olin?

Boldly, Anara finally replied, “You till when did you live hating God's destiny?”

The second Anara opened her eyes again, she said, “Even if it wasn't for me, you and Arsenio wouldn't be together. Who can guarantee that you can still get married and live happily?”

Olin did not answer. His facial expression did not change at all. Anara felt like she was talking to a statue. And to be honest, it was much more emotionally draining and exertion because all of his talk seemed to end up in vain.

“You may curse me to the satisfaction, but do not nullify my son, he is innocent.” Rigorously.

Even after that, OLIH still did not react so Anara had to make a decision quickly.

After taking a deep breath, he got up from the sofa. His index finger pointed towards the door, while his eyes looked at Olin so fixedly. “If no one wants you to talk about it, I beg you with all due respect, you leave here.” Tell her.

I don't know what was on Olin's mind when the woman was calmly sipping Lemon Tea again, biting a box of ice cubes and storing it in her mouth before finally getting up from the sofa.

No word of pampering. The woman walked out of Anara's house like someone who had never been taught manners. His steps were swayed so freely. Sway around like a top model walking on stage.

Until Olin's body disappears with her car parked in the yard, Anara is still standing. Her emotions were explosive in there, but there was nothing she could do to express her feelings. As a result, his chest began to feel tight and his stomach slowly felt cramped.

Anara grimaced as the cramps in her stomach felt worse. It felt like there were big hands trying to forcefully remove the baby from there.

The longer, the more excruciating the pain. Anara's legs were no longer able to tread properly, so her thin body was piled up and sitting limp on the floor. The sweat began to pour, her heart rate grew less and less and Anara began to feel her breath tight.

Anara realized she had to seek help immediately, but her body was too limp to be able to walk out or go back to the room to pick up a cell phone to call an ambulance.

Because of the intense pain, Anara's consciousness gradually decreased. His head was on the sofa. His eyes began to be closed often with cold sweat that increasingly profusely poured out.

Before his consciousness ran out, his body could hear the roar of a car entering the yard. It brings new hope so that he can be saved.

“Please...” the flow is raucous, then everything is dark.

Anara fainted. Without knowing who is coming. Is it really a help, or is it a new, more devastating disaster.

Seriate....