Losing Us
Extremely Different

When she first opened her eyes, what Anara found was the ceiling of a white room with long lights that were so dazzling. The smell of drugs was everywhere. It spread to all sides so that in a short time Anara could immediately guess that she was in the hospital.

It took a while for Anara to recall what happened to her and end up here. Then when her memory returned, Anara immediately sat down and felt her stomach in panic. Afraid of anything happening to Mochi.

But fortunately, his stomach still looks distended. Faintly he could also feel the movement from within there which signified that Mochi—seems like—is fine.

Anara breathed a sigh of relief. Then still rubbing his stomach, he circulated a glance.

Instead of the ER, Anara apparently woke up in a VIP nursery (visible from the available facilities). However, there was no one there. Anara was left alone. Which then made him wonder who had come to save his life and Mochi?

The answer to Anara's question came shortly after. When the nursery door was opened and appeared the figure of a man in a white shirt whose arms were rolled origin to the elbow limit. His hair was disheveled, his face looked lethargic and the look of the man's eyes instantly seemed to change when their gazes met.

“An,” said the man as he walked hurriedly to the gurney where Anara was sitting.

“Where are you? What's that hurt? Your head is dizzy? Your breath is tight? What is your heart, normal or not? Keep your stomach how, cramps or enggak?” the man, Arsenio, strafed Anara with various questions that even made Anara dizzy herself to answer them.

Oh, but that's not what then made Anara go silent for quite a while. It was only because he realized that something had changed from the way Arsenio had called him all along.

Anara looked at her husband in astonishment, wondering where the disappearance of ‘lo’ and ‘gue’ that the man usually used to be?

“An?” a soft touch landed on his forehead. Arsenio's cold back made Anara reflex to turn her head back. Inviting a faint frown appeared on the man's forehead.

“You okay or not? I need to call the doctor?” ask the man again.

Because Arsenio is so chatty and he has no time to bother about ‘aku’ ‘kamu’, he said, Anara was only able to pull Arsenio's arm and then asked the man to sit on the available chair next to the gurney.

Thank goodness the man complied and did not ask much. However, his hand suddenly just moved quickly grasping Anara's property so as to make him back exposed to ‘ small heart attack’.

“Udah okay or not?” Arsenio still charged for answers.

Anara nodded, while her gaze still fell on her hand which was within Arsenio's grasp.

“Yakin it's okay?” Anara raised her gaze again, then nodded her head.

There was a sigh of relief from Arsenio. Followed by a slow swipe that landed on the back of Anara's hand.

“You worried me half dead,” I'm that guy.

Until here, Anara is increasingly made speechless. It's like he's being confronted by someone else, not the Arsenio he's known all along. Feels weird. Anara is not used to it.

“Sorry,” great-granddaughter, then slowly she pulled her hand and took it on her lap, linked to each other.

“No, I'm sorry.” Cetus Arsenio's. “Sorry because you are alone without supervision. I should understand that pregnant women should always be accompanied, in order to minimize the occurrence of things that are not desirable like gini.” Reciprocity. Concerns were clearly on his face.

Anara did not answer because she was too confused as to what to react. So, he just kept quiet, letting Arsenio talk again.

“An,” call him.

It was still only the dehumanization that Anara gave in response.

“You ... have met anyone?”

Degs...

Instantly, Anara felt her entire body stiffen. He could have told me everything about Olin from start to finish, but his instinct as a fellow woman said that he should just keep his mouth shut so that this problem does not get worse.

“Olin, yes?” guess Arsenio was on target after Anara didn't answer. “Olin come to our home?”

“Iya,” Anara replied. Have no choice.

Arsenio sighed softly, “She evilin you yes, so you can be like gini?” tanyakanya.

Still with the thought that he had to keep what was really happening to avoid causing a commotion, Anara shook her head softly.

“I'm not like this because of Olin, really. Maybe just a soy sauce.” Reasoned.

“But the doctor said you were like this because of shock,” sidelines Arsenio. “Honestly with me, Olin, what did you do?”

“Not there, Arsenio. I'm not like this because Olin, please believe me.” Anara Steadfast. Either his ability to pretend would be powerful or not to trick Arsenio into stopping urging him to tell stories.

Maybe because of fatigue, or it could be heartless to see his condition is still weak, Anara found Arsenio relented. The man seemed to nod after sighing lowly.

“What matters is that you are with our child why-why.” Said the man. Sounds earnest. As much as Anara tried to find where the pretense lay, she did not find it.

“Iya,” Anara replied super quietly. Then he went deep enough. I will reflect on many things.

I don't know, Arsenio's treatment did change for the better, but Anara just felt uneasy. Something stuck in his heart, too hard for him to get out because he himself did not know what it was.

...****************...

It is most correct not to tell the mother about the bad news, because the response is really excited not.

Even when Arsenio had already explained that Anara was fine and only needed a bed rest one or two days to recover the condition, Mother still comes to the hospital carrying all the typical fuss of Asian mothers.

“Rome from the hospital, An stay at home Mother aja.” Cetus woman in a semi-formal dress dark brown color.

Arsenio snorted disapprovingly. “Tetap stay at home.” Aboutit.

“You are busy working,” between Mother does not want to lose. “Let at home Mother only, Mother who takes care.”

“Mother is also busy working, if Mother forgets.” Arsenio still ngeyel.

“But not as busy as you!” exclaim Mother. Start using the muscles which make Arsenio more intense provide resistance.

“Just stay at our home!”

“Mother's Home!”

“Our house, Mother!”

“At Mother's house, point.”

“Cannot. Stay in our house. Point. No comma, no bargaining!”

The mouthfight continues. None of the mother and child would give up at all. Both are stubborn. Both want to be obeyed because in their opinion they are the best.

While Anara, who was being fussed over where she should stay after this, could only resignedly watch the debate of her in-laws and husband from the top of the gurney. Call the red wine he put in his mouth, as a accompaniment in enjoying the scene of the struggle that is more frenetic than the struggle for inheritance.

The war was forced to pause when the nursery was open from the outside. A nurse came with a tray containing dinner and supplements that Anara should take regularly.

“Thank you,” Anara said to the nurse.

The nurse only responded with a smile, then resigned to leave the nursing room which will soon be filled with commotion.

“Just at home Mother!”

“Can't! If you want, only Mother who moved to our house!”

“Your house is small, enjoy it at Mother's house!”

“Small is more convenient for Anara!”

Nah, kan. Never mind, what to expect if the two still refuse to budge? Wouldn't it be better for Anara to eat her dinner immediately, take supplements and go to sleep so that her condition will recover quickly?

Allowing Mother and Arsenio to remain insistent on each other's stance, Anara grabbed her food bowl. One spoon he oper into the mouth. He chewed slowly so that no food strayed into the respiratory tract.

But, like the word life is full of surprises, Anara still found a grain of rice crunching into the respiratory tract even though she had tried to be careful.

Anara coughing. His nose and throat felt sore and uncomfortable because a grain of rice was not working.

The good news, the sound of coughing even managed to make the originally noisy debate once stopped. Bunda and Arsenio turned their heads towards him. Sculpt for a few seconds before finally both run over to thrust a glass filled with water.

Arsenio becomes someone who manages to reach for the glass first and help Anara drink. Her long legs are a fortune because she can go wider than Mother. At that point, he felt like he was winning.

Oh, come on, they're not even in the arena!

“Sorry, I think you're spilling because of my horrors with Mother debate huh?” asked the man after Anara's cough subsided.

“Emang I just careless,” kilah Anara. Do not want to make Mother who has been staring softly at him increasingly feel guilty.

After the scene sprains, it turns out that dinner was no longer attractive in the eyes of Anara. Finally, he put his bowl back on the nightstand, then sipped more water.

“Why not get eaten? Not good, huh? Do you want me to find food outside? What do you want, hmm? Tell me, let me find it now.” Tawar Arsenio's. Suddenly, the man looks like a standby husband who is really the dream of all women.

Anara is not wanting a certain type of food, and she is also not a typical person who is mumpung. So, honestly and innocently he shook his head.

“Seriously don't know anything? Mochi no longer wants to eat what?”

“Nothing, Arsenio. Mending you rest there, pity seems tired that way. Tomorrow you have to work, not okay if the break is less.” Get Anara. Mommy just goes along and nods her head.

“Who do I say I work tomorrow? My man goes on leave.” Arsenio Celeuku.

“Cut continues?” ask Anara. There's a tone of dislike. Because Arsenio is already often on leave and that is not a good example for other employees.

“My wife is sick again, where can I stay at work?”

Ah, again Anara was electrocuted just because of Arsenio's speech. Why, the hell, did the man change it to be this drastic? Just make goosebumps!

In contrast to Anara who was astonished and still trying to adapt to the change in Arsenio's attitude, Mommy even began to continue to smile. No lie, he was very happy because finally Arsenio can put herself as a husband and father should. He is happy that his only son can take decisive action to release his lover and start a whole new life with his small family.

There are many things that you can hope for every day, and one of them is always the same; hopefully Anara and Arsenio can live happily, until old age.

Seriate....