Losing Us
Restarts

Free. It turned out to be in vain Olin's efforts to mess things up. No matter how much trouble he caused, he still could not make Arsenio and his wife tremble. In fact, lately, he's found them getting more and more solid. It was as if the baby in Anara's stomach had a strong magical power to make her father and mother unite with a unanimous determination.

Realizing that the effort he put in would only lead him to an endless abyss of misery, Olin decided to quit. His wounds were still wet, his heartache still continued to be felt even though he had been painstakingly treated in such a way, forgiveness was never on his mind to be given to Arsenio and Anara. But he still has to go. He had to save himself in order to at least have a better life.

With so much consideration, New York became the destination that Olin chose as an escape. In the city he had lived in for a few years in that childhood, he would start over again. Of course, in the hope that his life will be much better than two human children who have hurt him this much.

The last day before flying to New York, Olin returned to the club where Zein worked. As usual order tequila and request the young man to be accompanied for a few hours before he returned home in a semi-conscious state.

Just like the previous nights, even Zein served him well tonight. Making his smile could rise a little because he finally realized, this world is not only Arsenio. There are billions of people from different tribes and nations, too narrow of a mind if it has to sacrifice a precious life in order to weep for a man whose talk cannot even be held.

“Tomorrow flight what time?” zein asked after putting a glass of tequila in front of Olin.

“Eleven,” replied Olin. Unlike last night, where he would directly chug the tequila to the toilet, this time Olin let the alcoholic drink idle for longer.

“Does if I take you to the airport?” ask Zein again.

Olin returned with a thin smile while shaking slowly, “If you want to join me flying to New York is also not a problem.”

For a moment, Zein looked at Olin in a different way. Not only because the origin curse he knew was not serious at all, but also because he had just realized there was another with the look of a woman's eyes in front of him. Zein found Olin's condition looked much better, and he was happy about it.

“Why? Don't want to come with me to New York?” Olin asked when she realized that Zein was glued to her eyes.

Zein exhaled slowly, as his hands moved to wipe the surface of the bar table that had been spilled vodka belonging to other visitors.

“Do not want?” billih Olin's.

Clucking, Zein threw the lap in his hand to the back of the counter, then looked at Olin with a more leaning body position towards the woman.

“Don't like nawarin if the intention is just pleasantries.” Zein.

Unexpectedly, Olin even chuckled. “Gue no pleasantries,” said the girl. Idle Tequila finally he sipped too in between the ruddiness that sounded so crisp.

“Ngot pleasantry, but already bought a ticket first.” Zein sneers. His body returned upright, while his gaze shifted sweeping across the entire area of the club that was beginning to be crowded.

Zein still remembered that Olin did not particularly like being in a place of human excess. Then every time the girl was here, she would automatically monitor the situation. To then immediately instruct Olin to go home when the situation began to feel not conducive.

Lucky, Friday night this time the club was quiet. Maybe the universe wants to be kind. Letting himself talk to Olin a little longer before the girl actually leaves and somehow comes back.

“You can always buy your own ticket, make me.” The clear voice of Olin again makes Zein withdraw from his world. It was found that the girl was staring seriously, as if she was about to show some determination in her previous speech.

“I will,” Zein quickly undertakes. It is not difficult to buy a ticket and fly for a few hours to meet the girl later. The problem is, if suddenly Olin cut off access and he does not know where to look for the girl.

“Gue will not disappear, you calm down aja.” And as if to understand his concerns, Olin said it as an insurance. “My management the rest of lo doang since I dated and became a dumb bucin. I don't want to lose friends anymore, so you don't have to be afraid that I will cut off contact at any time.”

Zein had a lot of friends, but the only ones who managed to get their own place in his heart were Arsenio and Olin. So, imagining one of them would disappear from the radar was a nightmare that Zein wanted to avoid as much as possible.

That night, no one talked about disappearing and cutting off contact. The time left before Olin's departure tomorrow is well used to talk about more useful things. No, if only they talked more about something that made sense. About things that can be designed in a short period of time, instead of imagining far into the future.

That night, once again, they came back close as friends.

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While in other parts of the earth, the friendship that began again also occurred in the relationship of Arsenio and Anara. They agreed to suppress the ego strongly, united to build great chemistry for the sake of the baby who will be born less than three months into the future.

One by one, memories from the past are dismantled by them every day. The memories that had been lost from Anara's head also gradually began to return along with more that he heard from Arsenio and Mother.

For a while, Anara felt her life would be fine.

“I got word from Zein that Olin will be flying to New York tomorrow.” Amidst the dim light of the living room, Arsenio appeared carrying a glass of chocolate-flavored pregnant milk.

Anara corrected her sitting position on the sofa, then received a milk glass extended by Arsenio to her.

“You sad?” tanyakanya. Just a second after Arsenio's butt landed on the couch.

Arsenio shook her head, “It's good that she finally dared to take a step away. So that he can heal too. Because it doesn't feel fair that we can walk far away, while he's still standing in the same pain spot.”

No response from Anara. The woman prefers to chug her pregnant milk slowly until the warmth begins to reach her distended and round stomach.

While Arsenio, the man also did not mind even though his words were not welcomed. He was more interested in seeing how Anara's neck seemed to move when drop by drop of milk succeeded the woman's throat. Then when the glass was completely empty, he swiftly grabbed it and stored it onto the table.

“Fifteen minutes we sleep. Wait for the milk to digest well first.” Arsenio pulled out the landslide blanket, raising it until it again covered Anara's thigh.

Time showed at eleven o'clock in the evening and they had just finished watching the movie. It was an activity that began their routine every weekend, as an effort to get closer.

Anara just nodded obediently. From a long time ago, he was, right? Do not like a lot of protests if the condition is not very severe.

While waiting for the 15-minute gap to run out, the two of them just kept quiet. Impregnating each other's feelings in order to know which stage they're tracking the heart at right now. Is it far enough away, or is it still there? Because they both hope, when Noel is born later, their feelings have reached the perfect stage.

When their time was up, Arsenio swiftly got up first. Unlike the previous night where she was going to let Anara return to the room independently, tonight she did something else.

Just a second after one leg of Anara had stepped onto the floor, Arsenio moved quickly to grab the woman's body. Brought her into a sling of bridal style and paid no heed to Anara's surprised gaze. Again, the woman did not protest much.

With both lips still silent, Arsenio carried Anara back to the room. Indeed, no conversation occurred during the return trip, but from the netra who occasionally met at one time, they seemed to be chatting to convince themselves that their destination was really only one; being a good parent to Noel, their beloved daughter.

Seriate....