Losing Us
Meet Her

Anara could not help but take her eyes off Arsenio who seemed agitated for a while. Many times the man was caught glancing at the huff on the screen of his phone that had lit up for a few seconds before finally extinguished. It seemed, there was an important message coming in, but Arsenio was too hesitant to check it out or not.

“Why?” the question, as soft as possible so as not to make Arsenio more and more drunk.

The one asked looked at him quickly. His messy face could not be hidden at all. Well, Arsenio did not seem to want to try to hide her anxiety.

The breath that sounded so heavy became something Anara first got, before her neutrality caught Arsenio's hesitant motion grabbing the phone and sending the flat object before her after her screen opened.

Anara took over the phone, and was then made to understand why Arsenio looked so upset.

In the chat room that showed Zein's contact name, Anara found the man offering an invitation to meet with Olin. For the last time, before the girl flies to New York at 11 p.m.

Anara understood why Arsenio should feel this sad. Because even though they had agreed to start everything from scratch, Anara knew very well that forgetting someone who had been by our side for quite some time was not easy. There must still be a push from within Arsenio to agree to Zein's invitation, but on the other hand, on the other hand, the man also did not want to renege on a promise to Noel to let go of all his past and leave them behind.

Understand that only his confidence and permission will make Arsenio calmer, Anara also returned the man's phone accompanied by a smile.

“Go aja,” said. There was no hesitation, for he gave the permission consciously and with sincerity.

“Tapi—“

“To say goodbye,” by Anara.

“You ... is it okay?” asked Arsenio still looking hesitant.

Anara nodded confidently, “Free to say goodbye, right? I'm sure you won't go crazy by suddenly buying an impromptu ticket so you can run away with him.” Anara's joke followed a light puckishness.

His intention is to joke, not to be insinuating or there is another ulterior purpose. However, he even found Arsenio speechless with a gloomy look.

Because Arsenio's reaction was so, so came the idea of ignorance in Anara's head. When else can he prank ‘mantan’ human minimal morals, right? If there is a chance, he better take advantage of it.

So shocked, Anara covered her mouth with both hands. “You're really going to act crazy if I let you go there?” the tannya made-up as dramatic as possible.

His acting that is far from the word natural managed to make Arsenio swerve sharply. “Annnnnn...” hiss the man is full of emphasis.

Hence, Anara chuckled softly. “I believe you will not break the promise with Noel,” he said, slowly turning the oddity into a warm smile. He slowly rubbed it onto Arsenio's shoulder, before passing away leaving the dining table with his belly growing distended and heavy.

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A pair of eyes kept watching where Zein was moving. Not a second did he escape, as if he was a prisoner of war who should not have any loopholes to escape at all.

On his big bed this time wrapped in space-patterned blue sheets, Olin sat cross-legged with both hands crossed in front of his chest. It was that pair of netra girls who had been watching him since, sealing his movements to be minimal and limited.

“Ngot able.” Sahut Zein's. Despite the horror, he decided not to cancel his plan.

Just a moment ago, he had received a reply from Arsenio over the message he had sent earlier this morning. The man agreed to the invitation to meet the three with Olin, as a moment of separation before they separated and somehow could gather the three again.

“Lo knows I'm still so sick of him.” Olin emphasized the word ‘dia’, reluctant to mention the name Arsenio who even though semat became a favorite name and he always mentioned at every opportunity.

“Sama, I'm also sick of him.” Zein won't lose. Just leaning on the side of the door, he finally walked over. To then stop right on the side of the bed until he can face directly with Olin. “But this is the last chance for you to get three together before you leave. As a friends, not as an ex-lover or anything like that.”

Olin gave a rough sigh. His crossed hands slipped out of the link, switching to ruffling his long hair in a rough motion. Honestly speaking, he did not understand Zein's way of thinking. The man clearly knew that he had decided to leave because he was fed up with the fate of his love, but instead of helping him quickly forget the ex-girlfriend, Zein asked them to meet again.

“Lo better get ready now. Arsenio was on the way in 15 minutes. Later we walk first look for breakfast while coffee, out of it cus directly to airport.” Zein says it in one breath. Before he got angry, he hurried away. Turn around and tap the gas. Leaving Olin who then can only urinate on his own on the mattress until making sheets that were originally neat become formless tangles.

“Zein son of the devil!”

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What do you expect from a meeting of ex-lovers who broke up in a bad way? A warm conversation remembering the past? Good words and pray for each other for the good of the future with each other? Well, just be prepared to be disappointed because Olin's meeting with Arsenio obviously will not produce such positive things.

One was still angry, the other was still feeling guilty. Then all you can see is a wrong interaction. Zein as the originator of the idea of this last meeting is also not much help. Instead of trying to make the atmosphere melt, the man was instead busy with his own world.

His lips were busy moving, his voice flowing so smoothly to the rhythm of the song that was played from the car tape. Occasionally a whistling sound will be heard, with bright euphoria inversely proportional to the gloomy atmosphere in the rear passenger seat.

The car was driving fast enough because the road was quite empty. The number of offices closed on Saturdays and Sundays makes not many vehicles lined up on the road like other days when employees work to get to the destination on time.

After passing a few turns, Zein did his car to one of the restaurants that is quite famous for its western menus and steady concoction of coffee.

Without seeking the prior approval of the two passengers he was carrying, the man whose hair color had changed again to jet black parked the car in the available slot and immediately jumped down after removing the seatbelt from his body.

Still at his own pace, Zein stepped out of his car. Whistling and idly twirling the key on his long index finger.

While in the car he left behind, Olin and Arsenio were still motionless. The gazes of the two were both fixed on Zein who had almost reached the entrance of the restaurant. And when Zein finally grabbed the doorknob, Olin let out a rude sigh.

“Emang is a child of the devil!” yells. Then in the second after that, Olin immediately followed Zein with a jerking step.

Arsenio was alone in the car. Where did his head start to back up the storm and he once again asked; had his decision to come here been appropriate?

Seriate....