Losing Us
A Goodbye

Even to the end, Olin still refused to say goodbye properly. Instead, he instead issued a statement that made Arsenio unable to do anything but accept with a lofty chest.

“I hope you’re happy, but don’t you dare to be happy.” The statement still keeps Arsenio reset on the head even though now the figure of Olin has disappeared from the eyes, drowned in the middle of human traffic.

How Olin said it with a voice and a calm face had made Arsenio realize that it was so deep that she hurt Olin. Thus, Arsenio was still quite grateful that Olin did not curse her, praying for the ugly especially regarding her daughter Noel.

Arsenio took a deep breath. So deep, he could feel his chest cavity so full. Then while exhaling slowly, he whispered softly in his heart, “Hopefully after this, you can be happier, Lin. Much happier than when I was the same.”

Because only then, the guilt that Arsenio had could be slightly reduced. So that he does not regret his decision to let go of Olin and let the girl start to wade through his journey alone.

“You hangout first no?” Arsenio drew a view from the last point where Olin was seen. Turning to Zein who hurt both hands inside the jacket.

“Live back, my wife is alone at home.” Resist.

Zein didn't seem to mind. The man only nodded at a glance then led Arsenio to leave their position of parting with Olin.

“Udah how old is the content?” Zein asked in the middle of their journey towards the parking area.

“Twenty-five weeks.” Arsenio replied, with a straight forward look.

“Her gender already knows? Are you ready to name?”

Arsenio nodded, involuntarily smiling as the shadow of the tiny baby flashed across her head.

“Looks like you’ve really been waiting for that.” Comment Zein.

Arsenio simply reviewed a thin smile, then sped up the swing of steps. He wanted to get home quickly, in order to get back to looking after Anara properly. Since finding the woman passed out the first time, she had never again left Anara alone. Every Monday to Friday, Anara will be accompanied by ART which she works from morning until midnight. While on Saturday and Sunday, Arsenio will be at home full time to take care of all the needs of his wife.

Leaving Anara alone made her uneasy, so the sooner she could get home, the better.

When he reached the side of Zein's car, Arsenio's steps came to a halt. Just to make him be able to stare at the man for a while before spewing out the contents of the head that he had been holding on to.

“Zein,” call him start.

Zein cleared his throat, busy pulling out the car keys so they could get home soon.

“Thanks,”

Hearing that, faint wrinkles appeared adorning Zein's forehead. The man unceasingly pressed the button on the car key, ending up making the object hang in his grasp while his eyes stared intensely at the figure of Arsenio before him.

“Lo has always been by Olin's side in his worst moments, and I thank him for that.” Clearly Arsenio, seeing the unfailing wrinkles disappear from Zein's forehead.

“Still, thank you.” Arsenio Kekeuh.

Zein decided not to argue. The car door opened quickly just a fraction of a second after the button was pressed. Then without saying much, Zein coded on Arsenio to rush in as they had to hurry.

Arsenio according. He walked around to the passenger side. But before he entered and sat sweetly in his chair, Arsenio was silent for a while. His head looked up, just as a plane passed low into the sky with white clouds similar to cotton candy. The plane was carrying Olin on board, along with their story that was over.

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Arsenio was already suspicious of the condition of the front door that was not tightly closed when she first arrived. But he still tries to think positively. It was possible that Anara had simply forgotten not to close the door because she was in too much of a hurry to do something.

However, as her steps traveled further and further into every corner of the house and ended up not finding the existence of Anara, there were no more positive thoughts that she could present in her head. Moreover, when he tried to call the woman and found her phone chuckling on the nightstand in their room, Arsenio was almost crazy.

Flashback incident when he found Anara lying limp when it was again clearly imagined in the eye. Then the memory of nightmares about loss that several times away also makes the panic increase.

With a chaotic head and a boisterous chest, Arsenio moved quickly down the stairs one by one. Two phones were in one hand, while the other held the car keys tightly and prepared to wander in search of Anara.

For then, he was made to gape in disbelief when the figure he was looking for appeared from the front door with an innocent look.

In a knee-length, dark gray dress, the woman steps in while chewing a piece of mango. Her net that was staring innocently at Arsenio already showed the female subordinate not knowing anything. Really have no clue that her husband is almost crazy looking for her whereabouts.

“Where are you from?!” Arsenio half yelled. Her legs stepped wide only to be able to reach the position where Anara stopped faster.

“Buy rujak in front,” Anara replied still with a mouth full of mango chew. To strengthen the alibi, he also thrust a box of mica containing several pieces of fruit covered in peanut butter to Arsenio. Which once again made the man sigh in disbelief.

“Have to buy rujak with ninggalin hape and so the front door is not locked?” cecar Arsenio, ignoring the seductive-looking rujak in front of her.

“Ya .. sorry. Earlier his brother passed by, I kept hurrying because I was afraid of being left.” Anara squeaking.

Arsenio still wanted to get angry, but seeing the look on Anara's face and her voice that was too slow, she undoed the intention. Instead, he walked closer, then hugged the body with a distended stomach that was not too tight.

“Other times don't be so,” he said slowly. “You don't know how worried I was when I didn't see you at home? I'm afraid you got hurt again like that, An.”

The sour taste of the mango he was chewing instantly disappeared. Because now, Anara was more busy permeating the foreign feeling that slipped into her chest slowly. The protective attitude that Arsenio showed was clearly only for the good of their daughter, Anara also understood that. But why can't he control his own feelings like he does now? What if her feelings grow further and further, and she'll just end up hurt?

“Sorry,” he said once again, still in a voice he could barely hear himself. And after that, Anara completely forgot on how she was going to deal with Arsenio as the man's embrace grew tighter.

Seriate...