Losing Us
Still No

This time, let Anara ask one thing. If there is someone who does not let go of the view even after a few minutes, what will you do? Breaking contact first so that his gaze was over? Go from where you are so that the pair of neutrals can no longer skin you like prey that is ready to be eaten in one hap? Or resignedly let yourself be ‘objek’ assessment that will either be where the end is?

Because to be honest, this time Anara really did not know what to do when Arsenio just kept staring at him since they both sat at the dinner table. As long as the man's mouth chewed on food, his gaze still did not shift from him. As if he were to let his guard down a little, he could disappear like a dust grain blown by a storm.

“Can you stop it?”

“What?”

“The way you staring at me, it’s so creepy.” Anara showed a shuddering gesture of horror. And no lie, he's really goosebumps right now. Fearful there might be a subtle creature that stuck into Arsenio's body to make the man act unusual since returning from the airport last afternoon.

“I’m staring at my wife, her fault where?”

“Nothing is wrong, if you are just plain and in a short time. But it’s been a few minutes, and you’re giving me goosebumps.” Anara Bright. As evidence, he showed his arm, where the fine hairs there were already standing.

“You think I'm a ghost?”

“More than that, you look like a psychopath.” Cetus Anara is honest. He became imagined pieces of scenes from the thriller drama that he had ever watched. There, the way the psychopath looked at his potential victim was exactly the same as what Arsenio does today. Ughhhh! Creepy right!

“If I'm a psychopath, I've eaten you from yesterday-yesterday.” Dengus Arsenio's. The plate had been empty since earlier, but even while arguing with Anara, his gaze was still not separated from the figure of the wife.

“There is a difference between a psychopath and a cannibal,” refutes Anara.

“They’re the same, both have no conscience.” Arsenio with her own argument.

If the argument he heard from the figure of Arsenio who used to be, Anara might immediately answer, “Emang you have a conscience?” loud and courageous. But because the figure of Arsenio who has now changed to be a little better, then the question can no longer be used as the ultimate weapon to cut the debate about psychopaths or cannibals this time.

So as the only step Anara could take, she preferred to run away. Washing the dishes he made alibi, quickly he stretchered the dirty dishes left the dining table and Arsenio who— still reluctant to pull his gaze.

The splashing of water flowing from the faucet in the sink became a distraction for random thoughts that began to appear in Anara's head. But it did not last long, because when his hands began to busy washing dirty dishes full of soap foam, he was instead made to freeze in place when a pair of tofu arms coiled in his distended stomach.

Not only a pair of hands, Anara also later found Arsenio's head was already leaning so comfortably on her shoulder. There is no feeling at all, as if their relationship has indeed gone as normal as it used to be.

“Stay away,” Anara warns.

“Why should I?” and Arsenio seemed to care less.

Anara moves as much as possible, speeding up the dishwasher process so that it can be released as soon as possible from Arsenio's confinement that is acting unusual. The dishes that she had cleaned at lightning speed then she passed onto the shelf, and in the second after she finished, Anara instantly turned her body and drew some distance.

“Nmobile.” Arsenio shook her head noisily. “You are my wife, and the one in your stomach is my son. So, why should I stay away from you?”

“Stop using my baby as an excuse,” Anara memicing dislikes. Noel is always present in the middle of the argument, making him even more convinced that the man in front of him is only in love with his son.

“Our baby,” Arsenio correcting. “And you, stop negative thinking same me.”

“I'm not negative thinking, but that's the truth. If it wasn't for Noel, you wouldn't be acting like this me.” Vomiting is also finally what Anara had been alone. There is no harm, it is also good if Arsenio is being nice. But the problem is, if it is too bar-bar breaking the existing limits, Anara is afraid she will be carried away and eventually even sick alone. Big no, that past was already quite painful, he was not willing to suffer anymore from now on.

“The fxck!” Arsenio leach cursing. For a moment, he forgot that Anara was an overthinking hobby, so it was only natural that the woman was still being vigilant even though she had said for them to start everything from scratch.

The question is, when?

“Gini,” her lips open again after some time. “Why hasn't his mindset been changed? From the beginning, “Oh, Arsenio was kind to me because there was Noel,” so “Oh, Noel was present did make it a way so that Arsenio could start loving me. So that we can live our married life like other couples.” With the change in your mindset, things will also go a different way.” Ocehnya at length.

But Arsenio should know that everything that has happened makes Anara not that easy to change the way she looks at herself. The wounds that the woman suffered and the shadow of Olin that is still clear in the eye can not be ignored just like that.

“I just want to protect myself.” Then it was the most honest confession Anara could give to maintain her determination.

“From what?”

“From you.”

“There’s no reason for me to harm you, Anara.” Arsenio was half upset. He’s a bastard in the past, but hasn't he tried his best to become someone better now? Not just as a father, but as a husband?

“Well, we never know.” Anara. The distance he stretched was still consistent. There was no intention of getting close.

Arsenio sighed, “I have to why let you believe?” tanyakanya. Maybe there is a surefire way to make Anara trust and stop being vigilant, right? Well, if anything, he wouldn't mind trying.

But again, the shoulder end he received made a long sigh escape from his lips. It was so, Anara passed. Leaving their serious chatter was just like an insignificant peanut shell.

“We're not finished, An.” Prevent it, but Anara has already gone far enough. Of course he would not expect Anara to be back and change her mind immediately. Because the more here, Arsenio understood more and more that Anara's head was too complicated and the wall that the woman had built was too high to be able to break through by force.

Seriate....