Losing Us
Whatevers

Arsenio's absurd behavior is not over. Although previously Anara had so clearly said her doubts to open her heart fully, Arsenio seems still reluctant to care. The man looks still ‘berhsu’ to be accepted as a husband.

Before this, Anara had indeed thought about how it would be if they met as strangers, becoming close naturally before deciding to get married. But tonight, for the first time, Anara understood why God designed their way of life so.

If they met as strangers without any matchmaking, Anara was sure they would never get close. Nothing yet, Anara was sure she would have given up first. Because for whatever sake, Arsenio's absurd behavior has entered a stage that can not be faced with common sense.

“You want to see when you stand there?” Anara, who was in a collapsed position, was now forced to sit down again.

It had been almost an hour it seemed like Arsenio was standing in the doorway of their room. With both arms folded in front of his chest and a gaze that could not be separated from him. Make him unable to sleep immediately when he was sleepy heavy.

“Until you stop thinking that I'm being nice just because of Noel.”

Anara clucked lazily. Why is Arsenio so desperate in his efforts this time? What does that man really want?

“Ndon't want to? Yes, I will continue to stand here.” Arsenio threatened. His pouting face turned super serious. Something that even made Anara want to put it in a bottle and lock it there. Forever.

“An,”

“Iya.” Anara says lazy. Forced. Than she can't sleep till morning, right? “Sini, game.” He patted the empty space next to him.

“Iya what?” ask Arsenio.

Anara's eyeballs were spinning in a puff, her breathing was so heavy and rough. “Yes, you're good not just because of Noel. Satisfied? Buruan here.”

At that instant, Arsenio's smile flashed. Hurry up he left the sculpting position, closed the door with enthusiasm and then jumped up to the mattress—humped Anara's body like a lion pouncing on his prey.

“I can't breath!” anara protested while clapping Arsenio's arm that clutched her body tightly.

The adam giggled, only loosening his arms a little without any intention of letting go. “Promise I won’t hurt you anymore.” Her speech.

“Ya, yes.” Anara responded lazily.

Suddenly, Arsenio stared intently at him. “I'm serious.” Strictly the man.

Lazy drama because the night was getting late, Anara pulled Arsenio's arm to hug him back. “Iya, I trust.”

“I want to be a good husband,”

“Iya, I know.”

“An,”

“Sleep, Arsenio. Don't make me stay up late. This is not good for the health of Noel.”

Arsenio according. In Anara's arms, she began to close her eyes. Anara's distinctive body scent resembled an aromatherapy candle to her. Help him calm down faster.

“Good night, An.”

“Good nigt, Papi.”

Papi's. Arsenio smelled a smile. Then at will, she hugged Anara even tighter. Monopolize the wife's body until there is no gap for anyone to take her away.

Just today, Arsenio was determined to try to love Anara, once again.

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

When he opened his eyes, Arsenio already did not find Anara in their room. The space beside him was empty, while in another empty space near his feet, he found the work suit neatly prepared.

Arsenio stretched her stiff muscles, yawned several times before finally getting up and walking slowly towards the bathroom. The new time was pointing at six o'clock, so he didn't need to rush to clean up and prepare.

Arriving in the bathroom, Arsenio daydreamed for a while on the closet. The true definition of daydreaming was because he really did not think of anything in the head. Empty, like a newly reset storage box.

Walk her to the closet. Pull one gray underwear and instantly she wears it. After that, then he took the work suit that Anara had prepared and immediately put on it.

Beres prepared, Arsenio snatched her briefcase and car keys and wallet, then rushed down to look for Anara's whereabouts.

Still from the end of the second floor stairs only, the cloud can already catch the sound of hissing coming from hot oil on the frying pan. And just like that, her smile rose quite wide after she knew that the culprit was Anara. Although in fact, he was a bit surprised because the cooking task he had left to the household assistant who worked from morning until late at night.

“An,” calls him, interrupting the activities of Anara who is sauteing something in the frying pan.

“Oh, morning.” Sapa the woman. Without looking, because he had to focus on the cuisine in front.

Arsenio walked closer towards the stove after putting the briefcase on the dining table. The savory aroma that comes from sauteed garlic quickly invades the sense of smell. Inviting worms in the stomach to dance, giving a code to be fed.

“Tumben you cooked? Mbak Narsih has not arrived?” ask him when he got behind Anara's body.

“Mbak Narsih did not come here today, again not feeling well he said.” Answer Anara. While his hands are still so see stirred the green mustard that has begun to wither on the pan.

“Well, what pain?”

“Pusing equals nausea he said.”

“Pregnant?” chirps Arsenio.

Anara mendelik, “Mbak Narsih widowed, want to get pregnant with whom?” he said while turning off the stove. Garlic mustard is ready. Only he moved it to a plate and was given a sprinkling of fried onions. Then added a cheese sausage omelet, and finished. Their breakfast menu today is as simple as that.

“No idea,” while raising shoulders. “Who knows he secretly has a girlfriend.”

“Hush!” anara Tegur. Sometimes, Arsenio's mouth lemesnya more than women. No matter who's down from. Because when you look around, Mother does not seem to be a typical gossip.

“Iya, yes, sorry.”

Anara just shook her head slowly, then returned busy with her activities to prepare breakfast. Stomach distended does make his steps become slower, lucky Arsenio quite understanding by helping him take the plate and put the side dishes on the dining table.

In a short time, their breakfast was ready.

“Means today you are alone dong at home?” asked Arsenio, just remember that the absence of Mbak Narsih means there will be no one to look after Anara as usual.

“Yes yes, how to go again.” Anara replied as she poured water into her husband's glass.

“Wah, can't do that. You come with me to the office.” Arsenio's proposal, again made him given a sharp gaze by Anara.

“Can't, if you give me a reasonable idea?”

“Not reasonable in which part try?”

“You go to the office for work, not for pregnant people.” Although his lips were sewed, Anara's hands still moved to spoon the rice and side dishes to Arsenio's plate. “That's it, it's okay I'm at home.”

“Neither.” Arsenio. “Follow me to the office, or I truant again today.”

“Gosh...”.

“Follow me to the office, please?” it was a fierce snob, now it even showed an anxious puppy eyes. Huh... Anara suspects that Arsenio may also suffer from multiple personalities.

“An..”

“Iya, yes, it's up to you deh.” Anara relented. It's too early. His energy should not be drained just because of a trivial matter like this.

Seriate....