Losing Us
Other Side

How the figure of Arsenio in the office so far is very far from the shadow of Anara. Seeing how fierce the man was to him when he was first married, he thought Arsenio was also an arrogant leader and feared by employees. But in fact, instead of feeling afraid, they look respectful and disdainful to her husband.

From the moment they had just entered, some of the employees who had passed by had greeted them so kindly and warmly. Not the kind of pleasantries or mere formality, but the kind of greetings you will give to someone you are disinclined with, no matter where you are.

Not only the employees, not infrequently Anara also found Arsenio greeting them first. Completely get rid of the unwritten rule that bosses and employees have long distances.

“Again, Mr. Arsen.” Sapa seroang short-haired young woman shoulder to shoulder. Dark brown color, in line with the color of the owner's eyeball.

“Again, Cleo.” Arsenio greeted back. And before his steps continued into the study, he paused for a moment in front of the woman's desk. “Today I bring my wife, so if you can please minimize the people who pass by to my room, yes.” Her request.

“Good, Sir.” Cleo, the secretary, nodded in understanding. Not to forget also gave his best smile to Anara, who was answered by a similar smile by his boss' wife.

Then, they continued their steps.

Arsenio pushed the black door in front, opening it wide so that Anara could enter first. While the opened door even pensive long enough to look at all sides in his study.

“An,” tease. Because it seemed, Anara was daydreaming.

Not answering, Anara just continued on. His eyes are still around. Sweep every corner and make sure nothing gets missed.

This was the first time Anara had set foot in Arsenio's office since she officially became his wife, so she wanted to scan what room her husband had been working in all this time, and then he kept it inside his head.

“You just sat on that couch,” pointed Arsenio, on a long sofa on the right side of his desk. The dark brown sofa is usually used for lying down when he is tired of working. Or when he is lazy to eat and prefers to take a nap.

Anara according. Immediately sat himself on the soft sofa even though his gaze was still not finished going around.

“Connecting this is Monday, my work is definitely going to be a lot. So, if you are bored, you can play games or watch movies from here.” Arsenio said while presenting a tab of the latest output.

Anara accepted the tab, forced to end her observing activities around because she suddenly felt curious about one thing. Actually it is not very important to ask, but it seems that it will be redundant too if only he keeps it in the head.

“Arsenio,” then she called before her husband returned to his desk and started busy working.

“What?”

“You are always friendly so are all employees?”

Arsenio raised her eleven eyebrows, though not too high. “Iya, why is it?” answer the man, and ask a question back.

“Nothing, anyway. Didn't expect it.”

Well, now, Arsenio's eyebrows were raised even higher. “Not sure why?”

“Yes not expected. You were very fierce with me, good only with Mother and Olin, so I think you are fierce other than to them.”

“No, I'm afraid just the same you doang.” I'm Arsenio.

Now, it was Anara's turn that looked puzzled. “Why?”

“Because I was angry with our circumstances back then.” Reply Arsenio. There was still a sense of pain when he remembered how badly he treated Anara first. “I'm angry because we can't do anything to get out of that situation, and it just so happens that there are only you who could be the target of my anger.”

“That was,” continued Arsenio again, before Anara's mind drifted everywhere. “Now, I'm not angry at anything. I have accepted everything that happened as a condition, so I will not vent anger to anyone, let alone to you.”

“I want to live, by loving God's destiny.”

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Monday was busy. Having just finished lunch, Arsenio had already gotten a call to attend a meeting with a client from out of town. Everything was prepared by Cleo, she only needed to step foot into the meeting room and prepare to spill her thoughts during the meeting.

“I live first, you are here only, do not go anywhere.” The message before leaving the room. Cleo was already waiting in front of the door, faithfully holding the heavy door so that the boss could pass unhindered.

“Iya.” Anara nodded obediently.

Arsenio nodded at a glance, then turned around and began to step. However, just three steps away, he turned quickly and returned before Anara.

“What?” asked Anara confusedly.

“Kiss first, let more spirit.” Her request while pointing at her left cheek and body slightly bent towards Anara.

“Not to be weird,” Anara fizzing. His net glanced unpleasantly at Cleo who had waited for quite a long time. But the woman even looked to smile.

“Kiss.” Pinta Arsenio again.

Anara let out a breath of air. Again, he had to give up. One kiss he landed on Arsenio's left cheek, another on her right cheek because the man asked to add.

“Thank you,” and unfortunately, the man even stole a kiss from his lips before blurring with a thousand steps. Leaving her sculpted and enduring shame because of what Arsenio did was witnessed by Cleo.

“Sabar, An ... patience..” he said to himself, wiping his chest many times. Just remember that Arsenio is absurd, so that she is not constantly surprised by her out-of-the-box behavior.

The first few minutes after being abandoned, Anara just sat quietly on the sofa. While scrolling social media to see the latest news from home and abroad. To the end, he was bored as well. Because the news is all the same. Only the case of murder that was again crowded and raised a lot of speculation about the oddities in the course of the trial.

Fed up, Anara left her phone on the sofa. Walking towards Arsenio's desk turned against the glass window. From the glass window, he could see through the street. Where the hot sun does not dampen the intention for people out there still struggling to find sustenance.

Silent for a moment, Anara finally sat down in Arsenio's work chair. His fingers moved idly, touching one by one the things on the man's desk. Feel every different texture and permeate it with both eyes closed.

There's not much Anara can feel. It was just about the texture of paper and wood, until then he felt there was one sheet of paper whose texture felt thicker and sharper than the others.

Anara opened her eyes. Found his fingers stopped on a piece of photo tucked between piles of files.

Usually, Anara never sepo it on objects belonging to others. His parents always taught him not to touch anyone's property without his permission. But this time, he somehow wanted to pull the picture.

And, he did.

Lightly, his fingers moved pulling a sheet that was quite thick. Slowly carry the sheet forward. Only to be pensive when he knew that the photo sheet contained a portrait of a woman. He has long hair and is very familiar.

“This is right..”.

Seriate....