Losing Us
Turning Point

Finding a portrait of her on Arsenio's desk was a surprise for Anara. For never once did he imagine that the man would do it.

Yeah just try to remember how the man treated Anara at the beginning of their marriage. Have you ever imagined that Arsenio would act like that? No, right?

Anara brought a piece of the photo she found onto the sofa. He observed well every detail of it that invited many memories from all sides.

The photo he found was taken a few months ago. When she was four months old and they were going to dinner with Mother.

After eating all the dishes, they both covered the rooftop, staying there while watching the stars that were shining brightly enough.

At the time, there wasn't much they were talking about. Because even up to that point, they still feel awkward to be able to walk closer to each other. Olin's name still loomed clear, something that made their move falter.

“I don't really understand astronomy, but every time I look at the stars, I always assume that they are the embodiment of both my parents.” He said that night, pointing to a pair of stars whose rays were the brightest among the others.

Arsenio did not respond much at that time. Anara thought, because indeed the man had no interest in listening to her story. After all, from the beginning their relationship was not that close to being able to become a storytelling friend freely.

Anara never thought that it turned out that the silence that Arsenio gave was because the man was busy capturing the moment in a photo. More unexpected when he knew the photo was apparently taken and stored on his desk, along with other important files.

“See, Noel, your papi is hard to guess.” He said as he rubbed the distended stomach that was slightly moving because Noel's small legs kicked slowly. “Sometimes she's an angel, sometimes cosplay is a dajjal. Well, doain aja yes so that your next papi be an angel for us.”

At the end of the sentence, Anara giggled amusedly. Feeling a little sinful also because it has doctrin Noel with the word that his father has a dual personality. But how else, only with Noel can he share his thoughts freely. Only with the baby still developing in her stomach that Anara can pour out her heart, without fear of being judged.

“If I hurt you again, please punish me as hard as anything. But, please don't go.” That sentence came last night. When he was on the verge between unconsciousness and not, a faint sound could be heard of Arsenio pleading so.

Call him too weak. But upon hearing the request airing from the lips of the man who used to yell at her often, Anara felt she had no power to resist. So, before actually falling asleep, he had already answered Arsenio's request inwardly.

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” His monologue. I remember a word that came out of nowhere to hear it. This time, he wanted to realize the word. He wanted to give Arsenio a second chance, just like the man asked.

“I give you the chance, Ar. Be wise, cuz if you hurt me again, you probably won’t have any chance left.”

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The meeting went smoothly, although it had to take more time because of additional discussions for the initial plan change. There is no such thing as a muscle fight, and it is enough to calm Arsenio down.

Arsenio left the meeting room with a soaring step. Can't wait to meet Anara and the baby Noel she left alone in the study.

“My wife is safe?” he asked Cleo who was standing by at her desk, right on the side of Arsenio's workspace.

“Oke, thank you.” While removing two thumbs as a sign of appreciation for Cleo's work this time.

The secretary also pulled out two thumbs. Which is a form of support for the boss' gentle attitude towards the wife. Seeing his boss treating his wife so well, Cleo also fantasized about getting married. In reality, she does not have a boyfriend.

Ah, Cleo did not know that the couple she admired had to go through a lot of drama before getting to this point. Because it is, right? We tend to only look at one side, without knowing that the other person is actually also going through a lot of struggle before finally getting to the point of comfort.

Leaving Cleo, Arsenio walked even faster. Immediately open the door of the room slowly. He tilted his head before bringing his entire body in.

The first sight to welcome was the figure of Anara sleeping on the sofa. Her suit was lying on the woman's leg, covering the part that was not covered by the dark blue mother's dress below the knee.

Arsenio walked slowly towards his wife. Slowly crouching on the side of the sofa, only to be made to smile at Anara's innocent face.

“Cantics,” compliments. Unknowingly, his fingers stretched out, touching the tip of Anara's pointed nose. Slowly but surely, the fingers moved down, emptying into Anara's pink lips.

There was a strong urge within him to kiss those pretty lips, and Arsenio realized it without needing to think long. Slowly, his head moved closer, then his lips touched the lumps of flesh with the taste of peach liptint gently.

One time, not enough. Twice, it still feels less. Three times, Arsenio even felt increasingly addicted. Finally, Arsenio kissed those lips many times. Slowly and gently, without any intention of moving further until it might be able to interrupt Anara's deep sleep.

“I’m sorry,” whispered after feeling satisfied taste his favorite peach. The apology refers to what has happened in the past, as well as to things he has not done as a form of service as a husband.

“I promise I’ll do everything for you, An. Everything, to keep you safe, to make you happy.” That afternoon, his determination was unanimous. That now he would only live to do everything for Anara. To make the woman live comfortably, to keep her safe.

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“I promise I’ll do everything for you, An. Everything, to keep you safe, to make you happy.” Anara could only celebrate that sentence in her heart. As much as his energy to keep his eyes from opening in order to avoid unpleasant awkwardness between them.

Thank you. His inner. Quite like that. Enough he knew that Arsenio already really had the determination to dedicate his life to becoming a better person. To be her own best husband and father. Quite like this, Anara would not be greedy by asking for more.

Seriate.....