Losing Us
As long as it is not hated

The high shining sun did not discourage Anara from struggling with the fish in the pond in the backyard. The pellets he scattered, making the adorable little creatures swim in unison towards the area where the pellets are located. Every now and then they would collide for the sake of annexing a pellet. Every now and then their brutal movements would make the pool water ripple and splash towards Anara. Moisturizing his leg skin.

Maybe it's been about an hour Anara's here. Where before, he was more fun to invite a chat some flowers that this morning made it soaked.

Anara chuckled amusedly as she recalled how ridiculous she was this morning. At that time, he was about to water these beautiful flowers, but instead ended up sprayed because the water pressure inside the hose was too large so that the slippery blue hose was released from the grip. As a result, he was soaked.

“Cracked.” And Anara's smile instantly disappeared as Arsenio's scornful voice echoed.

Indeed, Anara is careless. Not once twice did he get into trouble because his weak, jelly-like hand was powerless to hold something for too long. But still, said so by Arsenio, let alone plus the look of her flat face that sucks, Anara still felt annoyed.

“Crumbling gini, I'm not selfish, yes, Arsenio.” Monologue Anara, be proud of yourself.

And although Anara may never tell Arsenio about it later (if she does not ask), yet Mother's absence to their home today is thanks to the bold steps she took.

In order to avoid coming up with questions that do not know what he should answer with, Anara ventured to call Mother, Mother, asked politely that her mother-in-law not come to visit because she and Arsenio were about to spend some time together by trying out a pastry recipe they had just seen on the internet the night before.

Ck! A very silly reason, but Anara had no other better reason. After all, Mommy still believes and instead gives encouragement to them so that the trial pastry works.

Hahaha... How did it work? They really didn't do it either.

“This is for Mother.”

“Iya, know.” Anara reflexes answered. The voice was clearly just coming inside his head.

In Anara's shadow, he and Arsenio were chatting. He asked why Arsenio had suddenly been so kind to him lately, and that was the answer the man gave; for Mother's sake.

Well, no problem. That's good enough, and Anara will appreciate it. It is not easy to be kind to someone we hate half to death. So to Arsenio's ability to do so, Anara will give four thumbs up as a form of appreciation.

“Lo again what?”

“Feeding fish.” Anara answered again. Oh, no, it doesn't seem like he can talk too much himself. Unless he wants to be considered insane and dragged to a mental institution.

“Where is the pellet? Not visible.”

“Yes have been eaten, lah, Arsenio.” Hehe. Excuse me. But talking to herself was fun, so it wasn't easy for Anara to stop.

“Commonly, dong. I'm just nanya.”

“Ya—astaga!” Anara was furthest, reflexively pulling herself back when suddenly the figure of Arsenio was already crouching right next to her. Fortunately, Anara's hand quickly held back, otherwise she would have been thrown into the fish pond. “What are you doing?!”

“Dih,” Arsenio raised eleven of her eyebrows. “Apaan, anyway? Don't be surprised, I've been talking and you also answered continuously.”

“Hah?” but that's what came out of Anara's lips. Well, totally out of sync.

“Hah heh hoh! Weird, lo!” Anara was no longer surprised when she saw Arsenio standing up instead, instead helping to calm herself from the shock.

Since no one helped, Anara finally got up with her own efforts. With a small grumble, he patted his shorts on the butt because it was definitely there dirty hit the ground.

“You're home yet? Shrimp meet kangen same Olin?” asked Anara, while picking up a bottle containing fish pellets that were still lying on the grass.

“Know where you are if I'm out of Olin?” Anara finds Arsenio staring at herself with a probing highlight.

Hadeh... What kind of question, anyway, is that? How could Arsenio think of asking such a question? Isn't the answer obvious? Where else would he go if not to meet his girlfriend?

However, Anara decided not to answer. Instead, he brought up something else to shift the topic. “Mother 'don't get here.” Anara. Although it does not seem to care much, but who knows Arsenio is actually quite curious, right?

Oh, Anara would probably cancel her earlier remark. Since Arsenio is quite annoying this time, he will just leak to the man the reason why Mother did not come to visit. Only if he really asked 'why'.

“Why?” and, real men ask.

“I asked for.”

Not satisfied with the answer Anara gave, Arsenio clucked. “Ya why? What's reason?” ask again with a little more effort.

“Let's not dizzy thinking of the answer if your Mother is going anywhere again. Anyway, I'm lazy to be homelin with you if later Mother calls for you to go home.” For a week, it seemed to be the first protest sentence that Anara successfully hurled at Arsenio. And seeing from the sour look on Arsenio's face, Anara knew her attitude like this made the man unhappy. But what can I do? Already been.

“You've eaten?” anara asked pleasantries as Arsenio did not speak after a while.

As usual, his mainstay sentence appeared as an answer. A sentence reads, “Not a lo.” affair With the same intonation and tone of voice as before.

Once again, Anara did not have time to feel hurt. So, he just let the sentence go into the right ear and then out of the left ear. After that, Anara moved on. The sun was starting to not shake. If he stays here longer, he'll just end up hurting himself.

But before her feet reached the back door, Anara decided to stop for a while. Just to turn towards Arsenio who was still in place and said, “If you have not eaten, I was cooking shrimp balado. Eat it if you want.” Then turn around and continue.

“Eating is up, not eating is also up.” That's what Anara's lips said in a very slow voice. But it was different from what was really in his heart. Where he hoped, at least Arsenio was not that hateful towards him to the point of not wanting to taste what he had already painstakingly cooked.

For Anara, not being loved by Arsenio is okay. Don't hate it, that's enough.

Seriate