Poison of Love Arsenio
Price To Pay

Arsenio did not let go of his gaze from the figure of Binar. He felt disbelief that the beautiful girl was already his wife, someone who was expected to be his companion for life. Still ringing in the ears of the handsome man, Hans's words were truly soul-stirring.

I hereby declare you lawful to be husband and wife.

Arsenio took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Back then, he was too happy that his chest felt like it was going to explode.

“Om Hans invites us to eat at his house,” whispered Binar who instantly disperse the man's daydream.

“Oh yes?” Arsenio who had grasped Binar's fingers, just kissed the back of his wife's hand repeatedly.

“So I saw aunt Hilda cooking a lot,” whispered Binar again.

“Maybe this is a sign. For some reason since yesterday my wife made a variety of dishes and cakes,” said Hans who stood not far from Binar. He was talking to Rudolf before. While Vishnu and Praya are busy borrowing Binar's mobile phone. The two children were photographed in front of the church.

“It feels really disrespectful if we reject the generosity of om Hans,” Arsenio said with a big smile.

“Thank God. That way, my wife's cooking will not be wasted. You will definitely be surprised by his expertise in terms of processing foodstuffs,” said Hans proudly.

It is true, both newlywed couple and Vishnu and Praya, they all did not have time to eat lunch due to an impromptu idea from Arsenio. For those of you who rarely eat, it doesn't matter. It is different with Vishnu and Praya. They are now beginning to feel the stomach rumbling.

Grimacing, the two boys approached Binar who was still standing in front of the altar while chatting with the men. “Mbok.” Praya pulled the side of the white dress of Binar, after previously handing over the phone belonging to the brother. The girl immediately turned her ear toward Praya who was about to whisper about something. “I'm hungry,” he said very softly.

Binar smiled and nodded while watching Vishnu who also made the same sign language. “In a moment,” reply with a little lip moving

However, Hans was able to see the two boys. “Ya already then. Come on, let's just go home. Especially now that it's late afternoon. Surely you all have not had lunch,” invite the man who works as a priest earlier. He directed everyone to his house, which was behind the church.

All who were in the church immediately followed Hans cheerfully, especially Vishnu and Praya. While Arsenio chose to walk the very back with Binar. “What did Vishnu document our wedding?” ask Arsenio to make sure.

“Already. They took pictures and recorded videos using your phone, also my phone,” replied Binar with a blush face, because Arsenio continued to look at him intensely. “Why do you keep seeing me like that?” protest the girl who just let go of her bachelor.

“I still feel disbelief .. you and I ..” Arsenio halted her steps, then faced Binar. “My wife,” her sigh is soft while tasting the lips of Binar who is still applying lipstick.

“We have not had time to take photos together,” said Binar, shortly after the lover who had become her husband released the link.

“Oh yes. Almost forgot.” Arsenio laughed, then reached into his expensive phone. He stood behind Binar, then took several photos in various styles. The last photo he took was kissing his wife's lips.

“It turns out completely different taste,” chirps Arsenio later.

“What?” Binar knitted eyebrows in an incomprehensible sign.

“It feels different between kissing a girlfriend with a wife,” replied Arsenio.

“Which difference is where?” Binar laughed crisply while shaking slowly.

“Kissing wife feels much more delicious,” said Arsenio still while holding the phone, with both hands that clutch the slim waist of Binar and glue her body. He kissed again and******* the young girl's lips were much warmer and deeper. Binar closed his eyes while holding his hand on the husband's neck to absorb every touch.

“Gosh!” Vishnu and Praya cried out simultaneously. Vishnu's hand extended to Praya's face to cover his sister's eyes. Praya himself also put his hands before Vishnu's eyes.

Arsenio and Binar could only laugh at the hilarious behavior of his sisters.

“Not yet, Mbok? Mister?” ask Vishnu who still remains in his position. So too with Praya.

“Why do you still call me 'mister'?” Arsenio objected to that name.

“Yes, Mister is a young bule. If old, we call om like Rudolf,” replied Vishnu.

“Now can't. Since I am married to your sister, then you two should also call me ‘kakak’,” protested Arsenio while raising her index finger.

“Iya, Brother. Now Brother Mister and mbok Binar must come to the opa Hans house. We've been starving waiting for you,” sela Praya.

“Yes!' Arsenio patted her forehead. While Binar just laughed amusedly watching it all. Her happiness is growing due to the funny actions of her sisters.

They followed the carefree steps of Vishnu and Praya to Hans' house, which was located right behind the church. The house has the same paint as the church, and also has a large terrace.

Hilda, Hans' wife, served a variety of delicious dishes on a large terrace table and round shape. Vishnu and Praya had already taken seats on the left and right sides of Rudolf. Arsenio chose to sit next to Hans. While his hands still hold the fingers of Binar.

“Come, eat a lot. You cannot go home from here, before all the dishes I prepared run out,” said Hilda excitedly. The middle-aged woman who always looked cheerful and warm was almost the same age as Anggraini. She is a native Dutch woman. Same with Hans, the husband. However, they have lived in Bali for decades.

Binar also seemed familiar with Hilda, although only met in a matter of hours. They talk about a lot of things. Arsenio never saw the face of Binar who looked so happy like that.

The beautiful man is putting on his brown hair. He was so enjoying the beautiful moment that was taking place, where everything felt so perfect even without his parents.

“Ah.” Unknowingly, a slow breath escaped his lips. Arsenio again felt a black cloud hanging in her mind, as she recalled the anger of the Anggraini and Lievin. However, seeing the warmth and joy of everyone at the dinner table earlier, made Arsenio want to share it with her mother. He hoped that Anggraini would also feel the happiness he felt that day.

With a completely unanimous determination, he asked Rudolf for help to photograph the beautiful togetherness. Arsenio thrust her phone at the German man. Rudolf stood up and took some photos from a different angle, then returned the phone he was wearing to Arsenio.

“Danke schon (thank you very much),” he told Rudolf.

“Freut mich (happy),” replied the man while cupping his hands in front of his chest, then sitting back between Vishnu and Praya.

At a time when everyone was chatting excitingly, Arsenio chose to pay attention to each photo of Rudolf's shots. After considering everything in her heart, she decided to send the photos to her mother while writing a few words.

'Hi, ma. I got married to Barin today. Hans married us both. I hope that you will be able to give the best prayer for me and your son-in-law. I love my mom and dad anytime'.

Arsenio's heart pounded as the entire photo was sent. Without waiting for long, Anggraini was seen opening all messages with the status that has been conveyed. The man who had just released his bachelor was pounding waiting for his mother's reply.

One, two ... ten, even up to five minutes passed, there was no reply from Anggraini. The woman's profile picture is no longer visible. Arsenio tried to send one message, but only one tick appeared there.

The bright brown-eyed handsome man took a deep breath, in order to withstand all the turmoil within the chest. He must be aware and begin to learn to be introspective. Is this the price he has to pay for a freedom based on love? On the one hand, a great happiness was present in his life. However, on the other hand Arsenio immediately lost another happiness, namely parents.