Poison of Love Arsenio
A Buried Photo

Arsenio was stunned after ending her call with Praya. He chose silence and played the latest phone that Anggraini bought shortly after he was found. He didn't care about Winona's probing gaze sitting right next to him. Semetara Indah looks wrong and all wrong, especially in front of her best friend.

“Who is he, Sen?” ask Winona at the end. He could no longer hold back the curiosity in a heart that continued to rebel.

Arsenio turned her head for a moment, then looked back to the front, at the flow of traffic they passed. “Pray. He's the sister of Binar, the girl who saved me,” she replied later. While Indah who sat in the back seat, wanted to chim in and ask. However, he paused when he saw the sharp Winona staring at Arsenio.

“You what is he? Request money?” ask Winona again in a tinge.

Arsenio laughed cynically, then shook her head slowly. “Why is it on most people's minds only about money and money?” insinuations.

“Then, why did he contact you if it wasn't a matter of money?” Winona was still with her thoughts.

“You don't need to know, because that obviously has nothing to do with money,” stressed Arsenio. He remained silent for the rest of his journey to the airport. His eyes glared out the car window while imagining the beautiful face of Binar. Plain face without makeup polish that looks so fresh in his eyes. “Binar,” deed unconsciously. Of course Winona and Beautiful heard clearly the name came out from the thin lips of Arsenio.

“Jeez, another new woman apparently. As long as we're together, how many are out there besides Beautiful and Ghea, Sen?” cynical and sharp question Winona, seemed to hit the heart of Beautiful until she had trouble breathing for a while.

“You misunderstood, Win,” argued Beautiful with a doubtful tone.

“No need to cover up again. I've heard everything. You two are the same. Equally asshole! I did not expect at all .…” Winona clenched her hands tightly. If only he were currently in the room, it was certain that all sorts of objects nearby would drift everywhere.

“It seems yes,” said Arsenio softly, making the two beautiful women speechless and turning to him simultaneously. “If I hear from your stories and the past flashes that go into my head, it seems like I am a jerk,”.

“I'm sorry if my actions in the past hurt you, Win,” Arsenio said again while turning her attention to Winona. He looked at the woman closely. “I don't remember at all and don't know what I was thinking back then,”.

“Binar,” Arsenio calls that name again. “Either can he accept my very bad past,” he murmured softly.

“Only I can accept your situation, Sen. Good, bad, everybody. Only I can,” said Winona full of confidence.

"Beautiful not necessarily. There was nothing to be trusted about him anymore. Friends only he betrayed,” said Winona confidently. Those pretty round eyes were shining sharply towards the silent, non-wrinkle beautiful. The girl who likes to dress sexy avoids Winona's gaze, then lowers her face.

There was no more conversation until they arrived at the airport, even when they all managed to check in and had to wait in the lounge. Arsenio, Indah, and Winona were silent and dissolved in their own minds, until a call from the crew rang and required them to enter the cabin. They then sat in the first-class seats, as Orggraini had ordered.

The time has shown at nine o'clock just when the plane they were riding landed at Adisutjipto airport, Yogyakarta. Of the five of them, only Anggraini and Lievin alone showed cheerful faces. While Arsenio, Indah and Winona remained on their silent attitude.

Arsenio smiled slightly when from a distance Chand was seen with some of his employees were already on standby to welcome them. The employees immediately brought Arsenio's belongings and luggage, then carried them to two vehicles that were ready in the airport parking area.

Suddenly, an idea came to Arsenio's mind to search for the existence of Binar with the help of Chand. It seemed, the man was truly reliable. “We stay at your house, ‘kan?” asked Arsenio shortly after shaking hands with Chand.

Everyone around him looked at Arsenio in surprise, including Chand. “Why? Is there anything strange?” the bright brown-eyed man frowned.

“We're friends, ‘kan?” Arsenio pointed her index finger at Chand before pointing back at him.

“Ya, but ... you prefer to stay in your subscription hotel suite room,” replied Chand.

“Take my old self that died along with the accident that hit me at that time,” Arsenio said as she wrapped her hands around Chand's shoulder. “There is still room for me, ‘kan?” ask him familiarly.

“Take it easy, Sen. The distance of my extended family house is all close together. So, no one stays at home. “The rooms in my house are empty. Surely fit for all of you,” welcome Chand warmly.

“Good then,” reply Arsenio while patting Chand's shoulder full of familiarity, then pulling him slowly. She drags her best friend away from her parents and Winona and Beautiful. The two men now walked slightly ahead in front. “Later tonight, I want to chat with you. Don't sleep yet, yes,” whispered Arsenio.

“Sure,” replied Chand while linking eyebrows. Millions of questions and curiosity have plagued the minds of men who will soon bear the status of the widower. However, he did not want to ask Arsenio any further, until their party arrived at the luxurious residence of Chand.

Arsenio herself chose to immediately enter the room that had been reserved for her. After cleaning himself and arranging his belongings, he again contacted Praya. Arsenio did not care even though the time had shown at half eleven o'clock in the evening. Inwardly, the brunettes hoped that Praya would immediately answer the call from him.

Arsenio's hopes were granted. After the third dial, Praya picked up the phone from him. The child's voice sounded so weak and raucous, a sign that the boy had woken up from sleep. “Sorry to bother you at night, Yes. I just wanted to ask for your sister's latest photo. I will try to find him from here,” said Arsenio.

“OK, mister,” Praya replied before ending her call.

Not long after, Arsenio's phone rang again. A message came in from Praya which was immediately opened by him. There is a picture of Binar who is wearing a typical Balinese kebaya with a slightly thick makeup polish filling the screen. It looks like Praya took the picture from the graduation photo displayed on the wall of the room Binar.

Arsenio smiled warmly. His longing was slightly treated with the photo. He then rushed out of the room and half ran towards Chand's room. Arriving there, Arsenio knocked on the door of his best friend's room with a little tight. “Chand, haven't slept, ‘kan?” call him.

“Iya,” exciting Chand from the inside. That night, Chand had actually gotten into bed. The widower is used to sleeping without wearing clothes. However, when he heard Arsenio's voice, Chand rushed to snatch a short-sleeved t-shirt that was placed just at the end of the bed. Chand then wears the shirt in front of the mirror.

Chand's athletic body is now covered, as is the not-so-big Ganesha symbol tattoo on his back. For Chand, the tattoo has a special meaning that symbolizes fortitude, patience, and also prosperity. In addition, since long time ago he was interested in Indian culture, which is the ancestral culture of the mother.

After getting dressed, Chand then tidied his hair. When finished, Chand immediately opened the door of his room wide for Arsenio. “How, Sen?” he asked, letting the man in.

“About that earlier. I need your help,” pinta Arsenio without further ado.

"Oh sure. What can I do for you?" ask Chand. He invited Arsenio to sit on a chair not far from his bed.

“Begini, you still remember ‘kan with the girl who helped and took care when I was in an accident in Bali? He's the one I told you about when you first found me" explained Arsenio. There was a spirit that was seen when he was about to tell Chand.

“Iya. Why is it, Sen?” Chand asked back.

“Help me to find the girl. He's gone from home. While the girl's family also lost contact with her,” Arsenio said as she showed a slightly blurry photo of Binar to Chand.