Poison of Love Arsenio
The Memory that Returns

Arsenio's bright brown eyes stared outside the walls of her luxurious apartment made of thick glass. The traffic of the capital and the landscape of tall buildings, as far as the eye can see clearly from where it stands. The day after his return to the capital, Anggraini offered to stay at Rainier's residence, or at Arsenio's private apartment that had been unoccupied for days.

Arsenio chose to stay in her apartment. A quiet and quiet place that was suitable for him, when used for contemplation. Arsenio then moved from where she stood. The handsome man again observed every detail of objects displayed in the living room of his apartment. There are several frames that contain portraits of togetherness between him and Winona. The photos adorn the walls of the room. There are no other photos, other than the one containing Winona's face there.

Arsenio turned back to the glass wall and approached again. “I will establish myself to get engaged to Winona, Binar. I don't know if I can see you again or not. Please, give me a little sign. Appear before me before this engagement, as a sign that my choice is wrong,” murmured to speak for itself. He then exhaled a long breath while reaching for the phone stored in his pants pocket.

Arsenio again tried to contact Praya. Several times he tried, always failed to connect. Same with Vishnu's number. “Yes, geez. Where are you guys?” his rest while restoring brownish hair.

Now, Arsenio's fingers move to the Binar contact number that was once given by Praya. Even though he knew that the number he called would never be connected, Arsenio still desperately contacted him. He stopped when his outgoing call was cut off by an incoming call from Winona. “Halo,” greet Arsenio slowly.

“Hai,” reply Winona, “tante Anggraini say that you have moved to apartment yes?” ask him pleasantries.

“Yes so,” replied Arsenio slowly. His tone to Winona was not as cold as yesterday.

“Oh. Goodness.” After saying so, Winona fell silent. So did Arsenio who seemed to not know what to respond to.

“Tadi morning I called Chand. I've asked for his help to organize our engagement party. Maybe you forget that Chand is the owner of the Wedding and Event Organizer who already has a name, as well as being a recommendation for high-profile parties,” explained Winona a moment later after they both fell silent.

“Oh, yes? What other business does he have?” ask Arsenio.

“Many, Sen. He's also a tenacious man. Have a strong commitment and will. Similar you. That's why you guys are friends,” replied Winona.

“So, yes?" Arsenio closed her eyes. A million guilt rained down on his heart. He could have betrayed someone as good as Chand. “Win ...” said suddenly.

“Ya?” Winona's chest thumped as Arsenio called out her name.

“I'll change for the better. If this engagement can make up for all my past mistakes, then I am willing and will fully accept,”. His heart when he said that. It felt as if he had released the figure of Binar without trying to fight for it first. On the one hand, Arsenio still continued to pin her hopes on the innocent young girl. However, on the other hand he also felt heavy over the statement of Anggraini who would not approve of himself with Binar. While he also has to fulfill what has been his commitment with Winona first.

When the two sides of his heart were at war, Arsenio felt intense pain in his head. The longer, the more unbearable the pain. “Aduh,” the man groaned just before his phone slipped from his grasp.

“Sen, you why?” ask Winona. The woman was increasingly wary when she heard a rustling sound like a falling object. “Sen?” call him again when the lover does not answer.

Suddenly it was dark around Arsenio. While his head seemed to be being squeezed by two large stones. There was nothing he could do at that time but hold his head tightly in the hope that his pain would be reduced. Although in reality the pain is getting worse attacking.

Including the incident one afternoon, when he had just spent the afternoon with Ghea in a star hotel. He was about to open the car door in the parking lot of the hotel, when there was one heavy hand that held his motion. Arsenio turned around and found Chand looking at her with such a sharp look. The patient and calm face of the man did not appear at all, because all that was seen was anger. Moreover, at that time Ghea was wrapping her hands in Arsenio's arms.

“Your path, Sen,” furious Chand. “You realize, whose wife you just slept with!” intonation increases. His hands were clenched, as if preparing to put it on Arsenio's handsome face.

The man of Dutch descent was stunned for a moment before being able to master himself. “Ghea herself offered herself to me,” kilah Arsenio lightly, as if there is no burden at all. While Chand's wife was so scared. He stepped slowly, away from the two handsome men who were ready to fight.

“Does that mean you accept all the women who offer themselves to you, Arsenio? Where is your pride? What does our friendship mean, huh!” chand's jolt ends with the hand hovering and targeting Arsenio's pointed nose. He didn't stop beating until his best friend's face was bleeding. However, Arsenio did not remain silent. He's replying to all Chand's attacks. The fight had only ended when several security guards wounded them both.

“Chand,” his Arsenio. His dizziness stopped when the flash of the event ended. His surroundings were suddenly dark, his body felt so light. Then he lost consciousness. I don't know for how long until someone wakes him up.

“MyBuddies ... Arsen.” Anggraini's crying voice forced Arsenio to open her eyes despite the weight. The mother's sad face and the worried look of her father, now surrounded the bed of Arsenio.

“Where is this?” ask her with a raucous voice.

“In hospital. Winona was worried that time felt that there was something strange about you on the phone. He immediately followed up to the apartment and found you passed out on the living room floor,” Liev said.

“Where is Wini now?” ask Arsenio again.

“He's taking care of a thorough check up on your condition, son. Soon she will be here,” Anggraini answers her son's question.

“Why are you, Arsenio? What did you feel before you fainted?” Lievin brought himself closer to Arsenio, who was lying in a drip tube in her left hand.

“How long have I fainted?” Arsenio asked back.

“Nearly twelve hours,” replied Lievin while wiping her son's arm.

“Over time, yes.” Arsenio laughed softly. His feelings became lighter at that time, as all his lost memories, had now returned completely. However, he did not intend to tell that to his parents.

“Please tell Wini, I don't need further inspection, Pa. I've been completely fine.” Arsenio suddenly got up and sat on the bed. He also attempted to pull out the infusion hose roughly.