Mama For Mikaela

SATU

“Udah two weeks, but his name is still plastered everywhere.” Said a female employee whose eyes were focused on staring at the television screen on the walls of the company cafeteria. There, the figure of their new company leader, Segara Adhitama, was attending the inauguration of the city government building whose construction was handled by their company, Future Plan.

Future Plan is one of the largest construction companies in Jakarta that often collaborates with the government in various development projects. The company, which has stood for 13 years, is headed by Damian Adhitama. However, since a few months ago, Damian's health condition declined so drastically that Segara as a mere child puppet was finally appointed to replace his position while in— time until his condition improved.

Paras Segara is handsome and his skills in overcoming various problems in the company make his name in various media. A lot of people talk about him. Feeling amazed because at his young age—27 years—Segara has been able to lead a large company that employs hundreds of employees. Moreover, it is known that before Segara had never interfered in the affairs of the company. All this time, the public knew only limited Damian had a son who did not want to be published.

Thanks to his ubiquitous name, people also began to be curious about his personal life. They are busy finding out, ranging from educational backgrounds to more personal things such as whether the man already has a lover—or even married.

But, as he was accustomed to not showing his personal life to the general public, not a single piece of information was finally revealed to the public. Segara really keeps his privacy safe. It earned him a new nickname; the handsome and mysterious leader of the company.

“Segara Adhitama, the handsome and mysterious leader of the company. Hmh! There are only news people.” Prawira, another employee joined the voice.

“But Mr Segara is very mysterious, no? Yes, no information about him that can be revealed to the public?” The female employee who had first opened the chat, spoke again. He stared one by one colleagues from one division who joined at the table where he ate.

The round table contained 5 people, 3 women and 2 men. Anesti's view then stopped at a female employee who looked least concerned with their chat, busy eating food while playing a mobile phone.

“In my opinion, we do not deserve to know also about his personal life Mr. Segara. We are here only work, and Mr. Segara context is also work, not want to show off about his personal life.” Comment of a male employee sitting next to Prawira. Doni, name.

“But if it is too closed is also strange, no? Some people are intentionally covered up. What if it turns out that he is actually a crazy psychopath who likes to kill people, keep certain body parts of those people he keeps as souvenirs?” another female employee named Selly. He looked shudder in horror, wiping his arm wrapped in a long-sleeved blouse in a dramatic style.

“Lo mostly watch dramas!” Prawira railed, then shook his head inexhaustibly with the strange thoughts of his co-worker.

“Yes, right, who knows!” Selly sewot. Obviously, he did not accept that his opinion was rejected by Prawira.

“If according to lo, how, Mel?” Anesti suddenly threw the question to the only person who had not commented anything since earlier.

Yang was asked to raise his head, look at Anesti for a while then look back down at his phone. “You are a psychopath or not, it has nothing to do with us. Anyway, what did Doni say. We are here to work for money, not to make a deal of other people's personal lives.” The answer is indifferent.

“Udah deh, meningan hunted up your food. Ten minutes from lunch we're out.” Doni interrupted, deciding to mediate so that the debate about what the real figure of Segara did not widen everywhere.

“Gue first.”

Pamela was already standing up, giving her the astonished gazes of her four co-workers. His food had not been depleted, but he already could not bear being in this kind of situation. It was not that Pamela did not like to hear her co-workers gossip, it was just that the object they were talking about right now had its own place in her heart, and hearing his partner gossip about the man made him uncomfortable.

After leaving the cafeteria, Pamela did not return to her study. He stepped onto the emergency stairs to get on the rooftop. His steps stopped in front of the exit to the rooftop. The dark green door opened slightly, indicating that someone had already walked out of it.

“Ck! Introduction.” Pamela clucked. Wondering who came to this midday rooftop. Though usually no one will want to come to this place other than himself. In addition to the heat, there is also no view of anything that can be enjoyed. Hanging out in the lounge on the 5th floor is definitely more fun than here.

Not wanting to take a headache about who is out there, Pamela continued to move on. But his astonishment only grew as his eyes found an unexpected figure standing behind him. The man who had been the subject of gossip from his coworkers was there.

Segara stood up while propping one arm into the concrete barrier that was as high as an adult stomach, while one arm remained beside the body. There was a cigarette that had not been lit on the sidelines of the man's long fingers.

“Ngapain is here?” pamela asked from three steps behind Segara.

The man turned his head, not looking at all surprised at the presence of Pamela who was quietly settling like a thief. “What are you doing here?” the man asked back. Secretly, he was also busy researching every inch of Pamela's tired face. As if trying to find something there—a confession.

“Mau smoking.” Pamela continued her steps, spending the distance that had originally stretched until now she was standing right beside Segara. Then, he took out a pack of cigarettes from inside the short-sleeved skirt below the knee, pulled a stick and then immediately licked and sucked the twisting of tobacco strongly.

For a long time the smoke that Pamela breathed never exhaled, making Segara look at the woman astonished. Doesn't it feel cramped? Or ... the woman was deliberately wanting to swallow all the smoke until it was gone unceremoniously? But for what? Why must hoard the smoke in the chest, if by removing it can at once help break down the heavy burden that has been borne?

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