Mama For Mikaela

NINETEEN

The sky was already completely dark when Lana took Micah to the front gate. The other kids had already been picked up since an hour ago, but because Grace had told him that Micah would be picked up an hour later than his other friends, he said, so he could only nod his head and obey when Grace entrusted Micah to him.

All the staff have gone home, Grace also resigned three hours early because there is another more urgent business to do. Be in this daycare only left him, Micah and two security officers who just changed shifts with the two security officers who previously.

Lana invites Micah to sit on the waiting bench on the front porch of the daycare building. The boy, according to him, sat down while chewing on the cookies he had given him earlier. Unlike most children who would sit impatiently if their parents were late to pick up, Micah seemed too calm. The little girl was not even fussy at all asking when her father would come to pick her up and just sat quietly, waiting patiently.

This whole day, Micah hasn't acted much either. She was active and cheerful, but the liveliness and cheerfulness were strangely not giving her a headache at all. For some reason, Micah seemed like he was good at self-control. He does not fuss with other friends when fighting over toys. With a big smile, the boy would give in and let his friend play before him. Micah was also found several times lending a personal toy that he brought from home, no object when the toy was passed from one friend to another.

She felt that Micah was too old for a child of her age.

I don't know how many twelve minutes they spent, but Micah's father showed no sign of his presence at all. Lana also couldn't do much because Grace didn't give her a phone number to call. Earlier during the retreat, the woman seemed to be in a hurry so that Lana also did not have the opportunity to ask this.

Now, Lana can only surrender to accompany Micah until this child is picked up. Which I don't know until when.

"Miss, man,"

Lana turned to Micah as the pure little voice chanted her name. He smiled faintly as he found Micah looking at him with his round eyes still looking excited.

"Why, Micah?" tanyakanya. His fingers moved slowly rubbing the cookie crumbs that littered the corners of Micah's lips.

"Sorry, yeah." Micah said suddenly, making Lana frown. Why is this kid suddenly apologizing to him? Though all day Micah has been a good girl who does not bother others.

"Sorry for what?"

"Because Daddy's late to pick up. Miss should have gone home like everyone else, but because Daddy was late to pick her up, Miss came home late."

Lana was completely at a loss for words when she heard Micah's words. Even from the way she spoke, Micah did not seem like a 4-year-old in general. Micah's older sides began to ask questions to Lana's head, about what kind of figure Micah's parents were so they could educate Micah to be this mature child.

Then no more conversations happened. Micah looked down, busy looking at the pair of shoes that wrapped his little legs that were now being swung around. While Lana raised her gaze to the front gate, on two figures of security officers who stood firm with an ever-vigilant view.

Then his gaze shifted, slightly looking up to look at the seemingly desolate sky without a sprinkling of stars. The wind blew quite fiercely when Lana decided to stand up, moving a little closer to the front yard as the scent of rain came to her sense of smell.

Anxious gurgles were clearly imprinted on his face when in the thick of the sky above, lightning suddenly came to snatch, followed by thunder that boomed that made him sure the rain would come soon.

Lana bit her lower lip to alleviate the anxiety when the drops of rain began to fall and in an instant turned into heavy rain. He wanted to immediately turn towards Micah, intending to bring the boy back inside the building as the wind started to blow louder and coldly ambushed quickly.

But he didn't do it. He was pensively standing where he stood, busy assuring himself that everything would be fine. That heavy rain accompanied by lightning was not something to worry about anymore right now. It has been four years, he should have gotten used to this situation. Four years should be enough to make those bad memories no longer find a gap to make him shiver in fear.

But his efforts were in vain as lightning returned to strike with a more thunderous voice. Lana lost, she fell to the floor, busy closing her eyes and ears while trying hard to control her crazy heartbeat. Flashes of memory from four years ago again say hello, crammed into the head to make it dizzy instead of playing.

Rain, lightning, the squeaking of car tires, the rancid smell of blood and the sirens of ambulances alternately came into his memory, making the dizziness on the head worse.

Lana's body shook violently. A sweat poured down her temples and her stomach began to feel nauseous. His head was getting dizzy, until it felt like he would lose consciousness in a moment.

And he might actually faint if his shoulders were not held tightly by the big hands of someone he did not know who. Lana was too frightened, not daring to open her eyes to check who was trying to calm her down right now.

In the middle of the eternal, Lana could still hear Micah's voice that felt close to her ear. Thanks to that clear voice, he had a little courage to open his eyes.

And when her eyes opened, Lana did not know why her cries broke for a moment when she found a foreign man crouching before her, holding his shoulders tightly while casting a gaze that was too difficult to translate. Next to the man, Micah crouched down, looking at him with his little hands moving slowly wiping away the tears that fell down his marble cheeks.

Later, Lana doesn't remember what else happened because the real dark greeted. He fell unconscious in the arms of an unknown stranger.

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