Mama For Mikaela
TWENTY-THREE
“What the—“ Arkana held back her curse because consciously beside her was still Micah.
Currently, they—Arkana, Micah and Segara—sedang are in a cafe near the house of Segara. He deliberately turned the wheel here, waiting for Segara to come after because the man had promised to take Micah for a walk and the boy did not want to be invited home before his father came.
The procession of picking up the child from daycare is also quite draining and lasts quite hard. Micah insisted on not going home if not his father who picked him up, making Arkana forced to make up for Miss Lana to be willing to help her persuade the child to be invited home.
During this time, Arkana knew Micah as a sweet child who was not fussy and demanding. So to be honest he was a bit overwhelmed when just knowing Micah turned into a reog, tantrum did not want to obey his orders.
Luckily, Miss Lana was quite good at attracting the boy, so she managed to bring Micah home even though on the way the little drama was still going on.
Not long ago, Segara joined them. It might have been about 10 minutes, and the man had already come with news that made Arkana again feel a headache.
The past problems, about the fall of Damian and the terror sent through Rudi, have not been solved. And now, there was another problem that felt even more annoying.
A long time ago, Arkana knew how Segara wanted his personal life to be awake. Out of everyone, he was probably the only one who understood best how much the man did not like any stranger trying to break into his personal realm.
“The culprit has met?” Arkana asked after successfully lowering her tension a little. Thought briefly Micah who was eating his red velvet, then looked back at Segara. “From which division?”
“Bayu said his IP address from the marketing division space, but to know who the perpetrator is certainly not easy. Can the person deliberately use another computer, so that he himself remains safe, right?”
“Terus, how are you going now?”
Segara grabbed his Americano ice, then sipped it a little before answering Arkana's question. “For now, I can only try so that similar events do not happen again.”
“How?” ask Arkana.
“Gue has asked Bayu to make a scheme so that anything that will be uploaded to the official website of the office first gets to me. From there, I will have the authority to let the upload remain created or not.”
“Introduce.”
Segara nodded. “Clearly. Because that means I have to pantengin all prospective uploads that can be hundreds in a day. But, what else? That's all I can do now. Free also nyari perpus kemampus, because the edges I also would lose.”
Arkana clenched her hands on her lap. For whatever reason, he's upset right now. Why was it not a day that this brother-in-law and nephew were left to live a quiet life? Why are there people who lack work that hobbies interfere with their lives?
“I swear, I'm a misuh-misuh now.” Snarled. If there was no Micah at this time, it would have been all sorts of swearing he let out. From A to Z, even the entire contents of the zoo can be absent one by one. “Gue is very upset, Ga. No lie.”
Segara said nothing. The man just took a sip back his Americano ice that almost felt like water because the ice in it had almost all melted, shedding the thick espresso that was originally dominating.
The quiet atmosphere of the cafe seems to support their inertia continues longer. Micah was engrossed in his seemingly inexhaustible red velvet, Segara with fresh Americano ice, while Arkana with turmoil wanted to curse that eventually could no longer be held back.
Every weekend, Segara always gives Micah relief so that the little girl can watch her favorite cartoon series up to an hour longer than usual.
Micah will always welcome it with joy, not even infrequently the child will ask for additional time.
But tonight, Segara feels there is something else with his daughter. Micah does not look interested in the television screen that shows scenes in his favorite cartoon series. Occasionally, the child will even look down, playing his own toes.
In fact, Segara had been kissing Micah's strange gelagat since their return from the cafe. Unlike usual, the boy was more silent.
“Mikha,” call Segara slowly. It had been almost half an hour that Micah had behaved so, so he decided to ask. “What's up?”
Micah raised his head. The boy's round eyes looked straight at Segara. Then instead of answering, the boy shuffled, laying his head on Segara's thigh.
“Hey, what happened?” ask Segara to start panicking. His big hand reflexively touched Micah's forehead, checking that the boy was not feeling well. But Micah had no fever. His body temperature is normal, even tends to be slightly cooler due to exposure to air conditioner.
“Answer me?” tagih Segara, but still the boy did not want to say anything. His small index even guerrilla, drawing random patterns in the calf of the father who barely covered with feathers like men in general.
“Mikha, you won't make Daddy talk alone until later, right?” anxious, Segara finally lifted Micah's body and he carried it on his lap. “Answer me, you why?”
The one asked still did not answer. In fact, a random pattern that was originally drawn on Segara's calf, now moved to the man's chest. The country can't do much. Realizing he could not force Micah to speak, he went back to silence, letting the boy do what he wanted until he was willing to open his voice by himself.
One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Segara began to lose count at a time when the random patterns that Micah drew using his fingers widened everywhere. Now not only on his chest, the boy also formed that pattern on his stomach, arms, and even collarbone.
Until finally, the tiny index finger stopped, right on the left chest of Segara.
“Daddy.
“Yes, Honey. Why?” ask Segara gently. He noticed how the tiny head before him was slowly raised until their gazes met. “Tell. Daddy all ears.”
For some time, Micah still said nothing. Neither did the Segara force. He just patiently waited for the boy to open his mouth. Perhaps, Micah was just trying to find the most fitting word equivalent to convey his wishes. Segara will be understood, because as an adult, he often experienced it.
However, when the boy finally opened his mouth, Segara felt—for the first time—that it was better for Micah not to talk anything.
“Mikha is a good girl. So, when does Daddy want to give Mommy for Micah?”
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