Mama For Mikaela

TWENTY-FIVE

At the end of the day, all Segara can do is shut up. He let Micah roll on the floor, until he got tired, until he finally fell asleep with Hechi in his arms.

With a very careful movement, Segara lowered Micah's body onto his bed. Every movement he made was really taken into account, so that there was not the slightest chance for him to make the child wake up and restart the snacking action that would somehow end.

For some time, Segara was silent in his sitting position on the edge of the mattress. He saw the deep face of Micah which still has a frown the rest of his scolding action a moment ago. There were countless opportunities when he found this child so stubborn, but this time, he did not know how to stop it.

Married again. It was a thing that never crossed Segara's head, even after many years of Karenina's death. For her, Karenina was her first and last love, the place where her heart fell for the first time and she had spent all the love she had there. Karenina is the dock, which is not only a place to lean, but also the purpose of her return home.

Then again, regret came to pass over his carelessness at Micah's request the other day. He had misjudged Micah, thinking he could find a way out to renege on the promise he had made, when it was clear the path was almost non-existent.

“Why should you suddenly ask mommy anyway, Micah? Why don't you ask for something else, which Daddy can buy with the money Daddy has?” he asked in such a soft voice. Don't know why, but he felt his chest so tight. It was like something was squeezing his chest that made it difficult for him to catch his breath. It felt almost the same as when she drove Karenina to go home to her new home.

“Find a rented wife, Ga.”

And damn, that proposal didn't help. Segara is a realist. He does not believe in such things because more than anything, he knows this life is really a genuine drama.

He would have no fantasies about finding a paid wife, offering a contract letter to sign for several years, making a commitment not to offend each other, he said, then split up and became a complete stranger after the deal was over. No, he didn't have time to build such a complex fantasy.

So, if he just couldn't, why did that thought cross Arkana's head? Though the young man who knew best how much he had fallen for Karenina, how not a single woman in this world was able to draw back his attention after Karenina's death, how his heart has died and buried with the body of the woman for 4 years.

But more than that, Arkana should be the one who knows best that he will not allow any woman to sleep in his bed and Karenina.

In the end, as the night wore on and he could hear the sound of the television tuned so loudly from the direction of the living room, Segara could only sigh deeply before finally getting up from the bed.

Micah pecked his forehead twice, one time only a brief kiss, while the other time he let his lips rest on the boy's forehead for almost ten full seconds. He just wants to transfer his piled up longing, making the most sincere prayer for his only daughter so that tonight there is no nightmare away into the deep sleep of the baby. Also, hopefully tomorrow when the child opens his eyes, the whimper about asking the mother is already lost in the wind.

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Damn, the hope he set for the nights never came true. He realized that now, in front of his eyes, Micah was more willing to be in the arms of Arkana than with him. The stretch of his hand was ignored, and the child seemed to be unaware of its existence.

“Mikha wants to go for a walk.” The boy whines. Again, the whining was for Arkana, not him.

“OK, where do you want to go?” bargain the Om who is always a knight for the boy who sulks at his father.

On the one hand, Segara was happy because it meant he did not have to worry that Micah would be alone. Well, some kind of random thought just in case he died first. He thought Arkana could be a replacement for him. Although she didn't really want to die fast and leave her little daughter alone.

“Ke home Miss Lana.”

Uncoded, Segara and Arkana looked at each other as the name suddenly came out of Micah's lips.

For Segara, the name was still too foreign. The main reason is because he is actually quite difficult to remember the name of another person, especially if the person does not interact too much with him.

As for Arkana, the confusion came because he still remembered very well who the woman whose name Micah mentioned earlier. The incident last afternoon, when the woman fell unconscious in her arms would certainly not be that easy to forget. Especially when she discovered how frightened she was when she first opened her eyes and found herself and Micah staring worriedly at her. For no apparent reason, the woman named Lana suddenly reminded him of the figure of Karenina. So when he saw her sobbing that afternoon, Arkana seemed to feel his sadness.

“Miss Lana?” the voice came from Segara. The frown on his forehead was obvious, because up to the second when he asked, not a single part in his brain had managed to catch who the owner of the name was. She just assumed that it was Miss Micah's name in daycare, but she didn't know for sure which one it was. Because after last catching up with Micah and Arkana, she no longer finds Micah being waited on by anyone other than Grace.

Micah nodded, seemingly forgetting that he was still in sulking mode. So when he remembered it, he no longer looked at Segara, but was immediately turned back toward Arkana. “Miss Lana said, Micah can play at his house if bored. And now, Micah is bored.”

Arkana glanced at Segara once again. Looking around, the man did not seem to know much about the woman they were talking about right now. Seen from the wrinkles on his forehead that never disappeared. “But we have to ask Miss Lana first, whether she is home today or not, and whether she is willing to visit our house. You know, we can't just come to his house even though he has said it's okay.” Arkana said after looking back at Micah who was in his carrier.

“In that case, Om Ar phone Miss Lana now.” The boy's word, like an official order coming down directly from the queen, and as an adjutant, Arkana had no choice but to obey.

But the problem is, he doesn't have the woman's phone number. Their meeting that afternoon was too short, arguably also did not leave a too good impression. So let alone exchanging phone numbers, the possibility that they will meet again was not at all unthinkable for Arkana.

“Om Ar has no phone number Miss Lana.”

And the sentence was greeted by a disappointed cry that was so long. Micah was clearly pouting, pushing back his lips and puffing both his fat cheeks. “Pay.” All four times, the boy sneered, then clenched his lips tightly.

“Try Grace,” Suggest Segara, after so long.

Arkana turned back to him, then seemed to think for a moment. Doesn't it matter if she asks Grace for her contact number? Arkana knew Grace would gladly give it to her, if she really asked for it now. But, would the woman not mind?

“Ar,”

Being pressured continuously by two sides makes Arkana stop from his own inner debate. In the end, she reached into her pants pocket, grabbed her phone and pressed Grace's number.

Hopefully, it's the right decision

Seriate