Mama For Mikaela

THIRTY SEVEN

Three days before the wedding, Segara was more preoccupied with a lot of work in the office. Wanting to take 2 days off, Adella arbitrarily crammed it with various kinds of contract files that must be signed, as well as some other files that she must review before being approved.

Ha... If Adella had known that the reason she was on leave was to have a wedding, would she have been a little kind?

Segara took off the reading glasses he was wearing, put them on the table with a slight movement slammed—saking his regret because his work seemed not finished. Then, he lowered his head, closing his eyes and massaging the base of his nose to relieve dizziness that never goes away.

During these few days, he always came home late at night. Always more than 11 hours, where it certainly affects his messy sleep hours and the performance of his brain that decreases drastically due to lack of rest.

Not that he is a typical complainer, but the office job that requires him to sit for a long time behind the desk, researching countless files like this is actually not his passion. If he could choose, he would rather spend his time at home, taking care of Micah while doing remote work that he could do anywhere, anytime.

“Who often says being the boss is good? Here, we're fighting.” The challenge, I don't know who.

The moment in which he raised his head back and slowly opened his eyes, the phone he had placed on the end of the table clinked, voicing a notification ring sign of an incoming message. Lazily, Segara grabbed his phone to check who was interrupting his activities now, at half-time 12 pm.

Arkana's name appeared on the screen, but that was not what later caused a frown on Segara's forehead, but the fact that the young man sent more than 2 messages that strapped like the soldiers' hot bullets. Did the notification stop after 5 or 6 times? I don't know, Segara was not that fad to calculate exactly how many messages Arkana sent.

After breathing out in a dramatic way, as if only by just his life officially ended, Segara opened the messages that Arkana sent. And just like that, his sadness increased a lot.

Ignoring Arkana's characteristic features, Segara moved two of his fingers to pinch the screen, enlarging the image of Micah that Arkana had just sent.

Not felt, really Segara did not realize that his daughter had grown bigger, strands of hair was also getting longer and it was time to cut a little so as not to be too tangled in the morning.

“Our son is big, Ren.” Never absent, whatever he said about Michaela, he must always carry the name Karenina in it. If so, the fact that he would remarry in the next three days was completely forgotten. Because again his longing for Karenina is burning without being prevented.

As if not satisfied just by looking at the photo Micah that Arkana sent, Segara dialed his sister-in-law's number, about to hear the clear voice of his daughter directly.

Of course, it didn't take long to get her phone connected because she knew Arkana was still on standby.

“Mana Micah?” ask her directly to the point. Oh, obviously, he would not mince words asking how Arkana was doing, whether the young man had dinner, or whether there was any difficulty that the young man had gone through while looking after Micah all day. No, their fraternal relationship has never been that romantic. Or perhaps, rather, the way they convey care never comes from such things.

“Transfer me first, do not need much, 50 million aja, then I love you talk to Micah.”

Segara turned the eyeballs off guard. The next day, he would retaliate with insults, accusing Arkana of being materialistic for selling his own nephew's name. But tonight, when his feelings were not at all in good order, he chose not to. “Later I transfer, game, where Micah.” Finally, he chose to say that.

The voice that then greeted Segara from the other end of the phone was Micah, completely swallowing the faint-sounding grunts behind him. “Daddy when to go home?” ask the boy in his slightly hoarse voice.

“May Daddy come home. Micah why wake up, hmmm? Nightmare?” while waiting for Micah to answer, Segara decided to clean up the rest of his work, then moved to turn off the air conditioner and lights.

“Nothing, just waking up. Daddy's coming home, Micah wait. If Daddy doesn't come home, Micah won't be able to sleep again.”

“Yes, Honey, Daddy's coming home now. What do you want Daddy to bring?”

“Not want anything, want Daddy to come home aja.”

“Ya already, yes. Wait Daddy, yes.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Neither need to speed. This child lo his eyes are full battery again, do not be afraid of being left to sleep with him.” After a long silence, Arkana again interjected.

“Iya, baubles. Yes already, I'm on the road now.”

“Iye.”

After the phone closed, Segara walked quickly out of his study. The office was completely deserted, only he and the security guard were on patrol every half hour. Yeah, think to yourself, who would be overtime until midnight like this?

Segara was in a hurry, but strangely, he chose to go down the emergency stairs instead of using the elevator. According to him, using stairs not only can help him move more after a day struggling in the work chair, but it also helps to unravel her tangled mind because she can walk while counting how many steps she goes through. Some kind of distraction, you name it.

Arriving in the car, when he was about to start the engine, his movement actually stopped when he found a sparkling object that fell right near his left foot. The condition of the car was dark, so the sparkle of the object was clearly immediately made Segara's attention stolen.

One country then slightly bent over, grabbed the object (which turned out to be a ring) and stared at it long enough. Who does this ring belong to? Why is it in his car? Since when was it here, and... Is the owner not confused looking?

For a while, Segara was only fixated on the small object in his hand. His brain had already been squeezed all out to finish the job so to digest a few more things, he became troubled.

In fact, if the brain is in normal condition, it will not be difficult to find who the owner of the ring. How many women has he been driving in his car? At best it's just Mama and, ah, Miss Lana! She also got into her car a few days ago.

Segara watched the ring he held more carefully, while trying to remember who among Mama or Miss Lana who might be the owner of the ring. But because basically he was never as detailed as that to pay attention to what other people wear, he decided to give up in the middle of the road, lazy to guess who the real owner of the object.

The ring he found was then inserted into the pocket of the shirt, then he rushed to start the engine and stepped on the gas pedal. It's late, there's still tomorrow to find out who owns the ring and find time to return it. Today, going home is more important, because there is Michaela waiting for him at home.

Seriate