Mama For Mikaela

FORTY-ONE

After dawn, Lana woke up from sleep, a little jolted when she found Segara's big palm cupping hers which was on top of Michaela's stomach. It seemed, they had inadvertently touched each other in their sleep when they were both trying to hug Micah.

Slowly, Lana pulled her hand, perhaps causing a little noise so as not to wake Segara and Micah who were still asleep. Lana's legs were then swung towards the bathroom, she was silent for quite a while in front of the glass above the sink, looking at her reflection. Satisfied daydreaming, he turned on the tap, cupped water then washed it to the face to help him wake up faster. Not to forget, he also took a toothbrush and toothpaste, as well as clean his teeth carefully.

Finished business in the bathroom, Lana returned to the room. He walked into the closet, only to pluck a piece of dark brown cardigan to warm his body wrapped in a nightgown. After that, he took his wallet and cell phone, then came out of the room with a sagging step, still trying not to make a noise.

All the lights in the house are out. Good in the kitchen, the living room, even though. Lana doesn't like the dark, but since this isn't her home, she can't protest. Patiently, he turned on one lamp in the living room, just so he could walk properly without the risk of tripping over. Turning on one lamp when the morning is almost before should not make Segara objection, right?

Lana's steps continued to swing, until now she was outside the house and was preparing to open a fence that towered in front. Fortunately, the iron fence did not make a rowdy sound as he pushed to the right so that he could escape easily without any feelings of worry.

From the gate, Lana still continued to walk, down the streets of the complex that was still quiet until she reached the guard post at the front gate. He took the time to throw a smile at a security guard, then covered out of the gate of the complex and stopped by the roadside, waiting for the online taxi he had ordered during his trip here.

About 5 minutes waiting, the online taxi he ordered finally arrived. He breathed a sigh of relief because the driver of the online motorcycle was still quite young and the motor he used was a motor matic, not a typical big motor that would make it difficult for him to ride.

“With Kak Lana, right?” ask the driver of the online motorcycle taxi that Lana estimates is only in his early 20s.

Lana nodded while smiling. Then the helmet offered by the driver of the online motorcycle taxi he reached and immediately worn. After making sure Lana was riding safely in the back seat, the motor was traveling at medium speed.

During the trip, neither Lana nor the driver of the online motorcycle taxi talked to each other. Lana herself is indeed typical of being more silent when meeting strangers, while the driver of an online motorcycle taxi does not seem to be a typical person who is good at small talk as well.

The purpose of Lana go early in the morning like this is a traditional market which is only 15 minutes away from the Segara housing complex. She was about to go shopping, fulfilling her obligations as a housewife even though Segara would not demand her to do anything.

The motor stopped speeding, Lana immediately went down while close the cardigan she was wearing. Not to forget, he said thanks to the driver of the online motorcycle taxi that had delivered him to the destination safely and safely.

After that, Lana continued her steps, joining the people who were busy choosing groceries. Although the title is a traditional pasr, but the conditions here are far from seedy. The floor has been cast, stalls are built with a solid wall foundation, not just a wooden building that will collapse if exposed to strong winds. Cleanliness is also maintained, garbage is collected away from the location of the stall so there is no such thing as a bad smell. If the fishy smell that comes out of the meat and fresh fish sold anyway, it is common.

The first destination Lana visited was a vegetable stall. There, he chose several kinds of green vegetables such as broccoli, spinach and friends. Then, he shifted again to the meat stall. Shifting again to the kitchen spice stall and so on until now there are three large grocery bags in hand.

A bit tired, but Lana still swings her steps cheerfully. It was in his head that he was about to cook for breakfast this morning.

Because of the groceries he brought quite a lot, Lana finally decided to book a taxi online, not anymore as ojek as she did when she left earlier.

The online taxi he ordered arrived just a few minutes later. A male driver in her 40s quickly helped Lana put her groceries in the trunk, then opened the passenger door so that Lana could sit comfortably.

Unlike the online taxi driver, this online taxi driver speaks more. Maybe because it's the fathers, his experience on the road is more so that there are just questions thrown to passengers. Lana did not mind to answer because after all what was asked was still about reasonable things, not typical questions that are personal.

When the taxi stopped speeding and parked in front of the gate of the Segara house, the sun had started to appear slightly from the eastern horizon. Lana again thanked the online taxi driver who was pleased to bring his groceries to the front of the fence. Then after the taxi passed, Lana carried the three bags of shopping that was quite heavy alone.

It was a bit of a real distress when he had to open the main door when his two hands were full, but Lana kept working on it so that now he could walk freely into the house.

One thing Lana first discovered when her steps began to swing towards the living room was the existence of Segara, where the man was walking down the stairs with a pillow face and slightly disheveled hair. As their gazes met, Lana saw the man stopping his steps on the third rung from below.

Then when Segara continued his delayed steps and walked up to him, then Lana felt her legs could be moved back.

Without saying anything, the three shopping bags that were in Lana's hands were seized by Segara, brought into a grasp that was sturdier than the ones of the women.

“Let me alone, Sir.” Lana was about to reclaim the bag, but Segara refused.

“I aja.” Said the man, then walked into the kitchen. Lana had no choice but to tail, understandingly pressing the switch to turn on the kitchen lights because Segara's full hands couldn't do it.

“Miss Lana to market alone?” Segara asked after putting three bags of groceries on the pantry. He turned around, looking at Lana who was standing near the dining table.

Lana replied, “Iya.” Then walk towards the pantry, in an instant drowned in the activity of sorting out the food he had bought.

“Why not wake me up so I can take Miss?”

“Nothing, Sir, I can do it myself.” Lana paused for a moment from her activities to pull out food from the bag, only to turn to Segara while she smiled a thin smile. “Pak Segara need what? Can I make some tea? A coffee? Or—“

“I just want to take water.” Cut Segara, then he walks towards the fridge. After getting the water she wanted, she again walked closer to Lana. “I don't drink tea or coffee, so Miss don't have to bother.” Its effects.

Lana nodded in understanding. Okay, that'll be him taking good notes inside the head. Then, Lana resumed her activities, letting Segara stand by her side while chugging his water.

For a moment, there was only silence surrounding the two. Segara did not take his eyes off Lana who looked so deftly cleaning meat and vegetables. Then before he became more immersed in the useless activities, Segara withdrew back to the conscious.

The half-empty bottle of mineral water Segara put on the dining table, then he walked closer to Lana's side while rolling his sleeves up to the elbow. “Miss Lana want to cook what? Let's help.” Her speech. It was not an offer, but really something he would do. So she wouldn't expect Lana to make small talk by saying “I can be alone.” like the woman said before.

“Broccoli chicken teriyaki and sausage eggs. But if Mr. Segara has a menu to eat, I can make, as long as the ingredients are available, it does not matter.”

“We cook as Miss Lana wants.”

The two of them finally worked together to prepare the ingredients to be cooked. Segara weeds vegetables, Lana prepares seasonings. Anyway, seen in plain view, they already look like a couple in general.

At least, that's what's seen in Arkana's eyes. The young man stood at the boundary between the living room and the kitchen, resuscitating his shoulders at the perimeter with his hands folded in front of his chest and a thin smile that gradually widened.

It may sound strange, but he feels happy to see Segara finally be able to interact with others, not only always crying over the departure of Karenina who has been years passed.

“Kak, please love your blessing so that your husband can fall in love again. He has the right to continue life, entitled to be happy with people who can really make him fall in love exactly like he fell in love with you first.” Whisper Arkana inwardly, then she passes away, letting Segara enjoy his time with Lana. Letting the man permeate his own feelings, until later he realized that his love still left a lot to give to others, did not stop at Karenina as he always said to everyone.

Seriate