Mama For Mikaela
FORTY TWO
A bribe of rice almost entered the mouth of Segara, but stopped because the spoon that had not had time to touch the tip of his lips he immediately lowered when he found Rudi running ridge into his house. The teenage boy came with sweat flooding his body, his face pale, his breathing stinged. Behind him, following Arkana who had walked forward to open the door.
Segara got up from the chair, rushed over to Rudi who seemed to be bowing, was adjusting his tired breath.
“He suddenly entered nerobos, I did not have time to prevent.” Adu Arkana, afraid of being overwhelmed by mistakes for letting Rudi enter just like that.
As if to understand, Segara raised his hand, showing the gesture that he understood. Next, dismissing Arkana who still seems to be suspicious of Rudi so much, he moved closer to the teenager then asked in a soft voice, “What's wrong, Rud?”
Rudi raised his head while straightening his back. His breathing still looked lousy, but it was much better than before.
“What's up?” Segara asked again.
“Please me, Mas. Mother ... Mother ...” Rudi's voice dashed, her eyes look watery, about to cry.
“Your mother why? Try to say to me, slowly aja.” Segara tried to calm down. Then he turned to the dining table, intending to ask Lana for help to bring water to drink when in fact the woman was already galloping towards him, bringing a glass of water that he had not even had time to ask for. “Thank you,” he said to Lana, then extended the glass to Rudi.
“This, drink first.”
Rudi received the glass, drank the water in it until it was completely toilet, then he looked back at Segara. Coinciding with the gazes of those who met, the teenager's tears shed, he actually cried. “Mother, Mas. Mom passed out in the bathroom. I .. I don't know what to do. Please, Mas.”
Hearing that, without a second thought, Segara immediately pulled Rudi's arm, inviting him to hurry. “Ar, ready for the car!” his orders to Arkana as long as his steps had swung with Rudi.
Arkana has no choice but to. So he immediately ran up to the second floor to pick up his car keys.
Meanwhile, all that was left at the dining table were Lana and Micah, who both still did not understand what was going on. They were preparing for breakfast when the bell at the front door rang. Arkana volunteered to open the door, and this is what happened.
“Mommy...” call Micah.
Lana who was initially fixated on Segara's departure while trying to digest the situation turned around and quickly returned to Micah's side. “Ya, Dear?”
“What's up?” ask the boy.
Lana could only shake her head, because she still did not understand anything.
Before long, Arkana returned, already carrying the car keys and wearing a jacket. His wide swinging steps were braked, only to say, “Miss Lana same Micah continued only breakfast, I was the same Segara came out first for a while.” Then it passed just like that, running after Segara who had somehow been where.
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“Patient has a heart attack, lucky his life can still be helped because it was taken to the hospital at the right time. Because if a little late, the patient's life can not survive.”
The doctor's words made Rudi's body fall to the floor. He leaned against the cold walls of the hospital, his heart was tight, his eyes were already flooded with tears.
This morning, when they were supposed to have breakfast together, Rudi instead found her mother lying helplessly on the bathroom floor of their home. Even though before he lived to buy rice sitting in the front alley, his mother still looked fine. They even had time to joke together, like the routine they do every day.
“Nothing, your mom is fine.” Rudi felt his shoulder rubbed repeatedly. There is no need to raise his head to know that the owner of the big hand is Segara, a person whose life he had time to be usurped even though not of his own volition.
Actually, Rudi hesitated when he was about to run to Segara's house earlier. Given what he had done to the lekaki in the past, he had doubts that Segara would be willing to help him. But look now, not only did he help bring his mother to the hospital to get help, he even tried to calm himself down. If you want, the man can be indifferent.
The attitude of Segara that actually makes the cry of Rudi increasingly broken. Guilt gnaws up to the heart, making it feel like dying and almost dying.
“Nangis as much as you, Rud, it's okay. But after this, you cannot look sad in front of your mother. Okay?”
Rudi still did not reply, he was busy crying. The more tears fell, the more his chest felt tight and his eyes blurred. As for Segara, he could do nothing but patiently wait for the teenager to finish his crying.
Arkana glanced at Rudi who was still sobbing, then he exhaled a rough breath. “Call me if you want to be picked up.” Said the man, then rushed away after finding Segara nodding.
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At 12 noon, the sun shines right overhead, making anyone reluctant to wander outside and prefer to crouch inside the house, be tolerant on a cold floor while setting the air conditioner at the lowest temperature.
However, that was not the case for Lana. As if he did not care how the sunlight violently stung his skin, he ran from the front yard to the hospital lobby, carrying a box of lunch that he brought specifically for Segara.
At first, he did not want to interfere. He planned to wait for Segara to come home because Arkana said the man might just wait at the hospital until Rudi's mother came to her senses. But after waiting for hours and the man never showed his nose, Lana decided to follow.
The typical scent of the hospital overran Lana's sense of smell as the woman began walking down the corridor, occasionally drowning in finding the location of the elevator for her use up to the 3rd floor, the floor where Rudi's mother was treated.
Lana had just set foot on the 3rd floor, her eyes had immediately discovered the whereabouts of Segara. The man sat alone on the waiting bench, looking down while linking his hands together on his thighs.
Slowly, Lana swung an approach, trying to catch her breath that was boring as a result of running around earlier.
“Pak,” call him, from a distance of 5 steps from where Segara sits.
The summoned one raised his head, looking surprised upon discovering his whereabouts. “Miss Lana doing here?” ask the man.
“Avents lunch.” Light Lana while lifting the lunch box that she was waiting for earlier. “Pak Segara skipped breakfast, so you should not miss lunch as well.”
For a while, Segara was silent. All the man did was stare at Lana and the lunch box that the woman took in turn. Then, after one slow breath, he got up, then received the lunch box that Lana brought and brought the woman to sit with him.
“Mikha has eaten?” tanyanya stared straight at the dark blue lunch box.
“Udah, Sir. Now again take a nap with Pak Arkana, so I can come here between lunch for Mr. Segara.” Obviously Lana.
Segara turned his head, finding a look that felt alien from the woman sitting next to him. “If Miss Lana, have you eaten too?” tanyakanya.
Lana smiled, then shook her head. “I can have lunch later. Inside there are two servings, you can eat together ..”
“Rudi.” Segara helped complete Lana's disconnected sentence.
“Iya, Rudi. You can eat with Rudi.” Connect the woman still with her sweet smile.
“Thank you.” That's all Segara can say. While Lana can also only nod her head in response, then return to silence.
For a long time, there was absolutely no conversation between them. All that was heard between them was a subtle, imperceptible roar of breath, occasionally clashing with the footsteps of nurses who were visiting each ward while pushing a trolley containing lunch and medicines for patients.
The silence finally disturbed Segara, making him turn his head back towards Lana who now looked straight ahead, looking straight ahead, on the walls of the whitewashed hospital that does not show any beautiful scenery that can be stared at to the extent.
“Miss Lana was here ride what?”
Asked a question, Lana looked over. “Taxi.” He answered, then went back to being quiet for a while.
Again Segara had to rack his brain to create a conversation, only to arrive at a sentence that he himself did not understand why he had to say.
To Lana, he asked. “This meal .. Can I and Miss only eat?”
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