Mama For Mikaela
FORTY THREE
“Segara Adhitama, where are you?! This is your son nangis nyariin his father! Why are you in the hospital for so long, huh?! Want cosplay to be oxygen tube?!”
The phone attached to Segara's right ear was practically kept away. Arkana's thunderous voice seemed to be able to tear his eardrums, leaving a nagging grin that had not even disappeared after a few minutes later.
Segara stopped his steps, snorting loudly while reattaching his phone to the ear. “Lo if you scream so, there Micah cry even more shock. Lagian l—“
“Bodo highly! Back home!”
“Jeez, Ar... I'm in front!” Segara shouted back. Finally, his patience with Arkana who sometimes likes to turn into the most annoying human beings in the universe. Though, by her side now was Lana and she had no intention of showing in front of the woman how emotional she was. “Gue is already in front, be patient.” His impression after taking a breath so deep. Then, the phone was turned off and the phone he put in his pants pocket.
“Mikha fussy, yes, Sir?”
“Iya.” Segara answered briefly. Then, there was no other sentence that the man said because his legs had already swung first. Really, he was annoyed at Arkana who had a hobby of shouting on the phone. Unfortunately, he even forgot to mince words to invite Lana to come in with him. He left the woman just like that, stepping wide through the front door and bablas looking for the whereabouts of Micah and Arkana.
Arriving in the living room, she finds Arkana trying to calm the crying Micah in her carriage. And when the young man realized his presence, a sharp gaze became the first gift he received.
“Lo has a child, Segara Adhitama, do not be alone. Anyway, more importantly where the hell, lo child or bad boy?” Oceh Arkana again.
Lazy to listen to the ravings of Arkana that will certainly not be endless, Segara chose to ignore it. He was more interested in seizing Micah from within the sling of Arkana, then hugged the boy tightly to win it over. “No, Baby, don’t cry. Daddy is here, don’t cry.” He said while wiping the trail of tears that wet his daughter's puffed cheeks.
“Daddy same Mommy from where? Earlier... ta-tadi Micah.. earlier Micah woke up, but. ta-but no Daddy same Mommy.” Adu the boy with a disjointed voice because he was busy crying. Already rubbed in such a way by his father, the cheeks of the kingpin still remain wet because the tears seem reluctant to stop flowing from both of the rounded netra.
“Daddy was ready this morning, want to anterin Mas Rudi to the hospital first.” Segara tried to give understanding.
“K-if Mommy? Mommy from where?” the question turned to Lana, who now stands just behind Segara.
“Mommy Nyusulin Daddy, Babe, Anterin lunch.” Lana explained.
Somehow, after hearing Lana's explanation spoken in that super soft voice, Micah's cries slowly subsided. Then, the boy immediately reached out with both hands, asking to move into Lana's sling.
For the first time, Segara found Micah to be so clingy with others other than himself and Arkana, so he was somewhat astonished to pass Micah's tiny body into Lana's arms.
“Udah, don't cry anymore, Mommy and Daddy are already here.”
Micah nodded, his wet face drowned in Lana's chest, leaving a damp trail on the front of the shirt the woman was wearing.
“Pak, I'm going to take Micah upstairs, okay? It's late in the afternoon too, and I want to take a bath.” Lana asked Segara for permission.
Still half in astonishment, Segara nodded. Then he found Lana passing by with Micah. Sayup-sayup heard small talk between the two along with the footsteps of Lana who was getting away. A chat that made Segara again asked, what is it with Lana that makes Micah so sticky with the woman?
But the question did not get a chance to develop more because his arm was knowingly pulled by Arkana. The young man dragged him towards the backyard, his wide-swinging footsteps made Segara almost topple over because he could not adjust.
“Gue can walk by yourself.” Segara tried to break away, but Arkana did not let him get away with it.
Finally, Segara could only resign when Arkana continued to drag him, gliding himself like a thief who was caught stealing chickens owned by neighbors.
Up in the backyard, his body was thrown into a wooden chair, forced to remain seated while in front of him Arkana stood arrogantly, crossing both hands in front of his chest while his eyes stared intently, full of judgment.
Segara was about to move to correct his sitting position before replying, but the sharp gaze that Arkana gave made him undo the intention.
“Lo did not forget the same what was the bad boy who lasain to lo?”
“Ar,” Segara interrupted before the word Arkana widened to everywhere. “That sickened his mother, and he knew nothing. Well, I have also told you that Rudi also does not know who told him to send terror to me first.”
“Gue doesn't trust him.” Arkana Kekeuh. If it had something to do with the mystery behind Karenina's death, she would not have believed in anyone.
If so, Segara could not say anything. Because throughout any width he tried to explain to Arkana that Rudi was not entirely guilty, the young man would remain firm with his own thoughts. Except Arkana can prove to herself that Rudi is indeed not what he thinks.
In the end, all Segara could say to Arkana to defuse the anger that ruled the young man was simply that he was trying to remain human. No matter how bad Rudi's treatment was, he would still provide help, as he couldn't possibly let someone die before his eyes, when it was possible for him to provide help.
In short, he just couldn't close his eyes. Can't turn herself into a monster just to fulfill her ambition of finding out the truth behind Karenina's death.
That afternoon, as the sun slowly shifted to the west side, Arkana no longer debated. Although Segara knew what he said could not fully make the young man feel relieved, at least their debate did not continue to a more serious stage.
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A 2-day leave is nothing for Segara. It just felt like he took the time to nap for a few minutes. Doesn't affect much. Unable to replenish his depleted energy, even with his sleepiness that remained after he opened his eyes.
So, in order to enjoy the rest of his leave which is only a few hours, Segara decided to disable his phone. Adella was quite understanding, on several occasions. But on some other occasions, the woman can also turn out to be quite annoying.
Segara remembers, a few weeks ago, the woman called him just in the middle of the night, just to collect the e-mail he was supposed to send and he forgot to do it. Though, she can still do it tomorrow, but Adella insists the e-mail should reach her that very night. Because the woman said, changing days also changed the work that she had to handle.
Oh, that sounds like a professional attitude that deserves a thumbs up. But for a human like Segara who prefers to spend time with family, such off-hours phone calls are definitely a disaster.
“Daddy,” Segara felt his legs grazed, followed by the appearance of the figure of Micah who crawled up on the mattress, continued to spread from the legs until finally stuck in the chest of his field wrapped in black tight socks. “Mikha wants to sleep with Daddy and Mommy again.”
Oh, not again. Segara clenched Micah's body tightly, leaving the child locked away so as not to move much. “Ngak. Tonight, you have Daddy.” Then he sprinkled a kiss on the top of the princess' head.
Micah obviously did not accept being given such an answer. The child tried hard to escape, and when it succeeded, he looked at Segara with the lower lip that advanced a few inches. “Come, Dadd..” Persuaded it.
Dear thousand dear, all persuasions will not work for Segara. For as he had said before, he only wanted to have Micah for himself tonight. Starting next week, he will be back busy with various agenda meetings, so while he can, he will spend as much time as possible with this baby.
Without saying his refusal again, Segara re-create his embrace. He closed his eyes, not caring about Micah's whining and the boy's attempt to escape.
One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Even until Segara lost count, Micah continued to wriggle in his arms, forcing him to reopen his eyes and look at the boy seriously. Only to give a successful ultimatum to make the child silent a thousand languages, to lay back his head by force on the chest of the field of the father, then close his eyes even though his lips still continue to be so sweet and occasionally muttering.
“If you don't sleep now, then Mommy will be gone.” This is the ultimatum Micah heard. Horrifically.
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