Mama For Mikaela
FORTY-FIVE
Instead of going home after her work was done, Segara instead let herself get stuck in her study, watching how Pamela downed 3 cans of beer while joking about what kind of problems she was facing.
The cell phone that chuckled on his desk repeatedly rang, the culprit was Arkana. However, none of the many calls that Segara picked up, because he did not want to hear Arkana blabbering at length if the young man knew the reason for his late return tonight.
Well, although Arkana never explicitly expressed his dislike of Pamela, but as one of the people who was close and knew the young man well, Segara knew Arkana was somewhat less able to accept Pamela's presence. This has been seen since he and Karenina first dated, and increasingly looks to be so after Arkana returned to Indonesia 4 years ago.
“Enough.” Segara snatched a can of beer still sealed from Pamela's hand, keeping her out of her reach by hiding it behind her body. Three cans of beer is enough, Pamela can't drink more if you don't want to end up vomiting.
“Balikin, I still want to drink.” Pamela's hand is still trying to reach the beer can behind Segara's body. His stubbornness ended up making his body look good, hit a large body Segara who sat on the same sofa with him.
If this is a scene in a romance drama, then what Segara will feel when their bodies are stuck together and the position of their faces are almost not far apart is the inevitable spoiled gurgles in the chest. But since this was not such a story, then what Segara felt instead was an inconvenience.
Without intending to offend Pamela, Segara used his two big hands to create a safe distance between them. He pushed Pamela's body away, at the same time also shifted her sitting position so that the distance created more and more.
“Tuh, you've staggered, you can't drink anymore.”
The sentence ended up making Pamela scornfully disliked. The two hands of Segara who was still holding his shoulder were thrown rough, then he shifted to the end of the sofa. “Just a little tweezers, not because of a hangover.” His eagle.
However, he did not get the beer he wanted. Because before his lips increasingly fret no kermuan, his arm was already pulled by Segara. His thin body lifted in one jolt, his unpreparedness to rise almost caused a humiliating fall disaster, if only Segara's large palm did not swiftly support his back so that he could stand upright again.
“Half 10, Mel, I anterin you go home now.” Said the man.
Pamela knew Segara was not making an offer, so there would be no rejection that she could give. In fact, if the man wanted to, his thin body could have been lifted up, forcibly dragged to come home like he had said before.
So, with so pasrah—though still occasionally grumbling—Pamela packed her stuff, put it in a bag and then swing the first step towards the door.
“Come, game.” Invite him, when he realized Segara was silent at the side of his desk.
Segara did not say anything, only then walked quickly towards him after snatching a suit and car keys.
The office clock is empty. Fellow division with him has also disbanded since 6 o'clock. Now, Pamela does not need to rush, can slow down a little to spend more time with Segara.
Actually, the rumors that were spreading in the office about her and Segara were a good thing for Pamela. He is happy that people think he and Segara have a relationship. But presumably, this does not apply to Segara because since the rumor circulated, the man instead stayed away from him.
Days after that, Pamela could only wonder to herself, why did Segara have to ignore his existence when in the office? Professional form or what?
And a week ago, that question was finally answered as well. The man already had another woman he loved. Oh, not just loved, but married. Ughhhh! Pamela didn't think she would be heartbroken again because of the same person!
“Cautious.” Segara's voice sounded like half growling. Pamela who did not understand what the warning was given for, could only turn to Segara with a innocent look without sin. “Tiang.”
Oh. Pamela turned her head back to the front, finding a towering pole in front of her, almost colliding with her body.
“Don't moan if the road.” The warning came again. To support him, Segara even to the point of dragging Pamela to get closer to his side, keeping no more drama almost hit the pole like that.
Furthermore, what was heard filling the basement was only the sound of their shoe heels clashing against the hard basement floor. The night moved more and more, time passed through whatever he met without intending to stop for a moment to be able to mince words.
Pamela hates that. He hated when time went faster when he was with Segara. He hated everything that went wrong with his plan. And he hated himself the most for having no power.
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So, when Arkana's voice greeted him in a high tone just a moment after he appeared in front of the young man, Segara was already not surprised. Kilos of meters before his car approached the house, he had even prepared himself. He had prepared whatever answer he would say to Arkana for every question the young man might ask.
If Arkana asks from wherever he is, Segara will answer from the office, overtime. Not entirely a lie, but not 100 percent honest either. If Arkana asks why he did not pick up the phone, Segara will answer that his phone is in silent mode and he is too busy studying the contract file to know that his phone screen is on many times. And many more. He still keeps a lot of stock answers, even for the most absurd questions.
However, instead of asking all the questions she had predicted, Arkana was raving at length to her because she let Lana do all the homework herself. The young man protested. He said, what is the point of hiring Bi Surti if Lana who should only be in charge of taking care of Micah instead had to sweep, mop, wash clothes, wash clothes, even to take out all the trash in this house into the trash tub in front of the gate.
Segara did not predict about the complaint, nor did he expect that Lana would voluntarily do all the homework that Bi Surti actually did. The middle-aged woman was cured, so she should still come to fulfill her obligation to work in this house as she should. But, why did Lana even do everything herself?
“Lo know I am wondering what fit just came home from the same meeting client? Miss Lana again went up the stairs, wanted to change the lights in the kitchen. That light was off from 2 days ago before I didn't go home, and you haven't changed too?”
“Gue forgot,”
That simple answer actually makes Arkana even more tearing. “Kok ya can-can you forget?!”
Segara sighed softly, “Yes his name forgot, Ar, how do you want again?”
“Ah, si anying.” Arkana was ruining her own hair with anxiety. “Gue knows you married Miss Lana just for Micah's sake, but that doesn't mean you can let her do all the housework, she's not a maid.”
“Gue never told him to do anything.”
“And you also never told him to do nothing but take care of Micah!” arkana Sergah.
Just like that, Segara made a silence. It was Micah, now it's Arkana. Why do people tend to side with Lana now? What is the special part of this woman?
“He wouldn't be horrified if I said it, so better lo tell him not to do anything again from tomorrow. Pretend to be a good husband. Pretend doang, will not make you die.” Shoot Arkana, and the young man shakes, leaving him alone.
“Main character who the hell is here? I or Miss Lana?”
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One more hope Segara who had to be dashed when he found Lana was asleep in a small bed in Micah's room. The woman's arm held Micah possessive, and vice versa. If there are strangers who see, the appearance of the two of them is now like a real mother and child couple.
Papa, Mama, Micah and Arkana look happy with Lana's presence, but Segara does not feel the same way. The more days, he was getting scared. Lana's existence could have made her gradually falter, leading her to renege on more of the promises she made to Karenina.
Only with the self-awareness that this marriage happened against her will, could she not be angry at Lana. Because if she wants to think longer, she also may not want to be stuck in a marriage where there is no love in it. His offer has been rejected, it is clear proof that just like her, Lana was only half-heartedly going through it all.
As he continued to stand looking at Lana and Micah from the verge of connecting the door would not produce any results, Segara decided to leave from there, returning to his room.
Eleven o'clock, not very sleepy, but still Segara forced himself to lie on the bed, closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
“I miss you, Ren.”
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