Mama For Mikaela
FORTY SIX
The light that shone brightly on the dining table became an object that attracted the attention of Segara since. He stood at the center of the room with the kitchen, watching how the lamp seemed to look back at him, she showed him the image of Arkana's angry face last night as the young man told of Lana who was willing to climb the stairs in order to replace the broken light bulb.
Segara took a deep breath, holding it for quite a while before exhaling it slowly. He then walked over, to Lana who was now busy washing the dishes of the former breakfast of the four of them. From the direction of the backyard, Micah's screaming voice became background music in addition to the sound of water flowing from the faucet in the sink. Segara paid no heed to Micah's cry, for he knew the boy was only reacting to Arkana—'s behavior - what this time the young man did.
Three steps behind Lana, Segara stopped. He crossed both arms, still silently watching Lana deftly slide the plate and the finished glass washed onto the shelf to his right. It was only when the woman was finished and seemed to wipe her hands using the available tissue, Segara said.
“Miss,” call him, make Lana turn the body.
“Ya?”
“I want to talk to you for a minute.” Her speech.
One eyebrow Lana looks up, the woman is wondering what mistake she made seeing how serious the look on Segara's face now. Even so, he still nodded his head, then walked closer to Segara who then directly led him to the middle room.
On the long sofa, Segara took a sitting position at the end, as if to emphasize that between himself and Lana there must be a considerable distance, so that they do not intersect with each other.
Lana did not mind that, she also sat herself at the other end, with a slightly slanted position so that they could still look at the eyes while talking.
“Yesterday Bis Surti did not come here to clean up the house?” ask Segara. Ever since last night, he's been itching to ask about this. It's a pity that Lana is already sleeping so she has to carry the question until the next day.
“Come.” Lana answered what it was. Yesterday, Bi Surti did come here. It had been 3 days in a row that the middle-aged woman returned to work after coming home from the hospital. “Why, Sir?”
“If there is Bi Surti, why does Miss Lana do all the homework herself? I was complained to Arkana, he said I was outrageous already so Miss Lana works like a maid.”
Lana's speechless. Is it wrong if he helps with homework? After all, it is not too heavy work because almost everything is done using tools. Just washing dishes and changing light bulbs is all he does without the help of electronic devices.
“I married Miss Lana instead of being a maid,” Segara crossed his right leg over his left leg, linking both his hands over his thigh. “Miss Lana's job is to take care of Micah, that's aja.”
“I'm just helping, sir. Bi Surti looked still unwell when he came yesterday, so I told him to come home early to rest.” Because that is the truth. Almost noon, Lana found Bi Surti sitting in the back doorway, near the laundry. His face was pale, cold sweat seemed to descend soaking his face which had started to be decorated with wrinkles.
As someone who still has a conscience, of course Lana would not have the heart to let Bi Surti keep working with such conditions, right? But, was that then a problem for Segara? Is allowing an unhealthy domestic assistant to take a break is something Segara does not like?
Lana doesn't know. He still did not understand what kind of man he was married to. So while explaining the chronology from the beginning he found Bi Surti until the moment he asked the woman to come home, Lana said it carefully. Once again, he tried to remember that he was here hitchhiking, only guests who were not entitled to cross the line that had been determined by the Host.
“I don't mind Miss Lana asking Bi Surti to come home, in fact, I thank you for that. But, that doesn't mean Miss Lana has to take her job, does it? And again, about the lights in the kitchen, why didn't Miss Lana ask me or Arkana for a change? Why climb the stairs yourself? Not afraid of falling?”
The sentence barrage was too long, making Lana not know which one to answer. Should he respond to why he replaced Bi Surti's work, or should he explain to him what light bulb he installed himself? Please give advice, Lana should answer which one first?
“Miss?”
Lana sighed softly, “First, it's not a hard job, so why should I hesitate to do it? That is, the job that Bi Surti left behind. After all, I also did not do that by abandoning Micah. I'll take care of Micah, sir. I take care of him, can not be separated from my attention for a second while I do everything.”
“Secondly, about the light bulb, it is also not a big thing. In my apartment, if a bulb dies, I usually change it myself. Up stairs? That's not a problem. As long as I'm careful, there should be no problem, right?”
“Tetap aja, not so.” Segara changed his seat again. This time he lowered his crossed legs, slashing even more as he started to feel anxious at Lana who had so many reasons. “Everyone has their own duties. All household chores are the responsibility of Bi Surti, if he is not allowed to come? Yes just call cleaning services from the application. Miss Lana's job is to watch over Micah, so whatever Miss Lana takes to do another job, I still want Micah to be her priority. About the lights off, clogged drains, faucets stuck, it can be taken care of by me and Arkana as the man in this house. Let's work together to be in charge of their respective desk jobs, Miss.”
Again, Lana sighed. This is just a matter of doing trivial household chores, why is it so long? “Sorry if I've behaved as I please.” That's all Lana could finally say to Segara. Just as he argued, the man would definitely not listen to anything he said. He will remember more, that he is just a GUEST and from now on, all the things he wants to do in this house must be the permission of the MASTER. All right, that rule will be him patriarch in the head, so as not to forget.
Lana then got up, passed by without saying anything, making Segara who felt their chatter was not finished practically gawking at her place.
However, not long after, Lana appeared again with a piece of paper and pen. He sat down again at the place before, and poured the paper and pen onto the table, sliding it to the side of Segara. “Please write down what I can and cannot do in this house, so that I do not want to be alone anymore.” His words as a representative who answered the confusion on the look of Segara's face.
“Father write first, deh, I want to follow Micah first to the back. When you're done, please give me the paper, let me read and learn.” Just like that, Lana again passed, leaving Segara with a blank sheet of paper that the man himself did not know what to fill with.
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Ever heard of being struck by lightning in broad daylight? Segara heard it a lot, but he didn't really know what it was like. Amit-amit, he also did not want to try himself to let his body be struck by lightning. Want it in broad daylight, or even in the rain of a storm. No, he still wants to live. The old one, until he saw Micah growing up, until he drove the boy to walk to the altar— to have the wedding.
Even so, when 2 pieces of plane tickets to Korea were presented to him, by Mama who came in the middle of the day with a bright smile that was eerie to the bright sunlight out there, Segara seems to know what people say by being struck by lightning in broad daylight.
In a moment, he felt his head heavy, his eyes twitching, his heart beating nonchalantly and he had difficulty breathing.
“Honeymoon?” Segara repeated the sacred word that a moment ago Mama said. Nodding your head causes another loud bang on your head, aggravating the heavy weight felt there. “Business country, Mama.” She complained, but Mama didn't seem to believe it.
“Arkana also has her own work, do not burden her.”
“It just doesn't protest.” Mama kekeuh's. Damn it, Arkana, the rancid boy whose fate he was defending instead nodded his head in approval to Mama's statement. The young man's brain is damaged. “That's not much of a reason. Just leave doang. Flight tickets, hotel, everything is taken care of.”
“Country does not want to leave Micah.”
Mama clucking, “Mikha guarded with Mama, same Papa, same Arkana.”
“Later his son fussed.”
“No way, Mama told me how to be with Micah. He is yes-yes aja.”
Not likely. Impossible. Impossible. Where in history did Micah want to be left behind for a long time by his father? Mama seems to be better off bragging. Very unnatural!
“Ndon't believe? Ask Micah directly.” Challenge Mama.
Okay, Segara's not scared. He got up from the living room couch, galloping towards Micah who was being fed lunch by Lana in the kitchen. When he arrived, the boy happened to be done with his last mouthful.
“Mikha, Daddy wants something to do with you.” The todong was straightforward, reluctant to wait until Micah downed his drinking water.
“What?” ask the boy plainly.
“Oma told you that Daddy wants to go?”
Micah nodded. “The trip is the same Mommy, right?”
“Yes, what do you answer to Oma? You didn't say you wanted to come or—“
“Nggak.” Micah cutting. Funny head bobbles make his hair that is pigtailed in two look tiring-tuing with his movement.
“Why not?” ask Segara wonder. What's this really about? Do you want an apocalypse or something? Why is Micah getting so weird? The child should whine, beg Mama for the itinerary to be cancelled, or at least let her participate. “Why didn't you say you wanted to come, Micah? Why not fuss over asking Daddy not to go?”
“Soalya Oma said, right home later, Daddy same Mommy will love Micah baby sister.”
The earthquake! Segara felt the floor he was on swaying, making his body limp and almost collapse if only his hands did not quickly reach the dining table as a pedestal.
What baby sister?! Why is it getting weird?! Help u!
“Oma said so?” lana's soft voice made Segara glance at the woman, while still trying to keep her body from collapsing. Really, his head felt like it was going around in circles once now.
“Iya.” There was no hesitation at all Micah replied. Oh my... Mama, why can the mind talk so to a leak like Micah? What if Micah really whines for a sister? Want him to find where the sister is?!
Lana seems to realize that the panicked Segara is not playing. Oh, he was actually surprised too. Nor did he know that Segara's mother's arrival here was to say such nonsense to Micah.
“The baby's sister didn't make it easy, Micah. Can't be direct,”
“Means Oma lied?”
“Eng—“
“Nothing! Try it first, Mommy. Who knows how it works! Hihihi.”
Goddamnit! Goddamnit! Goddamnit! If not his son, Segara might have raised Micah's body, put it in a sack and thrown it into a garbage truck to be transported far away. Dear thousand dear, he could not do it because of his great love for the child.
Okay, instead, he'll vent his frustration to Mama. When should he fulfill his wish? Now, of course!
With a staggering step because he still felt like there was an earthquake, Segara walked back to the middle room. While walking, he shouted. “Mamaaaaaaa!!” until his voice filled the house.
Lana could only sigh long. Another Micah, the boy was even seen sumringah, imagining there would be a baby sister in this house. Huh! Definitely exciting!
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