Mama For Mikaela
FORTY SEVEN
“Flights are tomorrow at dawn, so tonight, Mama take Micah home! Oh, yeah, the same Arkana! You're the same Lana get ready, packing! Bye Segara!”
Segara can only gawk when the phone is turned off unilaterally by Mama. He stared at the screen of his phone, his heart felt broken, like he had just entered the stage of a passionate love, then the idol broke the relationship just like that, for no apparent reason.
For the first time, he wanted to disappear from the world. If it can't disappear, at least he wants the cosplay to become street dust, which will fly wherever the wind takes him away.
Just for a moment, he only left Micah to take a short shower because the weather was so hot and he felt a rage. But when he returned to the living room, still with the condition of half-wet hair, the child had been kidnapped by his own grandmother. Worse yet, Arkana as om even helped the execution of the kidnapping.
Jesus, God... Is there anything more absurd than the situation he is in right now?
“Pak, paper.” Lana's palm fell in front of her face, forcing her to look over. “Paper earlier, already finished writing, not yet?”
Boro-boro was written, whether there is where the paper is now. Chief Segara is now full of Mama's babble about honeymoon and having a baby. Ah, it feels like it's about to break. “Not yet. I don't know what to write.” He answered listlessly, and then he turned his gaze forward.
Through the television screen in front of him which is now in a state of extinguishment, Segara can see his own reflection. That looks weak, pathetic. It should not be difficult to refuse Mama's request, but in reality, she still can not do anything.
“Miss,” call him slowly after a moment of silence. His gaze was still directed forward, while his breathing had since when it had become uneventful. “To top of gih, packing clothes to fly tomorrow.”
“Loh, we're leaving?” Lana shifted her seat closer, only to make the man beside her turn her head while exhaling a long breath. “Pak Segara want me to try to talk to Ms Margaretha? Who knows if he'd like to hear me say.”
“Nevent gone, Miss. No need to waste time.” Because Segara knows, Mama won't change her mind. Unless tomorrow is the end and they have to think of a way to survive, then maybe Mama will forget her obsession to have grandchildren again. “Everything has been prepared with my mom, buy it also use money that is not small, dear if diibiarin scorched so aja.”
Eight seconds full, Lana was silent. Then, because he knew Segara was already very dizzy with his mother's wishes, then he did not want to add to the burden of the man's mind.
Forgetting about the rule paper that Segara should have made, Lana resigned. He walked up the stairs to his room.
In the back, on the sofa where he sat, Segara again sighed softly. Then shortly after the figure of Lana completely disappeared from view, he also moved.
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There is not much Segara prepared in the medium-sized suitcase. Just a few pieces of casual shirts and jerseys, jeans and pants material, underwear and some special toiletries that have been neatly arranged in the travel kit. Before packing, he had already found out in Korea what season it is now, to avoid the occurrence of wrong costumes because he did not intend to shop for clothes just in case the one he brought is not appropriate. Coincidentally, it was summer now, so he could bring his daily casual clothes, not too bothered.
At 8 p.m., it was still too late to go to sleep, while he also felt his stomach rumble. So, after pushing her suitcase into the corner of the room near the wardrobe, Segara walked out of the room.
Just once when his body emerged from behind the door, he found Lana had also just walked out of his room which was across the street. They stared for a few seconds, before Lana took the initiative to walk closer.
“Pak Segara has finished packing?” ask the woman.
“Udah.” Answer Segara. There is a pause for a few seconds, giving room for silence to come even if only for a moment. Then, the sound coming from inside his stomach that was rumbling made Segara remember at his initial purpose to find food. He turned back to Lana. “Miss Lana hungry, no?”
“Slight.” Lana answered while showing gestures like she was pinching something. Not meaning anything, it was just a reflex gesture because he was used to practicing whatever he said with hand gestures, still getting carried away when talking to children in day care.
“You're looking to eat out, aren't you? I have a crazy fried rice subscription at the front compound. At least 10 minutes from here.” Segara.
Since Lana had not put any food in her mouth since this afternoon, she nodded in agreement. “Awhile, I take the wallet first.”
“No.” Segara prevented before Lana's hand managed to touch the doorknob. “I've brought.” He patted the pocket of the shorts he was wearing.
“Oh, okay.” Sahut Lana, then he followed Segara who walked first down the stairs.
Arriving at the garage, Segara walked up to the white beat motorbike parked in the corner. The bike has not been used for a long time. In addition to the recent rain, he is also still a little traumatized because he was once nyungsep in an empty field in front of the complex with Arkana. At that time Arkana was driving, he was piggybacking at the back so it was not too know how the chronology so that the motorbike Arkana was driving could end up there. No pain, they don't even have any injuries. It's just, shame it's loh!
The problem is, it happened in the afternoon, on Saturday when the residents of the complex were walking outside to just breathe fresh air. And yeah, of the many people who passed by that afternoon, dominated by mothers. Know for yourself, right, how the mothers if they have become eyewitnesses of an incident? Who should have seen firsthand only a few people, the news eventually spread throughout the complex area so that it is famous already he and Arkana as a pair of sister who nyungsep in an empty field.
“We ride the motor?”
Segara looked over for a moment, then nodded. “Near, coke. Ribet if you use car.” He took the bike out of the garage.
“If it's close, we're on foot, sir.” Lana's proposal, but Segara disagrees. He was too lazy to walk. Fear of suddenly fainting on the road because of hunger. “Jay motorbike let's be fast.” The final. Know-how, he has just hung on the motorcycle seat, but he has not checked also whether the motorbike can turn on or not because it has been too long not used.
Lana, meanwhile, had no choice but to climb into the backseat. Should be, he can still apply the distance with the back of Segara because the seat of the motor matic can be counted wide. But because of Segara's long legs, the distance created between them is only a little. If Segara braked a little suddenly, their bodies would collide without Lana being given a chance to anticipate.
But, yeah, how else? Segara himself also had no choice but to somewhat rewind his sitting position. Because if he is reckless to go forward, the one with his hanker will be stuck.
“Udah?” Segara asked after starting the engine. Fortunately it can still distater, no need to bother nudging.
Lana answered “Sudah.” then the motor was launched.
Sunday night, it turns out the condition of the streets is quite crowded. Somewhat jammed as well so Segara a little difficulty to cross. And more annoying, there is a motor unit with a muffler brong sound noisy for mercy, not to mention the smoke that came out and hit the face of Segara directly. Just like that, he regretted not wearing a helmet.
“Who was the first idea for now such a kayak exhaust? Unhuman.” His grunt.
Unexpectedly, Lana who had been sitting in the back seat, said. “That if they are told to inhale smoke from their own exhaust also definitely do not want.”
Segara nodded in agreement. Humans sometimes like that. Like it casually, but do not want to get the same treatment as how annoying they are to treat others. Covetous. Selfish. What's again? I don't know. Sometimes, Segara thought it would be better if he was born as a pig.
After passing the drama only for a journey that actually only takes 10 minutes, Segara finally can breathe a sigh of relief when the aroma of spices flying with the night air touched his sense of smell.
The motorbike he parked in the area that had been provided, then he led Lana to walk to the tent that was available behind the fried rice cart.
“You two, yes, sir. One really spicy, another—“ Segara threw the rest of his order to Lana who stood on the left side of his body.
Sensitized, the woman immediately replied. “Yang one is on. Thanks, Mr.”
The fried rice salesman nodded, inviting them to sit in an empty chair.
Segara circulates the view, scanning which spot is better to sit on. There are 6 empty seats. The two were close to the fried rice wagon, instantly he was eliminated because the hot smoke from the frying pan would only make him sweat quickly. Two more seats are in the middle, flanked by a bunch of mas-mas in PT uniform that Segara himself also does not know what PT. Obviously, she wouldn't take that spot out of worry that Lana would feel uncomfortable.
Finally, he chose the spot he had last found. Two empty seats that were located the furthest from the wagon, in the corner, where he could all peek at the artificial lake area located several tens of meters from here.
Unknowingly, Segara pulled Lana's arm to come with him towards the chair. He was still unaware of what he was doing even until the two of them sat side by side, waiting for their order to arrive.
Apart from their marriage being based only on their affection for Micah, neither Segara nor Lana are typical people who can start small talk with people who are not yet familiar. So during the wait, the two were busy with their respective phones. Segara was busy replying to the message that Adella sent, responding patiently when the woman was angry because her permission to leave was already delivered by Papa this morning. While Lana, she just scrolls the screen to the right and to the left, not finding anything interesting enough for her to tease.
About 10 minutes later, their order arrived. As commanded, the two said their thanks simultaneously, inviting the smile of the father of the fried rice seller. An actual smile was suspicious, but neither Segara nor Lana decided to give it a headache. The fried rice that was still puffing on the smoke was clearly more attractive to them now.
In the middle of eating activities, Segara suddenly asked. “Enak?” which was then answered by Lana with a nod of the head.
Lana thought, it's done getting there. But it turns out he was wrong. After sipping his hot tea, the man again said. “I used to eat here with my late wife. It used to be, before there was Micah.” A single smile flinched as the man ended his sentence.
Just like that, Lana was then made to understand. It is indeed that much love Segara towards his late wife. Even just by remembering the things they have done in the past alone can bring a smile that sincere. Lana became curious, how good is the figure of a woman named Karenina that can be loved so much, even until her body has been fused with the ground?
The only love Lana ever received was greatly from her parents. For the sake of romance, he had indeed sucked long ago. So when he was shown the figure of a husband who loved his late wife like this, he felt a little envious. Not a bad feeling of envy. He was just a little questioning, could he also have a man who loves as great as this one day?
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