Mama For Mikaela
FORTY EIGHT
Already full, Lana and Segara rushed home. The night was crawling up and the cold air was also getting increasingly fierce to hit their bodies. So as much as possible, they must get home immediately before the disaster strikes.
Usually, the trip home will always feel faster when compared to the trip when leaving for a destination, especially if we first go to visit the place. But strangely, Segara actually felt the motor matic that he was driving did not reach home even though he felt he had pulled the gas lever as deep as he could.
Wearing only jerseys and shorts, not wearing a helmet. It was a wrong decision because now, Segara started to get cold. His body shuddered as the wind gushed down his exposed nape. Because of that, he reflexes wriggling, making his grip on the handlebar of the motor a little ozeng and they almost nyungsep to the top of the hard asphalt.
Fortunately, his body balance was quite okay, so the nyungsep scene from 7 months ago did not enter the second part.
After going through several dramas, they finally arrived at home. With understanding, Lana got off the bike, volunteered to open the gate so that Segara motorbike could enter.
Not waiting long, Segara immediately hit the gas, drove the motor to the garage and then parked it origin and he immediately jumped down. While Lana, as if not feeling cold at all, moved so slowly closing the gate and walked slowly over.
“Run, Miss, cold!” segara hugged himself. His cold palms were swiped into his arms, hoping it would be effective enough to warm up his already frozen body.
In response to that, Lana smiled thinly and then slightly accelerated her steps.
“Miss Lana not cold?” ask Segara when Lana gets in front of him. Looking around, the woman looked fine, much different from her who had been locked up in an ice palace for many years. Okay, that's more, forget it.
Lana shook her head, “Udah regular.”
“Udah regular cold?”
“Udah regular motor ride night-night.” Lana.
Stupidly, Segara was bearded like an idiot boy. Even though his mouth has continued to say that he is cold, his hand also continues to rub the arm. But instead of entering immediately, he was instead standing on the spot.
Luckily, Lana was understanding. Instead of staying silent, the woman took the initiative to step in first. Actually, he also did not understand why Segara who was noisy once said the cold was even dumb as a statue. Maybe it was not good to leave her, so it was Lana who started to swing her steps first.
Like a duckling who does not want to be abandoned by his mother, Segara tailed behind Lana. His stride swing was equivalent to that of the woman leading in front of him, neither wider nor shorter. It's like being on a treadmill, scavenging the trail left behind by the sandals Lana wears even if the trail is invisible. Ceramic floor in his house is dark, it is deliberately made so that it is not easy to look dirty.
Segara still continues to follow Lana, does not intend to overtake because after all he no longer feels cold now.
It was only when their steps reached the 2nd floor, inevitably Segara shifted to the right side while Lana turned to the left.
“What time does it fly, Sir?” lana asked, referring to their plan to fly to Korea tomorrow.
“Jam 5 via 20. We otw to the airport at 3 or half 4 aja, let's not be too hasty.”
Lana mangosteen, “Then it is, I sleep first, yes, Mr.” Pamphitt.
Replace Segara who nodded. She waited until Lana turned around, opened the door and her body disappeared behind the closed door. Then Segara also went into his room.
It's only been half 10, not too late and he hasn't been too sleepy either. So, after he got to the room, the first thing he did was open the nightstand drawer, take the tablet out of there and bring it up to the bed. He'll be working for a while, checking the job he still works online before he won't be able to access the internet for a few hours tomorrow.
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Off schedule, departure to airport Molor until 4. Segara ran around the ridge, scrolling 2 suitcases, 1 of his and 1 of Lana's. While behind her, Lana also ran around while repeatedly closing the cardigan that wrapped her body.
Dear thousand dear, it is only in wishful thinking.
Because of waking up late, he and Lana did not have time to improve. Not washing your face and changing clothes. Lana still wears a nightgown and is clad again in a cardigan, while Segara still wears the sweatshirt and shorts he wore last night. Their feet were also only wrapped in flip-flops. Ughhhh! Are really. They look more like vagabonds than a couple who want to go on a honeymoon.
Fortunately, my mother was understanding. The woman has prepared 2 first class air tickets so that they do not need to bother queuing or taking care of luggage and luggage. They can go straight into the plane, sitting sweetly waiting for the plane to take off.
“Duh, sorry, yes Miss, because I woke up late we had to run around.” Sesal Segara after the two sat in their respective seats.
Lana's breathing was still gnawing, her heart was also racing faster so all she could do to respond to Segara's apology was just nod.
Then silence. It was completely silent because there was no more conversation going on between the two. Even when one of the flight attendant staff came to ask for their needs while on the plane, Segara became the only one who answered. Lana did not open her voice at all, only paying attention to how her husband exchanged voices with the beautiful flight attendant whose smile was bright.
Their flight continued even until the plane finally took off. Segara prefers to stick to the LCD screen available in front of him, enjoying the film played there with headphones attached to both sides of the ear. Not much different, Lana did the same. The difference is, he does not watch movies, but news broadcasts.
The journey they will take takes approximately 7 hours. Long enough for a journey they didn't really want. Even so, they still try to enjoy the trip, utilizing all the facilities provided by the airline so as not to lose has paid dearly. Well, they're not the ones who actually pay for everything.
I don't know how long the plane has been in the air. The spectacle presented through the LCD screen in front of them also does not look exciting anymore to drive out boredom.
In his chair, Segara had already evaporated many times. In addition to the sign that he was bored, it is also a natural reaction because in fact he was lacking sleep.
Slowly, Segara removed the headphones that were in the ear, idly turning to the side to see the condition of Lana. He did not prepare any dialogue just in case when he looked later, Lana also did the same. At best, they will only look at each other for a few seconds then both throw away their faces with obvious awkwardness.
However, when Segara actually managed to turn his head, he instead found Lana was asleep. The worn headphones are still attached, the LCD screen in front of it also seems to still be on.
Seeing that, Segara did not participate in sleep, but instead just kept quiet, staring at the innocent face of Lana who was completely without makeup polish.
Well-favoured. Segara must admit that Lana is beautiful. She is also intelligent, both emotionally and intellectually. It was evident from how Lana always had a way to appease Micah, as well as providing logical answers to every question Micah asked.
But, no matter how beautiful and intelligent she is, in the eyes of Segara, she is still Kelana, the woman he married just to be a mother for his daughter. He is not Karenina, and Segara is not sure how he can change his view of the woman.
Segara took a hard breath because he suddenly felt tight again. If in the past days she had only felt guilty towards Karenina for having reneged on the promise to be faithful, then today, for the first time she also felt guilty towards Lana.
How, huh? He just felt, with all the advantages that Lana had, that woman should have deserved a better life. Marrying the man she loved and loved herself, having her own children, building a decent family, who really grew up on a shared desire. Not solely for the sake of fulfilling the wishes of a child who was left dead by his mother.
If he could turn back the clock, he would probably rethink not having this marriage. Shouldn't there be another way to appease Micah without sacrificing anyone between the two of them?
But sadly he couldn't do it. So for now, he might try to be kinder to Lana. As Arkana once told him, he should probably start trying to at least be a good husband. Starting to pay attention to what Lana likes and does not, what are the habits of the woman, what are her fears, what are the big things she wants to achieve starting today. Just that first. That should be enough, right? At least, by acting so, it might be able to reduce his guilt towards this woman.
The plane flew further and further, breaking through the cloud clumps, wading through the sky that began to look bright. The longer, the farther, the more lost the direction Segara has. He ends up letting himself drift, just follow where fate takes him away.
“Ren, this is just the same. If someday I can not fulfill the promise to fall in love with just you, please forgive me, yes.”
Seriate
