Mama For Mikaela
FIFTY
Speaking of Korea, one of the things that can not be separated from Lana's mind is her delicious street food. Every time he went to visit with his parents, Lana would cover visiting the carts that peddle various snacks typical of the country. Odeng, Tteokbokki, Bungeoppang, Sundae, Twigim and many more. Everything he would buy, he bought for then he ate along the way back to the hotel or to the location they want to visit next.
Because she was also quite hungry because after arriving at the hotel had not eaten anything, then Lana swung her steps further, looking for the existence of street food stores that are usually spread in many places. It is not difficult to find it, almost at every point there is.
His choice eventually fell on the tavern he first saw, guarded by a short-haired middle-aged woman. The shop was not very crowded, probably because it was still late afternoon.
Lana ordered Odeng, Tteokbokki and Twigim each one serving with spicy sauce. In fact, it was better if he could all eat his order in that tavern. Because if he wants to add an order, it will be easier. But because she still wants to wander further, Lana finally ordered all that to be eaten while walking.
The order is finished in a short time because everything is already in a state of maturity, just pour it into the container, mash it with a spicy sauce and finished. Lana takes the order and pays, exaggerating the money she gave, causing a smile on the shop owner's face.
Smoke billowed from the food she was carrying. Breezy wind began to blow, slightly treating the arid feeling due to the scorching sunlight that reigns since noon. The position of the sun is now in the west, soon enough it will sink.
While walking to enjoy the view of the tall building around, Lana began to eat her snacks. The heat that stings his tongue when one piece of Tteokbokki goes into the mouth does not affect much, because it is there where the pleasure of eating snacks made from rice flour. If it is cold, the texture will turn hard and difficult to chew, so it should be eaten while hot.
Cut-by-piece goes into the mouth, the spicy starts to creep up the cavity inside there, making Lana realize that she just made a mistake.
Drinking water. He forgot not to buy it.
Celingukan he was looking for the existence of a vending machine so that he could buy drinks. In Korea, vending machines are also common. Then, it didn't take long for Lana to find one.
In front of that vending machine, Lana stood for quite a while. He was weighing what drink he should buy from there. Incidentally, there is no mineral water on the list. There are only soft drinks and various brands of coffee. Both are not too Lana likes, but in the end she dropped the choice of soft drink because it feels safer for her stomach which has just been hit by spicy food.
One can of soft drink rolls from inside the vending machine after Lana makes a transaction. He then grabbed the can, opened it easily because he was not a typical meme-menye that opened the can of drink alone can not. Well, do not know if later he has met a man who loves languange his act of service hard line. Maybe at that time, she would start acting as a meek girl.
Fresh invaded the entire part of his tongue quickly after the liquid from the soft drink can entered his mouth, expelling the spicy taste that had been dancing there since. Like someone who has been thirsty for a long time, Lana spends the soft drink in one drink.
The empty can he threw into the trash, then decided to continue his journey with the remaining snacks still warm in his hands.
The longer, the footsteps carried him further and further away from the hotel. He was not afraid of getting lost, but later recalled Segara's message not to go too far.
And so, before the steps got further and further, Lana immediately turned around. The remaining snacks he ate in a slight hurry, making him several times barely choke.
While preoccupied with chewing on the last piece of Twigim she had, Lana instead mis-focused on the existence of bakery across the street. The building is dominated by glass and dark brown wood and decorated with yellow colored lights that have been lit even though the day is still bright makes Lana interested. As if hypnotized, he walked across the street, visited the bakery after making sure the food in his mouth ran out.
The money given by Segara is still left 150 thousand won, he should still be able to use to buy some cakes from there, for him to enjoy later in the hotel room.
His arrival was greeted by a bright smile by the owner of the bakery who is a woman in her 30s. To him, the woman showed him some menu recommendations. Explain in detail what is in the cakes displayed in the display case and help Lana find which cake she wants to buy.
Despite having difficulty deciding which one she wanted to buy, Lana finally decided to wrap 2 pieces of croissant, 2 pieces of puff and 3 slices of cheesecake. Why was the cheescake bought 3? Because he likes. That simple.
All the orders he mentioned were neatly wrapped by the bakery owner. Because Lana is a tourist who is not necessarily going to come again in the near future, the black-haired woman straight as her back also gives an extra, a piece of aple pie that just came out of the oven.
Already satisfied shopping, Lana breezed away leaving the bakery, carrying the box containing all her orders with a carefree heart. His steps swayed lightly, even tend to be like small jumps so excited.
The sun still leaves a bit of light when Lana arrives back at the hotel. Still with a feeling of pleasure, he walked into the elevator, humming cheerfully during the ride ride on the mumpung elevator also in a quiet state, there was only one there.
Ting!
The elevator door was wide open, as wide as the smile that was now on the back adorning Lana's beautiful face. He stepped out, galloping towards his room which was located slightly at the end of the hallway.
But then, his smile faded as he remembered, when he left earlier he did not bring along the access key. So with a heavy heart, he was forced to pull out his cellphone, call Segara to ask for the door to be opened.
“Halo? Wh why? Need anything? Miss where now?”
The series of questions Lana did not expect at all. Even more surprising because Segara picked up his phone even before entering the third ring.
“A—ah... I'm in front, sir. Please open the door, yes, I forgot not to bring the access key earlier.” Lana explains straight to the point.
There was no reply from across the phone, but not long after since he had clenched his lips back, the door in front opened. Segara's figure with half-wet hair, the smell of soap out filled Lana's sense of smell as the man opened the door wider. Lana guessed, the man had just finished his bath.
“You stand there? Don't want to go in?”
“E—eh, yes, this is coming in.” Lana withdraws from the daydream, half wrong behavior breaks through Segara's strapping body and enters the hotel room.
The view of the flower petals that had previously been lost, not even a single petal was left on the white sheet.
“I finish the flowers, because it is not comfortable to wear the bed. It's okay, right?”
Lana turned her head, “Yes it's okay, sir. It is not useful either, just make dirty.”
Segara nodded in agreement. “Later at night let me sleep on the sofa, Miss Lana sleeps on the bed.” Said the man.
Just in a moment, Lana shook her head. “Don't, sir, I'm the one sleeping on the couch. Mr. Segara is tall, it is difficult if you have to curl up on the sofa. Not comfortable either.”
“Nothing.”
“No.” Lana still balked at the idea. “I slept on the sofa. Point.” There was no timidness at all to him, daring to give a final decision before Segara whose domineering aura could even make the opponent meager helplessly.
Heavy breathing coming from Segara was an indication that the man objected, but did not have enough energy to argue further. So to divert the conversation, Lana thrust the cake box that she had been tenting since.
Segara looked down at the white box with accents of pink flowers, then raised his gaze back towards Lana. “This what?” tanyakanya.
“Kue. I have a croissant, a puff of cheesecake. I don't know what you like, so I bought something that would be safe for everyone to eat hehe.”
“Oh, okay. So this is for me?” Segara.
“Make us.” Again ended with a whimper.
The cake box then moved into the hands of Segara. Unilateral movement anyway, because Lana who forced to release his grip on the handle of the cake box so inevitably Segara had to take over.
“Father eat first, I want to take a shower, already smell the sun.” He said while sniffing his own body odor. Right, it does smell of the sun.
Segara just nodded his head, then darted Lana into the bathroom.
The gurgling sound of water falling from the shower becomes background music that accompanies Segara chewing on a piece of puff while sitting on the sofa. His gaze fell on the extinguished television screen, again staring at the reflection of himself there.
Then, after a long time not away, Karenina's face suddenly appeared there, replacing her reflection. She was still wearing the same dress, but she would never change. His smile grew, his sincerity spread to the eyes, a sign that the smile was not just pretend.
No conversation has taken place. Her lips spoke nothing, only smiling for tens of seconds.
Normally, he would feel tight when he saw Karenina's face. But that afternoon, just when the sunset and the orange tinge that originally looked beautiful in the sky was replaced with gray combined with a beautiful dark blue, Segara smiled. She, for the first time, returned the smile that Karenina had been smiling at. As if she had already begun to realize that no matter how much she cursed over what happened, the shadow of Karenina's face would only be something pseudo.
So instead of feeling sad, she will try to singleness smile more. Who knows, with her smiling more like that, Karenina will be much more often with happy feelings, right?
“I know. I also want you to be happy, Ren.”
Seriate
