Mama For Mikaela
FIFTY ONE
The hotel room booked by Mama had included a romantic dinner, but Lana and Segara instead decided to use the service room. And, you know what they ordered? Ramyeon. Yes, ramyeon aka instant noodles! Going all the way to Korea just to eat noodles isntan, if not them, it seems like there is no longer a couple in this world who wants to do it.
The sound of noodles and soups being shredded filled the hotel rooms whose lighting was dim. It was Segara's idea. After nightfall, completely leaving behind a warm twilight, the man refused to turn on the main light. Lazy, said. Because the switch for the main light is located far from their current sitting position—on the mattress.
Yup, king size bed that is actually intended as a resting place for couples who are drunk romance it instead they make a dining table. White sheets that are prone to stain as if not being a barrier, they are still gas just sipping ramyeon with solemnity.
“So Miss Lana went where?” ask Segara after menguyup kuah ramyeon savory. A long ahhh sound came out after the ramyeon sauce managed to escape through the throat.
“Just walk around the hotel, street food snacks while looking at the tall buildings keep coming back to bakery.” Lana Bright. He also took his ramyeon soup, until it was completely dry without any noise. “Seru know, Sir.” The impression while cleaning the empty ramyeon cup and throw it into the trash.
“Ngeliatin high buildings doang, exciting?” Segara looks astonished. What is interesting about these tall buildings, even though in Jakarta there are also similar things?
“Not looking at the exciting buildings,” Lana pause for a while to drink water. “But the street food snack is loh.”
“That's good?”
Lana. “Enak. In Jakarta, there are also many who sell anyway, but still different in terms of taste and texture of the meal.”
Don't know. Segara has never tried any Korean hawker or hawker that is a hit among young people. He spends his time just taking care of Micah, so arguably he's also a little behind for some of the emerging trends.
“Tomorrow, if Mr. Segara has no plans to go anywhere, what if we hunt street food?” lana's proposal was enthusiastic.
“So, aren't you bored?”
“Ngak. It's so good. BANG.”
Segara release, he chuckles in response to the enthusiasm of Lana who can be thumbs up.
“Ih, even laugh! Want, no?”
“Bby.”
“Totally?”
Segara nodded. He smiled knot. Missing was the look on her flat face that she presented every day in front of Lana.
“Yay!” Lana exclaimed, clenching her hands in front of her chest. But, a second later, he stopped smiling. “But, the money is still much?”
Seeing the look of Lana's innocent face when asking that in fact still makes Segara tickled. Not just chuckling, now he's laughing so loose.
Laughing so, Lana thaws. “Why, anyway, sir? I am serious about this. We're 4 days here, right? If the money runs out it will be difficult loh we.”
Segara eased the laughter, wiping away the tears that were seeping in the corner of his left eye. “Ya do not much-many snacks, let last up to 4 days.”
“Ngirit?”
“Iya, ngirit.”
“Ih, no exclamation.”
“From us being a badass in a country of people, do you want to?”
“Now.”
“Ya already, ngirit.”
That night became the first time the conversation between them lasted a long time. Although what they say is far from the name weighty. Imagine, they even had time to mention the president of North Korea, Kim Jong Un. Explaining whether the fat man did not want to change his old haircut.
It was still a long way off for them to be able to accept each other, but through random chatter that night, they hoped good things would come later.
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The deal that was made about Lana sleeping on the couch was finally broken. None of them ended up sleeping there. Both sleep on mattresses, applying limits far enough that each of them sleeps far away on the edge of the mattress. Moving the barbarians just a little, they'll be toppled over.
It was past midnight, more precisely it was 1 in the morning, but none of them could sleep. Air conditioner has been set at the lowest temperature, but strangely they still feel hot.
Unable to bear it, Segara finally jumped down from the mattress. His sudden movements made Lana who was originally lying on her back suddenly turn around quickly, afraid that something might happen.
“Why, Sir?” ask Lana while sitting on the bed.
Segara who stood on the side of the bed said, “Hot.” He complained, shaking his hands in front of his face.
Lana glanced towards the air conditioner, already the most stuck, could not be lowered again the temperature. The access door to the balcony is also sealed, it is indeed the policy of the hotel to prevent unwanted things, so they cannot expect to get a slight gust of wind from there.
If so, what should they do to avoid overheating?
The two were silent for a long time, both busy thinking about the best solution so that they could sleep tonight.
Until finally, Segara sighed softly. Can't stand it, there's no better way to get rid of that sultry feeling than...
“Miss, I can undress, no?”
Uhuk! The saliva that gathered inside Lana's oral cavity instantly strayed, making her cough uncontrollably.
“H—hah? What, Sir?”
“This, I want to open.” Pulling the front of the shirt she was wearing. “Gerah, I don't feel at home. Later I sleep on the sofa deh, or I title a blanket just for me to sleep on the floor.”
Duh, piye iki?
“Duh, Miss, I'm not strong. Merem deh rem, I want to open clothes.” Without warning, Segara released his shirt that was already wet with sweat. He just threw the shirt away, which eventually landed on the sofa.
Lana, how's that woman doing? She's shocked. It was too late to close his eyes because the checkered stomach of Segara was already plastered in front of his eyes.
And as the man had said before, he actually scooped up the blanket, spread it out on the floor and immediately laid his body there.
“Pak,” call Lana.
Segara inevitably back up, “What?”
“Bantal.” Said Lana while thrusting a pillow to Segara. He did not dare to look directly at the man, so he slightly bowed.
“Oh, thank you.” Segara grabbed Lana's pillow, arranged it on the blanket and then immediately returned to lie down.
Well, this is better. Without the ba-bi-bu, Segara closed his eyes, putting his two clutched hands on his bare stomach.
“Good night, Miss.” He said, leaving a red tinge that appeared slowly on Lana's cheeks, without her knowing.
Seriate
