Mama For Mikaela
FIFTY EIGHT
Before going to Mama's house to pick up Micah, Segara took the time to cover first to the mall to buy a new phone. After weighing long enough, the choice fell on one unit of the latest output from a well-known brand that is a hit among young people. It's deep purple, so pretty. Do not ask why you choose the color, because Segara also does not specifically really know. He just felt, the color was suitable for Lana. Fits the personality of the woman who tends to be calm and not rash in thinking of a way out of every problem related to Micah.
The phone then brought Segara wading through the streets at work hours that jammed not playing. The sound of a simple horn, a motorbike that tucked left right until not infrequently nudged other riders, as well as some rogue individuals who chose a shortcut by breaking through the busway. The scenery is commonplace, but Segara still can not resist shaking his head to see the behavior of humans who are there.
If this was her from a few years ago, long before she met Karenina who managed to turn her into a more calm and patient figure, Segara may have gotten out of the car, he said, berating a motorcyclist who accidentally grazed his car to make his rearview mirror beret. But since this was the present Segara, who had been changed in such a way using so much love, then all he could do was sigh low and then correct the tilted left rearview position.
That was Karenina's impact on her life. So, please again, do not tell him to rush to forget the existence of the woman even though his body has long been flat with the land that hoarded him many years ago.
The sound of the genjrengan guitar that came suddenly made Segara jerked. His head turned to the right, finding two teenage—men and girls— while standing on the sidelines of a tiled vehicle. The male robs the guitar, while the female sings with her voice which—good.
In front, the traffic lights are red. Seeing the density of vehicles waiting their turn to be able to step on the accelerator pedal, the car he drives will also not be able to move in the near future.
So with his own desire, Segara lowered the car glass until it stuck. After that, he took out his wallet from his pants pocket, pulled a 50-thousand dollar bill and put it in a hat held down by the teenage girl while his lips continued to chant.
The words of thanks were heard, followed by a wide smile from a pair of teenagers before they rushed to cover leaving because the horn of the vehicle behind Segara's car began to sound again.
The rest of the melodious chant that he heard for only a few tens of seconds was finally Segara brought, he also kept it in his head as long as he sailed back the streets that were still a few kilometers away.
Meeting people who he said were less fortunate like the two teenagers had never made Segara feel sorry. Instead, he felt amazed. Because among the limitations they have, there is still a strong desire to continue to support themselves in various ways that they can. The thought also came from Karenina, the woman who taught him.
In the past, there was once when Segara invited Karenina to eat at the Indomie stall near the university where they studied, he asked why the woman never minded taking money out of her purse to give to the oncoming buskers, but not just one or two approaching while they were eating? Is it because you feel sorry?
However, the answer the woman gave was simple. He said, “There are their rights in every fortune I have. And, sharing it is not based on pity, Ga. Sharing it must be with the awareness that there is a part of others that God has left in our pockets. If we are entrusted something, yes time we want to keep it, instead of being given to the owner?”
How did Segara not go crazy, if of the many people he met, only Karenina who at that time had such thoughts?
The rest of the trip was then passed by Segara with memories of Karenina full, intact.
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Who would have thought that the journey from the mall to Mama's house finally took up to 2 hours? So crowded streets, which was triggered by the tragedy of an accident at an intersection. There was a heavy cargo truck that rolled over, eating more than half of the road so inevitably people had to be willing to queue to be allowed to pass.
Tired, the energy in Segara's body was exhausted when he stepped lunglai entering his mother's residence after parking his car with origin in the front yard. He did not plan to mince words, taking Micah home immediately so that he could rest in his warm room.
However, the plan that he arranged neatly in the head it only ended up being a plan when Mama lightly said, “Nginep aja.” With a face without sin.
The bad news, Micah who is currently sitting in a herd on Papa's lap while snacking on biscuits also nodded his head. While Lana can not give any opinion because after all it will not be considered by Mama.
“Duh, tomorrow there is a morning meeting, do not hunt if you have to leave here.” His complaint.
But the complaint was immediately dismissed by Papa. “Keburu. If you know the hours when to go out, will not be stuck stuck.” Said the man half a century, as if already pro once with the condition of the streets around.
“At the front intersection there was an accident, nguler jammed everywhere.”
“Kan accident today, tomorrow morning also already done it.” Papa still insists. “Papa still misses Micah. Please, love Papa time to be spoiled by Papa's grandson.”
“Ta—“
“If you don't want to nginep for fear of tomorrow late to the office, yes already, you go home there. But Micah same Lana barin nginep here.” Mama cut off Segara's speech that hadn't even been said in half.
Segara looked at Micah with the eyes of the nelangsa, hoping that the boy would take out his lashing stance for now so that they could return home. But alas, the boy did not seem to be in the same camp anymore as himself now. Because instead of asking to go home, Micah was getting tighter on the grandfather.
In the end, Segara was forced to give up again. With a grunt that he let out blatantly, Segara walked up the stairs, about to go to his room that he had not visited for a long time.
The distinctive aroma of room scents instantly spread filled Segara's sense of smell when the door of the room was first opened. His focus was immediately on an acoustic guitar neatly arranged in the corner of his room, along with several other objects such as reading books and some Lego collections neatly arranged on the table.
Segara walked over to his bed this time wrapped in plain sheets in dark blue. Even though he was not inhabited, he knew his room was still getting maximum care.
His bed, the more it is seen as more and more like waving, seducing him to immediately lay down there. Because it is tired to the maximum, Segara did not reject the appeal. He jumped up, immediately looking for a comfortable position then began to close his eyes, letting the fine fibers of the sheets caress him, making him fall asleep until he finally fell asleep in a short time.
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Were it not for Micah's shrill voice that felt so close to the ear, Segara might not have woken up from his deep sleep. Dizziness instantly crept to all parts of his head as he forced to instantly get up to a sitting position, opening his eyes in an instant only to find Micah was staring at him so deeply.
“Mommy,” the boy said.
Uncollected life completely makes a “Hah?” it escaped just like that, along with a frown that appeared on his forehead. “Mommy? Mommy why?”
“Mommy also wants to sleep, Daddy.” Micah chirped, this time pointing to the figure of Lana who was apparently standing in the doorway.
“Ya already,” sahut Segara, full of resignation. Unlike the mattress in his room in the house there, the mattress in his room is small, actually only fit for one person like a bachelor's mattress. But well, she couldn't possibly have told Lana to sleep in the guest room because that would only make Mama and Papa suspicious. “Miss Lana same Micah sleeping on mattress, let me degree mattress floor later.” Reciprocity. There was one floor mattress that she kept at the bottom of the wardrobe. If Mama is not nosy, the mattress should still be in place.
Lana did not say anything, still did not move from her position. Even when Segara had moved to the closet and dragged a mattress floor and held it near the bed, he was still silent to do nothing.
Feeling something strange, Segara also turned his head. Where he was even made to wonder because Lana actually seemed to focus wrongly on the existence of his acoustic guitar.
Lana was not daydreaming, she was just too concentrated on observing the thing that had caught her attention since. So when the call reached the ear, there was no surprise on his face. Calmly, the woman walked over.
When Lana got to the side of the bed, Micah who was still hanging up there knew to jump down.
“Heh, where are you going?” segara asked when he found out Micah was about to run to the door.
“Ke Oma room. Last Oma same Opa asked Micah to sleep there,” I am the boy.
“Loh, can't do that. How do Daddy keep? You got to leave Daddy? Though Daddy belain here nyusulin you.”
“Kan, there's Mommy. Udah ah, Daddy's chatty. Micah wants to go to Oma with Opa, bye bye Daddy.” Such a spirited hand-leaving was the end of their chatter. Micah's small figure in an instant had passed, disappearing along with the door that was again tightly shut.
Segara grieves, this is clearly Mama's plan. The old woman must be thinking of making him spend as much time as possible with Lana. What more purpose would it be if not to charge the grandchildren? So annoying.
“Miss Lana sleeps first, I want to take a shower first.” Said Segara and then he went to the bathroom after snatching a sleeping suit from the closet.
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The existence of a meeting that will be held early in the morning in fact does not make Segara can close his eyes as soon as possible. Presumably, the short sleep he did before the chatty Micah interrupted earlier had succeeded in sucking all the drowsiness he had for a day so now, when the clock had shown at half-time 12pm, the clock had been showing, the sleepiness is no longer there.
Segara let out a long sigh, gave up trying to close his eyes and chose to return to sit him a floor mattress bag that was not too thick. His movements were probably too sudden, until when he turned to check the surroundings, he found Lana still awake looking surprised when their gazes met.
“Oh, Miss Lana hasn't slept?” ask him to unravel the awkwardness.
Lana who was initially leaning to the right facing towards Segara finally woke up, also sitting on a soft mattress. “So afternoon I went to bed with Micah, that’s why..”.
“Ah, I see.” Segara. “I also do not sleep anymore because it had overslept.” I then.
For some time, the two went back. Silence again greeted with laughter, thinking he would rule long enough as it had been.
However, the silence was then gone, crashing without a trace when Lana voiced a question that led to a long chat.
“Pak Segara can play guitar?” asked the woman while glancing at the acoustic guitar that had attracted her attention since.
Segara also anchored the view, then nodded later. “Then could. Now, because it has not played for a long time, I do not know whether it can or not.”
“Then, how about playing again?”
Segara turned back towards Lana. “Miss Lana want to hear me play?” tanyakanya.
No hesitation when Lana nodded, “Mau.”
So just like that, Segara rose. He picked up an acoustic guitar with a teddy bear sticker on the body, and then he took it back to the bed, he put it on his lap.
“You want me to play what song?”
“You’re Gonna Live Forever in Me.” Even when saying that, Lana seemed to have thought about it for a long time. As if someone asked her what song she wanted to hear many times, she would always give the same answer.
Segara never believed in coincidence, but the song that Lana asked for was her favorite song—more to be exact, the song that she fully dedicated to Karenina.
“OK,” is the answer that became the beginning of the strumming guitar strings. Although long untouched, although he was left for quite a long time with memories that began to wear out, the tones that sounded still felt intact, managed to clear the head that was originally so cloudy.
Intro flow, flow as it is like water moving from upstream to downstream. Then when the lyrics began to be heard to every ear that was willing to hear, Segara began to open his mouth that slightly shook.
“A great big bang and dinosaurs. Fiery raining. It all ends unfortunately, but you’re gonna live forever in me. I’ll guaranteeee, just wait and see.”
“Parts of me were made by you, and planets keep thier distance too. The moon’s got a grip on the sea, and you’re gonna live forever in me. I guarantee, it’s your destiny.”
Karenin. Karenin. Karenin. The name keeps repeating along with the song that is getting to the middle. The rhythm, the consistency, everything is still the same.
Until then, when Lana's soft voice airs, splicing the lyrics along with her, Segara finds Karenina's name slowly pulled over.
“Life is full of sweet mistakes, and love’s an honest one to make. Time leaves no fruit on the three, but you’re gonna life forever in me. I guarantee, it’s just mean to be.”
“And when the pastor asks the pews, for reasons he can’t marry you. I’ll keep my word and my seat, but you’re gonna live forever in me.”
At the end of the lyrics they sang together, the gaze met. At the same point, with the same frequency. So the moment when the last stanza drew together from their lips which were once silent, they were silent, Segara for the first time found another face shadow that appeared other than Karenina's when the sacred song was played.
“I’ll guarantee, just wait and see.”
At 12 o'clock exactly, the genjrengan guitar stopped, melodious sound that airs in rhythm also turned silent. That night, for the first time, their lips glanced at each other with smiles. Like an introductory greeting that they should have said earlier at their first meeting.
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