Mama For Mikaela
SIXTY
Calm down what is it? After the death of Karenina, it feels Segara is no longer familiar with the word. The days are complicated, runyam, rumpang. Like today, for example. When he was just able to sigh in relief because the meeting went smoothly even though he was almost late coming to the office and some of the projects he was working on with the help of Adella and Arkana started to look good, he was actually again made angry when he found a short message that entered his phone, just when he was actually preparing to go home.
The message was sent from a foreign, unknown number that Segara could not even guess who it belonged to. And, as he read the contents of the message, the fret he felt spread everywhere. His head felt heavy again, his breathing was blocked and he could barely move the tip of his tongue to just say a word or two.
There, an unknown person asked to meet because there were things to say related to Papa's illness a few months ago. To him, someone sent a location where they had to meet at exactly 8 p.m.
The problem was, the location given by that person was located not far from the company building. Where it is a former field of projects that have been mangkrak for almost a dozen years. Meeting a stranger in an abandoned place whose surroundings contained only rusty old iron and tall weeds towering almost above his height was a reckless act. It would be foolish if he agreed to the invitation only because of his extreme curiosity.
But, well, Segara's a fool. Because here it is now. It had been 5 minutes he was standing at the end of the street, noticing the skeletons of buildings that were dozens of meters tall towering. The vines thrive framing the framework of that never-ending building, adding to that mystical and wasted impression that many times more.
The smell of rusty iron mixed with the smell of grass when the wind blew against Segara's body. Cold ambushed, but it was not enough to make him tremble. Especially when his eyes found a human figure moving closer from a distance. He emerged from within the darkened frame of the building, walking about like a thief with a head that repeatedly turned to the right and to the left.
The closer the swing of steps brought the person to him, Segara also ventured to take his own steps. He walked closer with a rhythmic swing of steps, both wide and consistent.
Until they arrive at one middle point, leaving a distance of 3 steps from each other. Someone who stood in front of him then opened the skull from the jacket he was wearing, until it appeared in Segara's eyes glaring terrified eyes as well as lips that vibrated violently.
Segara tried to stay calm. His regular breathing helped him to think more clearly when suddenly, someone unzipped his jacket to reveal a familiar uniform. The light blue uniform with black interludes in the collar and button folds is a special uniform for office boys and office girls in his company. Which means, this person is part of those who work there.
“Say,” the word. Seeing the body of a man who might be only a few years older than him it began to tremble, Segara did not have the heart to make a voice that was too intimidating. In addition, he also did not want the man's fear to make him stop saying what he should have known.
“I Nurdin, Sir.” The man started. Segara nodded as a sign that the introductory part could be skipped immediately and they should immediately move on to the point. “I ... I am an office boy who has worked in my office for the last 5 years. And...”
Pause long enough to make Segara bogeyetan. It was not that patient, so in a voice only slightly higher, he ordered the man named Nurdin to proceed immediately.
“I don't know where to start, sir, I'm confused. But clearly, I just want to tell you that a few months before Mr. Damian fell ill, he had taken herbal tea that I regularly deliver every morning.”
“Teh herb?” starting from that moment, Segara put on a cautious attitude. “Teh what herbs? Where did you get it from? And, why do you dare to love that to my papa?”
Nurdin bit his lower lip for a long time. At least enough to make Segara's patience increasingly eroded.
“Say. I want to hear everything.”
Next, Nurdin took a deep breath. It looked like he only had one chance to do so. “I got that herbal tea from someone I don't know who. The tea was put in my locker, along with a letter and an envelope with money. At that time, I was in need of money for my mother's medical expenses, sir. But what makes me want to give the tea to Mr. Damian is because he said the tea is good for Mr. Damian's health. I ... I'm negligent, Sir, I—“
Nurdin's sentence was not completed. The fat-haired man dropped himself in front of Segara, kneeling down for forgiveness with his head bowed deeply. “I did not know that herbal tea may contain something that actually worsens Mr. Damian's health condition. Weeks after the herbal tea was drunk, I saw Mr. Damian was okay, so I believed that the tea was good for him. I know I was wrong, sir. But, please, don't report me to the police, yes, sir. I'm not fired, but please don't involve the police. I'm the backbone of the family, sir. If I go to jail, no one else makes a living. I—“
“I won't report to the police.” The statement managed to make Nurdin who was still downed immediately raised his head back. “But, I want you to bring herbal tea that you have given to my papa. There's still, right?”
“Still, Sir!” Nurdin replied with enthusiasm. “Still I keep it in my locker. Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning I immediately bring to the room Mr.”
“One more. I also want you to bring me the letter you said earlier. That's also still you save, right?”
“Still, Sir. Everything I still keep in my locker.”
“Good.” That's all, and then Segara turned his back. However, before he actually stepped away, Segara turned around again. Only to have Nurdin who was still kneeling immediately stand up and rush home.
Afterwards, Segara stepped wide, away from the area with a thumping chest (in a bad sense). If everything goes well, a way to get to someone who has dared to interfere with his family's life will be closer.
Throughout his steps, Segara could only continue to pray. Pronounce the sentences of the request that God facilitate all his affairs from now on. Because he was getting tired, had begun to careless at the strange situation that constantly disrupted his life.
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No more staying. At least, that's what Segara thought when he parked his car exactly in the same place as last night. But again, he was forced to give up.
Micah was not there. His beloved little one was apparently taken away by his grandparents to a place, somewhere because Lana as the only person left at home was not told at all.
“They left from what time?” asked Segara as he stepped closer to the middle room. His hand moved the sewot releasing the old gray tie that was attached to the collar of the shirt. After succeeding, he rolled it up with a movement that was not less sewot before he slammed onto the table.
“Fifteen minutes before Mr. Segara comes.” Lana answered timidly. He already knew of this kind of reaction that would arise, but still his heart was not ready to see how tough and cold Segara was in the face of a situation that he thought was unpleasant.
Segara breathed out hard. The effect, it made Lana's guts shrivel. He did not dare to raise his head again, choosing to bow to his toes with pink slippers.
“Before leaving, Micah has eaten?”
“Miss Lana—“
“I also already.” She was so confident when she answered that. Though not necessarily what Segara wanted to ask exactly as he thought. But seeing the absence of denial, it seemed like he was not misdirected. “Pak Segara himself, have you eaten?” and that question is just a diversion. Just so she has a reason to look at her husband.
A slab is accepted, followed by a sentence to support not which was originally only a movement. “I have business outside, so no time for dinner.”
“You eat now? Let me be readyin.”
Usually, Segara will refuse with his flagship sentence; “Thank you, I can myself”. But whether there is any wind, the man even nodded his head, followed by a sentence; “Iya. Please, yes, Miss.” Which then makes Lana immediately gas to the kitchen without saying anything more.
A country left behind is not that stupid. She understood that Lana was being misbehaved, even though she did not know what exactly made the woman feel that way.
Only a faint smile could Segara present to Lana's back before it completely disappeared into the turn. Then one short sentence followed when the figure was completely gone.
“My new wife is funny, Ren.”
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“Mama with Papa nginep at the hotel, you are the same Lana keep the house. Relax, just last night kok.”
No need to expect much. Because Segara did not dare to do it. He did not even try to answer Mama's words because he knew that before his voice came out through the esophagus, the old woman would have hung up the phone first.
“Terden, deh. Take it there, bring it. Where to cake, up.” Finally, he could only nag on the screen of the extinguished phone. Then the innocent object ended up lying on the floor mattress that he had named in preparation for sleep.
“Not coming home, yes, sir?”
Segara answered Lana's question with a nod of his head, then he turned to the bed where the woman was sitting cross-legged facing him. Because the agenda of tonight's stay was far from expected, Lana was forced to wear her t-shirt and training pants. Fortunately, someone has. Well, even though it's still a bit of greatness.
“Besok morning I ask Arkana to pick me up here if Micah has come home, so later I can go straight home. Tired me if you have to sleep on a mattress floor continues, not comfortable.” His speech.
The bad news, the speech was misinterpreted by Lana as a form of discomfort so suddenly, the woman jumped down from the bed.
Segara was clearly confused. He looked at Lana who now turned to sit on the floor mattress that he would actually sleep on again tonight.
“I'm the only one sleeping here tonight. Replace.” Tell that woman.
Today, it looks like Segara did have to sigh more. I don't know how many times he's done, and he still doesn't feel okay.
Hey, that's not it. It's really not that I want to make Lana switch positions with her tonight. He just wants them to be able to go home to their own home, sleep on their respective mattresses which will certainly be much more comfortable because there is no need to worry about the presence of Mama and Papa. That's all, God. But why did it get to Lana's ear to be something else?
“Duh, I mean no.” Suddenly, Segara crouched down, making his face and Lana's face become parallel and only separated a distance that is not much. “This floor mattress has long been not used, it is hard. If I am not comfortable, what else is Miss Lana.” He said as he patted the floor mattress.
“I have no problem sleeping here. Still tender.” Lana followed up patting, but she ended up grimacing because it turned out that the floor mattress she was going to sleep on was not as thick as it seemed.
“Not there, Miss Lana don't have to be weird.” Without excuse, Segara touched Lana's wrist. Then without permission too, he pulled the woman's arm, making her inevitably stand up all of a sudden... Well, cliche, Lana's body was piled up and then there was a scene that was soap opera abis. Cheapo! But such scenes do make the most sense and can happen to anyone.
It was not the first time their bodies stuck together like that. But in a conscious state, this is clearly the first and they probably would never have done it if not accidentally.
But strangely, already knowing such a cuddling position made them equally uncomfortable, there was still no one among them who took the initiative to distance themselves first. What is, they even look at each other in silence while permeating each other's heartbeats.
Perhaps, if the affected Segara phone does not suddenly sound, they will stay in that position until morning. Until Mama and Papa return, they find them and think they are a newlywed couple who are in a dearest condition.
The phone that was still roaring was then Segara sambar after he released his embrace with a slow movement. It's nothing, he just doesn't want to seem too anti on Lana if she lets go of their arms with a sudden move. No, lah. Segara still has a conscience not to let Lana think badly of herself.
“I pick up the phone first, Miss Lana just sleep first. Above, yes, not here.” He said, then galloped out of the room and began busy talking to someone over the phone.
Segara was gone, his voice was no longer heard. However the effects left behind from their physical contact still left Lana's body frozen in place. His heart rate was getting out of control, it felt like someone had deliberately set up a time bomb and the rest he had only stayed a few seconds before it exploded, destroying everything.
With the countdown still running, Lana collapses. Sitting helplessly on a mattress on the floor, only to raise a question in the head; is this what it's called to fall in love? Or is he just being too much?
Seriate
