Mama For Mikaela
SIXTY-FIVE
“Lana,”
“Hmm?”
“If you were given one chance to go back in time, there would be nothing you want to change?”
“Hmmm Lana was silent for a long time, thinking very seriously for if she could answer just as much. The thing is, this is Kelana Larasati, who can never take anything for granted.
“For a time,” Segara voiced again because Lana still did not speak. The woman's gaze looked bright, far away on the ceiling of the empty room without any decoration. While he himself had been changing his sleeping position for a while, tilted towards Lana with one hand on the pedestal. Segara never thought that looking at the side of someone would be this attractive.
“It seems like there is no deh,” after taking a long time to think, Lana ended up answering so.
“Serious no?” Segara was more interested. If the question was addressed to him, let alone one, he would probably answer that there were so many that he wanted to change from his past. Sure, most of these were sad moments that made him almost lose his sanity.
But Lana... Is it true that no one wants her to change from her past?
“Yes, no.” This time, the answer is more certain. The plain roof on it was already unattractive, then he shifted his gaze. His goal was Segara who lay beside him. Only, he did not expect that the man was nailing his gaze towards her as he turned his head.
“Why?”
“Maybe it sounds cliche, but if there is one event or decision in the past that I changed, it means that the present that I live in will also change, right?” for a long time, sore too when Lana just turned her head. So, he began to tilt his body, making him face to face with Segara who was still reluctant to turn his gaze.
“I probably won't be able to grow up to be a mother for a child as beautiful and bright as Micah. I will not know if in this world there are people who are super good and lucky like Karenina, who can be loved so much as you. And... I may never think to marry a widower son of one.” At the end of her sentence, Lana chuckled. Very crisp voice, making the edges of Segara's lips also lifted.
“But, nowadays, the widower is more seductive know.” Segara Chirps. This is the other side that Lana first saw from a Segara Adhitama. Which is usually dominant with a cold aura, now began to throw more jokes and spread a charming smile.
“Because of experience, yes?” Lana responds.
Segara nodded, smiling wider. “Lucky you can marry me.”
Although initially turning the eyeballs off guard, in the end Lana still laughed again and nodded in agreement. “That’s why I said I don't want to change anything from the past.”
“But,” Segara changed his position again. The one hand he used for his headstool had started to tingle, so he decided to just get up and sit on the bed. “These two children have not been able to love you abundant love. Nothing at all?”
Lana's waking up. Once again seemed to think hard enough before finally nodding his head. “He said, being too hasty is not good either. Love that is too passionate will easily run out because it has already spilled over. So rather than get a rain of love from you in the beginning, better accept it little by little.”
That answer made Segara speechless. If there was a greater equivalent than just being grateful, he would use it right now. Because, no longer know how he describes the luck he received from the presence of Lana into his life.
“Lana,”
“What, Segara?”
“Can I hug?”
The smile lines on Lana's lips slowly faded away. Nope. She did not mind giving a hug to the man who was legally her husband. He's just a little nervous. It needs to be a little more in-depth into what a hug means that he will receive this time around. Is it a sign that the man's heart has begun to reopen and he is allowed to enter? Or just an expression of gratitude because he was willing to survive on the man's side even though he already knew his heart was still full by the name of his late wife?
“Can't be, huh?”
“Bby.” Lana answered, and she spread out her hands. “It would be funny if I refused to be hugged by my own husband, right?”
“Ngak. Your body is yours, you can refuse anyone who wants to touch you if you don't want it.”
Lana made a small chuckle. “Om this one widower is quite another, huh? Though you also have rights over me.”
“Obligations used to be fulfilled, only then can they demand rights. That's what Papa always taught me from the first.” While saying that, Segara moved forward. Slowly but surely, he grabbed onto Lana's body, placing his big palm on her wife's narrow back before bringing their bodies together. “My obligation is not yet full, so I do not need any rights.” He continued after resting his chin comfortably on Lana's shoulder.
“Keep, when is the plan you want to fulfill your obligations?” Lana joking. In Segara's warm embrace, he could sniff out the scent of musk that usually only sniffed faintly because their distance was never this close. The soothing aroma unconsciously made Lana close her eyes and slightly squeezed the back of the nightgown that Segara was wearing.
“The world's most successful answer.” Lana protested, but her lips smiled and her arms clung to Segara's body. “Your perfume smells good, Ga.” Imbabuhnya, commenting on the aroma of perfume that has been seizing so much attention since.
“Oh, yes?”
In Segara's arms, Lana nodded. “Finish to have papaku.”
“Wah,” after throwing one meaningless word, Segara pulled himself suddenly, making Lana moan disappointed because he was concentrating on sipping the aroma of the opium Segara body. “Pantesan from earlier you end continuously, it turns out because it looks the same scent of your papa?”
Innocently, Lana nodded. “Emang cannot, yes?”
“Not a problem can't.”
“Terus?”
“Yes I think you feel at home hugged by me because it is me, not because of the scent of perfume I look like your papa.”
Unexpectedly, Lana even laughed.
“What's funny?” Confused and scared at the same time. “I'm serious.”
“Handering, Ga.” Dwarf alone is crazy or may not know yourself, Lana doesn't care. Either lost where her embarrassment when she again splashed into Segara's arms, targeting her husband's neck to be able to sip the intoxicating aroma more. “This is the most delicious scent I've ever smelled in my life. The aroma of my papa is not like gini, more strong typical perfume aroma of father-father.”
“Let what a joke so?” although starting to feel amused because Lana's nose is still sniffing her neck freely, Segara did not try to avoid. Instead, she wrapped both arms around Lana's slender waist, bringing their bodies closer together.
“Dramatic wild. Let the effect as you ngingetin me to my papa, continue me so I have a reason to stick to you?”
“You mostly watch dramas.”
Lana was laughing again. I don't know how many times he chuckled today, and almost most of the cause is the jolts that came out of Segara's lips.
“But honestly, your perfume smells really good.” Lana said honestly, then she kept her face away from Segara's neck, turning to look closely at her husband's bead. “Ngaku, this is one of the weapons you make for girls people, yes?”
Segara did not answer, instead focusing on nailing Lana who somehow looks a thousand times more beautiful than usual.
Being stared at so made Lana who was originally still grimacing immediately shrieked. Did he just speak wrongly to offend Segara?
“Ga—“
“Sssst...” Segara cut, suddenly put one index finger on the side of Lana's lips to make the woman silent. “Shut up first, I think.”
“Think what?” the question was only Lana shouted inside the head because Segara's long finger was still locking her lips.
Minutes, no sound came out of Segara's lips. Even the finger of the man who was still reluctant to move from the lips of ranum Lana who still left a trail of grape-flavored liptint.
Until finally, Segara felt steady in what he thought and chose to voice it sooner before the belief was lost again later.
“Lana,” he called slowly.
“Hmmm?”
“You want to ask for your ‘jatah’, no?”
Seriate
