Mama For Mikaela
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Lana's face was completely flushed when her net collided with Segara's property on it. Somehow at first, he did not remember much. The last time he knew was Segara asked if he wanted ‘jatah’ him or not, and he was not sure if what he gave the man was a nod or a headband.
What is clear, when his consciousness began to return, Segara knew already on it, supporting the weight of his body with both muscular arms that brace Lana so as not to go anywhere.
“Your first time?” ask Segara. One hand stretched out, removing the scattered strands of Lana's hair covering part of her face.
“Y—yeah.” Lana. After all, why did Segara ask if this was the first for him or not? If he says he has been in a relationship before, the man will feel disappointed because it turns out that marrying a girl is not a guarantee that he will get a virgin? “Is that matter?”
“It is.” Segara's hand moved down, touching the side of Lana's cheek that was as red as a boiled crab. “I need to know, so that I am not wrong in treating you.” Then a swab he made using his fine long fingers.
“So, it’s not about while I’m a virgin or not?”
“I don’t fcking care if you’re not. All women are valuable, there is no story they become despicable just because it is not virgin. Only colossal humans who think like that.”
“O—oh, okay.” Lana gets more nervous as Segara's fingers move down, now exploring the neck of his open row. Continue down to touch his bare shoulder because his outer nightgown is already lying on the floor, leaving a dress with a thin rope that seems to be torn immediately if Segara behaves a bit anarchic.
“You can always tell me to stop. If there is a movement I make you uncomfortable, and you do not want to continue, do not hesitate to tell me.”
Lana did not know that it was the beginning of a long journey through a night full of flowers. Because before he could answer, the face of Segara knew was getting closer to him. Eye contact occurs for a few seconds, until then Lana completely freezes when Segara's lips touch hers, greeting gently and full of feeling.
Her age may be said to be mature, but for matters of romance, especially involving this kind of skinship, Lana is still a child. Proven from the way to return Segara's kiss with a hoax. Confusion determines the rhythm to compensate for the movement of Segara which has been made so slowly.
Because of the odd movements plus the greater nervousness, Lana becomes more easily out of breath. Fortunately, the more experienced Segara quickly understood, always pausing their link at the right time so that Lana could take a breath before her empty lungs jumped.
“We can do it slowly. No need to rush, no need to think that you should be able to weigh me.” Segara said that before anchoring a kiss on Lana's forehead, a most telling step that is in fact powerful to lower Lana's anxiety level by more than half. “We’re going to make love, not just having s*x.”
“What is the difference between making love and having s*x?” in the middle of her breathing that was still trying to be regulated, Lana took the time to ask.
Segara smiled faintly before answering. “Making love means we’re trynna build a bond, but having s*x means nothing. We can only make love with people we love, but having s*x can be done with anyone because the most important of having s*x only release the desire that is in themselves.”
“S—so, we’re gonna make love? I mean—“
“Yes, to build a bond. As a first step I fulfill my duty as a husband. It is the obligation to love you sincere love and affection.”
Their time is plenty, but if spent talking too much, they will not reach their true end. So Segara again took a step closer. What he's targeting this time is Lana's neckline. Snow-white neck that he gave warm kisses, making the owner with all his strength to refrain from passing strange sounds that will only make you embarrassed later.
The longer, the more the surface of Lana's skin is visited by Segara's thick lips. Neck, collarbone, shoulder, until it ends on the back of his hand that was frowned for quite a long time—longer than the rest of Lana's body.
Sweat points began to appear on Lana's face, the result of nervousness was also too hard an attempt to refrain from making any unclear changes.
Segara knows, holding back at a time like this is excruciating. So in such a calm voice, he whispered right next to Lana's ear, telling the woman that it was okay to make a sound. It was a normal reaction, not a disgrace, to be held in such a way.
“Bby?” despite exploring all exposed skin surfaces, Segara still asked permission to lower the dress strap that was draped on Lana's shoulder.
“Wait,” Lana held Segara's hand that had not even touched the rope of her dress. “Can we turn off the light? I'm shy.”
“You want that?”
Lana nodded. “Bby?”
“Sure.” Segara did not mind when it had to pause their activities to turn off the main lights. Now only a yellow colored sleep lamp is left that the light is not as much. Some of the light shimmered and was only able to illuminate Lana's face, adding an intimate and warm impression.
His spirit created from the dim lights made the two human beings forget all the pleasantries, decided to move a little faster so as not to first come morning.
The more movement, the more sweat they produce, the more empty their minds become.
The night was still quite young, they were also not being hunted by anything. So, Lana and Segara agreed to undergo their first ‘night of late with a relaxed tempo.
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The annoying smile that Arkana gave almost made Segara lose his appetite. Do not know also why the kunyuk can sniff the activity ‘panas’ in his room last night. There was nothing different when he went down to the table to enjoy breakfast.
“Different,” like can read minds, Arkana nyeletuk so. “Aura lo different, like a person who has won the lottery.” The young man continued, then glanced at Lana who was busy feeding Micah in the opposite seat.
Segara tried to pay attention to his ears, pretending not to hear anything Arkana said and just continued to feed the rice into his mouth. But basically Arkana was nosy, the young man inching, then whispered right in his ear to make him glare.
Said the young man, “Gue request niece boy, yes, so I can play games together.”
“Lo if ngoceh mulu I gampar, yes, Ar.” Segara threatened. Not whispering anymore, he said it out loud to make Lana and Micah turn their heads.
“Daddy why?” micah asked with her mouth half full.
“Om Ar tuh, chattering directly from earlier, disturb Daddy eat.” Segara Adu. Upside down now, like Micah was a mother and she was a four-year-old boy who complained of being bullied by friends while playing. “Omelin gih,” he continued pumping.
Knowing her father was bullied, Micah glared fiercely. Faking it out and pushing himself too hard to look fierce, Micah ended up being laughed at by Arkana instead.
“What, anyway, Micah? Do you think that if you were like that, Om Ar would be scared? Nope, it's even more jubilant, lah.” Then a pinch landed on the boy's left cheek.
“Ih! Don't hold Micah's cheek! Hand Om Ar dirty!”
“Clean, yes! It's delicious!”
“Kotor!”
“Clean!”
“Kotor! There is a upilnya!” Micah pointed at Arkana's open palm. There was no upil there, Micah was just making it up.
“Yeu, bocil base.” Reluctant to continue the debate, Arkana scooped up Micah's little face using the hand that he was accused of having an uplift. “No slander, sin.”
“Mommy! Om Ar, here!”
“Ar, udah.” Lana mediates.
As if hearing the most magical line of incantations, Arkana actually stopped teasing Micah and returned to her quiet sitting position. Not using any more words, the young man used his legs to nudge Segara's feet many times, making his brother-in-law with all his might to hold back emotions.
“Ar, swear, yes.” Immediately spoke in a stifled voice. All my life, this is the first time Arkana has looked the most annoying. He no longer even knew he had to make his brother-in-law stop.
As for Arkana, the sewot response from Segara is like a fuel that increasingly supports his spirit to flirt. Ahhe... It's delightful. He'll probably do it all day, every week, a month. As much as he can!
This was not solely because he was nosy and wanted to seek entertainment for himself. But more to the small celebrations he made for the success of the bold steps Segara has taken. The years passed with sadness over Karenina's departure were indeed over. It's time Segara started filling his life with more laughter, more love he gave and got from Lana. It should be happy that it is away, because the storm that hit Segara was so great yesterday.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Arkana is the most grateful person right now.
Seriate
