Mama For Mikaela

SIXTY SEVEN

The memory of ‘activity panas’ he did together with Lana last night made Segara concentration level almost at 0. He continued to ring out Lana's soft voice echoing her name, as well as a red face that seemed timid to receive every touch she gave all over the woman's body. In terms of self-control, Segara could say that he was quite an expert. But last night, he almost lost control of himself so anxious he was at the funny reaction Lana showed.

Can no longer continue the rest of the work that is not too urgent, Segara turned the chair. The view of the daytime sky which was a clash between the beautiful blue and white colors was well presented before his eyes through a large clear glass window.

For some time, he was stunned, amazed to see all the beauty that God freely presents to humans. Until then, the shadow of Lana's face again seized his attention. The beautiful expanse of the sky faded, replaced by the adorable look Segara found when he first opened his eyes this morning.

Unlike the monotonous days he had spent over the past few years, Segara started his day with a flowery feeling. The spoiled bruises that he had not felt for a long time came back, when he found the innocent face of Lana sleeping in her arms. Their bodies were still equally clean, only wrapped in a thick blanket that even had time to sag to make Lana's smooth shoulders exposed.

As if he did not want his wife's shoulders to be enjoyed by dead objects in the room, Segara raised again the blanket they used to cover to the limit of Lana's neck. Then he hugged Lana tighter, letting Lana's nose touch the chest of her bare field.

If only he did not have the obligation to come to the office, Segara would have spent more time lying down and keep his eyes closed while hugging Lana's tiny body more tightly. It might take all day. It will probably take a lot of missed minutes until he is willing to release Lana from her warm embrace.

“Project runs smoothly does not mean Mr. Segara can be lazy.” Adella's voice interrupts, making Segara gasp and drawn back to the conscious. He immediately turned the chair, frowning slightly as he looked at Adella who walked towards him while carrying a lunch box.

“There is a name, Del. At least you can knock on the door first before entering.” Ocehniah.

Do not accept dikatai akhlakless alias do not have adab, Adella thunts. He put the lunch box he brought to Segara's table with a slight slamming motion, making the boss gasp and gawk in disbelief. “I've knocked many times, but I didn't say anything at all.” Adella defended herself. Not afraid, the woman began to cross each other, staring fiercely at the figure of Segara like a mother who was about to scold her son. “As per SOP, I can enter if you do not reply after the fifth beat. Here, I only run the task according to SOP and it is precisely the Father who violated.” Further.

“I didn't hear you sleepuk.” Segara. As he remembered, he did not hear a knock. Maybe he's so drowned in his mind about Lana.

“How do you want to hear if you are busy daydreaming?” accuse Adella, on target.

But not his name if you want to give up just like that. Moreover, this has to do with the authority of a leader. “I don't daydream.” He dodged.

Adella turned the eyeballs off guard. From the morning when his boss came to the office, he had already kissed a strange gelagat. Segara's usual face look serious suddenly turned more calm. In fact, Adella could clearly see the curvature in both corners of the man's lips, indicating a good thing that then affected his mood.

Actually, it's not a bad thing. Even if Segara can smile more often when coming to the office. Because after all, the mood of a good leader will also affect many employees. But if the good mood even makes the power of concentration Segara decreased, obviously can not be left alone.

“You've eaten?” asked Segara suddenly, making Adella inevitably lower her tension to nod her head.

“Good.” Segara nodded. Then, the lunch box presented in front of him began to open, he observed one by one the contents and then he again raised his head to look at Adella. “Today I have no meeting schedule with clients, right?” tanyakanya. While her gaze was still on Adella, her hands began to move scooping the food, then carrying a small mouthful into her mouth.

“Nothing. Mr. free until tomorrow afternoon. Why?” Adella asked back. Rarely does Segara make sure his schedule is like this.

“I want to go home quickly, yes. An hour before the return. Can?” ask Segara. It has become a habit. He will always ask Adella for permission if he has to go home quickly or can not get into the office. Though in hindsight, he had the authority to govern his own presence.

Adella thought for a while, remembering first if there is a job that requires Segara to remain stand by in the office even though there are no meetings with clients. When he was sure that there was nothing, he nodded his head.

“OK, thanks, Del.”

Adella just nodded her head, then resigned because there was still work to take care of. After all, why did he linger in Segara's room? To watch the man eat while continuing to smile? No, thank you. Although he was so curious what would succeed in making a Segara Adhitama similar 21-door refrigerator melt, Adella would not bother to spend time to ask.

After Adella left, Segara continued his lunch more solemnly. The bribe-by-bribe that ended up in the empty lunch box that Adella brought was enough to prove that a good mood does affect so many things. In his usual days, Segara could hardly spend his lunch. There are always things that make him leave the lunch box half full.

After eating, Segara washed his throat using mineral water that is always available indoors. He took one medium-sized bottle, then downed it to the toilet leaving an empty bottle which he then squeezed in such a way before he finally dumped it in the trash.

Previously, Segara wanted to go back to work. Well, just checking the work of its employees, not a job that will really drain energy and excessive concentration. However, the existence of a silent mobile phone on the desk made Segara undo his intentions.

Segara pulled his phone closer. When double-tapped, the screen of the originally extinguished phone lit up, displaying a wallpaper with a photo of him holding Micah. It was a photo they took late last year, when they went on holiday to Bandung just by themselves. The status bar in the upper left corner shows 13:29. Almost half two, but the tumben once the phone is quiet from the notification that usually comes in a row. Every lunch hour and after Micah's nap time is over, Lana will usually send messages. It is not far from the account of what lunch Micah ate and how long Micah took that day.

The lack of notifications on the phone made Segara wonder. What happens at home, until Lana does not have time to update it as usual? Is the woman doing homework that is actually Bi Surti's duty as she has always done without her knowledge?

Not wanting to guess, Segara also immediately dialed Lana number on video call mode. He had to wait long enough, to end up accepting that his call had not been lifted.

At first she was still trying to think positively, maybe Lana was accompanying Micah to take a nap or the woman was in the bathroom. But after he tried calling four more times and still no answer, Segara turned riled up.

“God...” softly, in the heart still pray that nothing is happening.

Bad thoughts and memories of the terror he had received in the past returned to his head. For the past weeks, he lived his life too peacefully, to the point that he had forgotten that his life was still not okay because the perpetrators of the exploration of his family still had not met as well.

Until finally, one loud clink made Segara rush to check his phone. The message came from Lana. A picture was sent to him without any frills of any message making him want to ask.

Segara's stomach that had only felt full was now suddenly nauseous, his head was dizzy and his breathing became short because his heart rate also increased. Only then did he feel his life was adem ayem, starting to be able to get closer to Lana and only going to open his heart wider, the Micah even existed.

Knowing that Micah would no longer be persuaded, Segara finally took a deep breath. It was so long, to the point that he thought it might be the last time he could breathe. Then, instead of reading a row of replies that Lana sent, Segara chose to dial the woman's number once again.

It didn't take long, the phone was connected. Micah's face was welcoming, his red nose seemed to represent how much he rubbed in an effort to get rid of the snot that came out while he was crying.

“Why?” ask Segara in a soft voice as silk. Despite Lana's explanation, he still wanted to hear directly from Micah's lips.

But, Micah did not answer. The boy looked away, hiding himself in his mother's chest.

“Mikha, Daddy is the same as you, even ngelengos.”

Still same. Micah still refused to speak. Her little hands hugged Lana tightly, like giving her a code so her mother wouldn't let go of her arms and told her to talk to her father. If it could be shed, Micah would probably say that he was very lazy to talk to his father because the end result would remain the same. He will not be allowed to have a sister, as he already has.

Segara massaged the base of his nose, feeling the super duper's dizziness bother. He was reluctant to say this, but he kept saying it because he was tired of seeing Micah sulking for the second time for the same reason.

“Ya already, yes, can have a sister.” She glanced timidly at Lana. Sure enough, the woman immediately threw him a surprised look, between ready and not ready to hear his chirping that impressed the origin. For that, she could only stare back at Lana as if saying through her eyes; “Yes how else, her son wants.”

Already agreed so, Micah was still reluctant to speak. Just keep her face away a little, peeking at the phone screen to make sure her father is still there.

“Daddy says please.” Segara repeated his statement. Just in case Micah had not caught what he was saying because he was still busy lashing out.

Only then, Micah would devote his attention back to Segara. Wiping away the remaining tears with his small hand, the boy snatched the phone from Lana's hand, taking over the call. Now that is slapped in front of Segara really only the face of the stye Micah is still flushed.

“Totally can?” ask the boy in a hoarse voice.

“Bby, but there are conditions.”

“What?”

“Ngot able to cram continuously. If you want to have a sister, Micah has to be a good boy. How do you want to play with his sister and then you still like to snack?" Segara explained. Micah seemed to think, he looked like an adult who was about to negotiate. “Can, no?”

Starting with a slow breath, Micah's head then nodded. “Can, Daddy.”

“Appointment?”

“Eheum, promise.”

“Good girl's. Now, you take a nap. Don't be naughty, don't make Mommy dizzy. Later come home from work Daddy bring your favorite biscuits.”

“But Daddy also promised you a sister?”

“Iya, promise.”

“Okeeeee Daddy!” micah's face immediately turned bright. Gone was his depression, vanished out of nowhere. After that, the call was just cut off, making Segara moan disappointed. He still wants to talk, at least with Lana.

“Your son, Ren, Ren, his behavior.” His complaint. The difference, in the complaints this time, there was no longer a shadow of Karenina's figure present. He has already let it go. It will no longer force the woman to come because she realized, holding her for too long to stay involved in every world problem will only make the woman's path to ‘eternity’ hampered.

That afternoon, Segara was determined, he would start his new life. Happier, with more chest.

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