Mama For Mikaela

SIXTY EIGHT

“Tumben you've come home at this time?” Lana was astonished to see Segara was already at home when the sun had not fully collapsed. Usually, her husband would come home when dinner was over. Or sometimes, it's almost midnight depending on how much work needs to be taken care of that day.

“Iya, would like to make a sister for Micah.” Being asked for sinless pain, making Lana almost choke her own saliva was so surprised. This... Not like the one he knew. Or maybe, who is standing in front of him is not the original State? Could it be a subtle creature that resembles her husband, or a cloned creature that was created specifically to take over the original life? Nope. Lana's watching too many mystery series!

“Home.” Said Segara again when he found Lana did not blink at all. Apparently, judging Lana feels fun too. He'll try again next time. “Our son where?” tanyakanya.

Indeed, if heard at a glance, there is nothing strange about the question and Lana could have immediately replied that Micah was currently in his room, playing with Hechi. But Lana instead returned the wrong focus on the word ‘anak kita’ which ended up making her silent. Again.

Segara realized his wife did not talk, then busy himself guess where else the wrong location of his speech. Not meet. According to him, nothing is wrong. “Why are you, anyway?” tanyanya. It is better to confirm directly to the person concerned than to be busy guessing by yourself.

“Mikha is in her room,” finally, that answer came out as well. In order to take care of herself, Lana turned around quickly, leaving Segara who was trying to remove the tie that was still hanging around her neck.

“Only? Ar hasn't returned?” Segara asked while trailing Lana. The tie that he had managed to take off was then rolled up, then put in a pocket on the side of the briefcase.

“Ar home evening. He was ngabarin, he said there was an impromptu job.” Lana explained. Segara was bearded while still trailing behind Lana until they arrived on the second floor.

“Tadi Bi Surti permission to go home quickly because Rudi has a fever, so has not had time to make dinner.” Lana gave me information. In front of the door of the room, his steps came to a halt and he turned to look at Segara who was standing looming before him. “You want then what? Let me the masakin.”

“Eat outside, yuk?” segara Proposal.

Lana did not mind, so she immediately nodded her head. After that, they walked again, going into the room. Lana stops in their room, preparing all the necessities for Segara to take a bath while her husband covers to Micah's room to check on the condition of the beloved princess.

“Baby,” Segara hit Micah's small body from behind as the boy was sitting alone on the floor, busy dressing Hechi in a football suit Arkana bought the other day.

“Daddy!” Micah exclaimed with pleasure and hugged his father. For the umpteenth time, Hechi was the victim. The innocent teddy bear was thrown far back, landing on a hard floor in an imperfectly worn outfit. One sleeve of his shirt still did not enter, making him not to look cool and instead look like a vagrant boy.

“Adik!” tagih Micah after breaking away from Segara's embrace.

Atodong so, Segara nyengir. “Iya, yes, later make sister.” Her speech. His energy was not left if he had to argue with Micah. A promise is a debt he must keep paying somehow. But more than that, he also began to think it would be exciting if there is a junior Segara in this house. Who knows, right, she could make Lana conceive a boy similar to herself? So that he has friends and does not continue to feel alone among women of different ages who are almost similar.

The relationship between father and son continued. Laughter sounded filled the entire room, getting rid of the quiet that was once still away even though it was not as bright as before. Segara's smile grew again after a long time, his laughter exploded without being held back and his heart slowly felt warmer and lighter.

Being a witness to the warm scenery, Lana was also happy. On the doorstep of Micah's room, he did not let go of his gaze, praying in his heart that happiness would always surround their little family until later. Hopefully, there will be no more hurt and heartbreak. Even if there are, hopefully they can be each other's medicine.

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Almost past midnight, Lana was still awake because Arkana had not yet returned home. The young man did not bring a spare key as he left hurriedly so Lana had to keep watch so Arkana would not have to wait too long to open the door. Segara did not know, so the man just relaxed sleeping with Micah in the room.

Lana waits in the living room, befriending Segara's mobile phone that she used to watch the booming crime drama series of late. The story is about several people who are members of a revenge group. They are made up of people who have been hurt in the past, and realize that the law never applies fairly to people like them who are in the lower layers of a life level. So they came together, strategizing in such a way as to avenge the evil deeds of criminals who escaped the law in their own way.

“If the law can run fair, surely there will be no group thinking to vigilante.” His comments when he came to the scene where the revenge group ended up bringing one of the alleged embezzlers and a bookie who never caught the police to a dock, where the police, put him in a small boat that will take him to an uninhabited remote island.

Exiled. A cruelest punishment according to Lana because loneliness can kill slowly. It is better to receive a hundred or even a thousand painful lashes whose wounds will be lost in a certain period of time, than to be left to live in a long loneliness that can kill at any time.

“I'm looking everywhere, don't know if you're here.” Segara's heavy voice made Lana's concentration crumble. Inevitably, he left the spectacle that was when it was exciting so that he could shift the focus on Segara who walked up to him.

“You're looking for me? Wh why? Micah's fussy, huh? Wake up again because of a nightmare?” pacing the question Lana vomited in one breath. Even so, it was still the head bobble that he received. “Continue, why?”

“My wife is not next to me when I wake up in the middle of the night, is it natural that I do not nyariin?” an unexpected counterattack from Segara which then makes Lana back. Even when Segara arbitrarily took a sitting position next to him, took over the phone he still held and placed it on the table, Lana still could not say anything. Let alone making a sound, his body felt frozen now.

“What are you doing here, hmm? Why haven't you slept?” ask Segara. His heavy and hoarse voice similar to lullaby which is miraculously able to invite extreme drowsiness. Though until a while before Segara came, Lana still felt fit.

“I...” what? Me what? Why is Lana's brain suddenly dead-end now? God fucking. The problem is, the dark bead that now looks at him so intense it is like forcing him to go deeper, chasing in a stretch of field that is only overgrown with colorful flowers. There is no way out, no way to escape the temptation of beautiful flower petals while it is like a butterfly hunting for honey. “I...”

“Hmm? You what?” damn it again, Segara's voice sounds more melodious, making more opium until Lana is not aware that she has entered into a magic spell that the man spread secretly. Even unconsciously, like having lost half sanity, Lana's gaze actually slowly fell on the thick lips of Segara.

Another bad news came when Segara's hands stretched forward, fixing Lana's long mane which was then cupped to the back by using a large hairpin black color. There will always be stray strands that go off track, like they deliberately do so in order to be the reason for the romantic scenes of Korean drama.

“N—no,” so much time passed, finally Lana can talk again. “Not, not that.”

“Continue, why?”

“I'm waiting for Ar.” Lana was honest in the end. Not that he wanted to lie, but indeed he could only speak properly now even though his heart was still beating uncomfortably, similar to the noisy and provocative drums of war. “He didn't bring a spare key, so I waited for him.” The impact, so as not to cause misunderstandings.

“Ar not home.” Said Segara after exhaling slowly.

Hearing that, Lana turned her head in shock. The reason, Arkana himself said he would still go home even if it had to be more than late at night. There's no way Arkana's lying, is there? Wh-wh-what for? There's no luck either.

“But, Ar says—“

“He told me he didn't come home tonight. He nginep in the house of his acquaintances because there is a project that they must discuss until the completion.” As a supporter of his remarks, Segara took out a cell phone from his sleeping pants pocket and thrust it at Lana after she opened a chat room with Arkana.

Lana was dumbstruck to see a line of sentences that validated Segara's statement. His shoulders felt limp, falling helplessly because he realized his wait for almost 2 hours had ended in vain.

“Ar don't tell me,”. Very weak movement of his hand when returning the phone belonging to Segara. “Good.”

Instead of being concerned, Segara chuckled softly. “She has your chat anyway, maybe you are not reading because it is too fun to watch drama.”

“Not possible.” Lana ngotong's. Any notifications he's turned on. Strange also if he can get missed even if there is a chat that enters, it will definitely appear in the pop up.

“Try check hape you,” Segara proposes. He could not help but smile to see Lana's disappointed face.

Convinced she's not wrong, Lana confidently snatches her phone. When the screen was on, what was seen was still the last scene of the drama he was watching. Then after he exited the page where he watched the drama streaming, then he found there were many notifications from various applications on his phone.

And from the many notifications that came in, there was one message from Arkana that informed the youth's uncertainty as Segara previously said. Bizarrely. Because as long as he watched, there was absolutely no tinkling of any notification, nor did anything pop up as usual.

Pined. He looked back at Segara with the nelangsa. Think, how can it? How could he waste hours waiting for something that would not come?

“Don't disturb mode must be active, so you can't notification messages in the pop up. Her voice is also non-existent, right?” Segara is not the origin of guessing. Because, he also often activates the feature when he does not want anything to interfere with his focus on work.

Still too shocked, Lana did not reply. Indeed, all the facilities created by humans to support our survival always have plus and minus points. Well, the name is also man-made, definitely not perfect.

“Udah, don't be sad.” Segara took over Lana's phone. In an instant, he was already busy fiddling with the phone to disable ‘do not disturb’ mode so that similar events do not reoccur. “Nih, I'm dead. Wis, now we go up, sleep.” He returns Lana's phone, then grabs her hand to get up with him.

But because Lana seems still in shock and long time no response, Segara became his own scourge. Finally, he took the initiative to carry Lana's body, transporting her up to the room despite having to be tinged with the light beating drama that happened many times.

“Ga! Down!”

“Jeez, fear of falling!”

“Country!”

Don't care. Segara continued his steps. With the weight of Lana is not much, it is not difficult for Segara to keep his wife's body in his trunk. Even if Lana revolts a lot, Segara believes his grip will not be separated.

“ADHITAMA COUNTRY!!!”

And it was the last scream Lana could let out because the next second, her lips had been forced into silence. With what else? Obviously with thick lips Segara who had been anxious to scoop Lana's property that did not stop pouting.

Ah, it seems, it will happen again...

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