Mama For Mikaela
SEVENTY
It feels a little crowded, yet warm and comfortable. More or less, that is how Lana can describe how she feels today, when she first opened her eyes in the arms of her husband, Segara Adhitama. The possessiveness that Segara showed through the tight arms around Lana's waist as if to affirm to his wife, that from now on, Lana belongs to Segara, and vice versa. Segara seemed to want to prove to Lana that he could be a good husband, a husband who always makes his wife feel comfortable and safe.
Lana knows, their journey is still long. What Segara did to her still could not make Lana arrogantly say that the man had loved her completely. But, it's okay. Just as Segara willingly opened his heart to receive his presence, Lana would. It was fine for Lana to wait until the door of Segara's heart was fully open, so that she could enter and settle there for quite a long time.
The sun is still shining out there. The light is not how not yet able to penetrate the bone white curtain that binds the access door to the balcony. Or maybe he didn't want to. Perhaps he did refrain from shining too hot, so that the couple's sleep remained sound until later it was time they had to rise to live the day with a new spirit.
Lana reached out slowly, touching Segara's closed eyelids. From there, Lana's fingers continued to move down, stroking her nose, cheeks, until it ended on the side of her unlucky lips.
Long before this, not once in her head had Lana ever imagined that she would end up receiving this kind of treatment from a man who initially only wanted to make her a connecting mother for his daughter. No. gabe. More than that, Lana never thought about getting married just to be a mother for a child.
“Morning, Mommy.” Lana gasped when the lips she was touching were moving, open slowly issued a sentence that still felt foreign. ‘Mommy’. The call was common for Lana to hear from Micah's chatty lips, but from her father's iron-talking lips, the call sounded different.
Lana was about to keep her fingers away, when suddenly, the thick lips bit her softly, making the owner surprised but not enough strength to scream.
“You've been snacking, huh, Mom? Your finger is salty.” The curse came along with the opening of Segara's eyes, followed by a mild twitch that made Lana's cheek immediately felt hot.
Embarrassed. Obviously, lah. Who wouldn't be ashamed if asked like that? And even though he did not end up picking up what he was accused of, Lana still could not provide a defense. Too frozen. Too lack of stock words to be thrown when the focus is just glued to the shady netra Segara who looked at him closely.
“Home.” He said, then he bit back on Lana's fingertips and landed a kiss there afterwards. Only then, Lana's fingers were released. “Your cheeks are red, Mom. Cute.” Suddenly connect.
Reflexes, Lana moves closer, just so she can immerse her tomato-red face in the chest of the warm Segara field. “Stop it.” Lana muttered, faintly heard because she too tightly hid the face on her husband's chest.
The natural reaction that Segara will always give to Lana every time he succeeds in flirting is a crisp laugh that sounds without burden. Even so, Lana was still not used to it. Although Lana knows that laughter is a form of consolation from Segara for himself. Although Lana knew the laughter did not mean to corner her, let alone to the point of making her bad, Lana still could not get used to it.
Spoiled degup more clearly felt. Especially when Lana felt the sturdy arm of Segara who was originally a henchman at the waist began to move up, reaching Lana's back and ending up giving soothing strokes that are like to represent a thousand and one soothing words that Segara is not an expert in stringing.
“Mom,” the whisper was clear, for it was said exactly once in Lana's ear. Making it not only goosebumps because the roar of warm breath Segara slaps the surface of the sensitive ear skin, but also makes Lana reflex distanced herself.
And that's when, Lana again found a gaze that still felt foreign. He still refused to believe that the gaze was aimed at him. Refusing to be overconfident out of fear will only end up hurting his own feelings with expectations he harbors too high.
“What?” for a long time, Lana was finally able to speak again. Of course with a good effort. Because his heartbeat and breathing are very difficult to set back to normal.
“Can I have my morning kiss first?” ask Segara. That moment, instead of targeting Lana's lips, the shady gaze still settled right on his wife's bead. Like intentionally. Like he had planned to bring Lana in deeply, wander there until satisfied, until the woman forgot her way home. “Bby?” ask him again.
Lana did not answer. More precisely, be reluctant to say ‘by’ or ‘not’ because both will make him feel bad. So instead, Lana lowered her gaze, skinning her healthy thick lips. Then, with the shame aside, he moved forward, kissed the lips once and immediately distanced himself as quickly as possible. Before the onset, before he does not know how to stop sipping the sweetness from there.
“Wake up, you need to get ready to go to work.” Kala said that, Lana's gaze was already running everywhere. The shame is still a lot left, it is not that easy to be eliminated completely even though it looks like it would be better if he could.
Torn, more like a prisoner who was about to escape from captivity, Lana withdrew from Segara's embrace. But before he actually managed to escape, Segara again made his heartbeat almost stop.
Lana's body was taken over, her back met with a soft mattress surface while on it, Segara stared inside, like he was putting together a strategy for ‘attacking’ nonstop.
“Ga,” in the middle of nervousness, Lana is trying to stay calm. One hand outstretched, intending to hold Segara's chest as she felt her husband's body moving closer and closer. But in vain the effort is not how it was when Segara even grabbed the hand, locking it in the grip that makes Lana instantly forget many things.
“I need my morning kiss, Mommy. The real one, not just a peck.” He said so right in front of Lana's face. And, before Lana said anything, she further advanced her face. Keep going until their noses meet each other.
“You have three seconds to escape, Mom. Through it, I will not let you go anywhere.”
The consistent movement of her lips made Lana drift away. His eyelids closed slowly, then his lips began to move to compensate for Segara's gentle, undemanding movements. On the sidelines of the pagutan that occurred, Segara let Lana take a breath, making sure his wife's lungs still get enough oxygen supply so that he can take Lana further to ‘nirwana’.
In the first 30 seconds, Lana still had time to calculate how much time had passed during their pagutan. But after that, he completely lost count. No matter how much time is wasted. Lana just keeps moving to keep pace, occasionally trying to lead even though the edges still lose because Segara is too dominant.
“Thank you for the morning kiss, Mommy.” Lana's thanks after their pagutan finished. And one brief kiss he received afterwards, as the last touch before his hand was released and Segara completely distanced himself, passed into the bathroom.
Lana never knew that what they were doing that morning had become an interesting spectacle for Arkana who had just returned home half drunk. The young man stood in the doorway that turned out to be slightly open, his own smiles like he had just gotten the best news amid his efforts to survive his already-torn life.
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Segara's routine changes drastically after he starts his first night with Lana. What he had only given morning kiss to Micah, and it was only on the cheeks of his adorable gembil, now Segara also has to give it to Lana. He just felt it was his right. After a long wait and patience in taking care of Micah and waiting for him to open his heart, Segara thought a morning kiss was a small price to pay. Going forward, he might have to give more. Not only to make sure Lana feels safe protected, but also to make her feel loved.
“Thank you for the morning kiss, Mommy.” Segara. One more brief kiss he landed on Lana's lips as a final touch before distancing himself and entering the bathroom.
If given the option to hurry or continue with exciting activities with Lana, then he will choose the second option. Segara could have applied for permission to come late to Adella because he had previously made sure his schedule began to solid after lunch. So it should not matter if he comes an hour or two later than the office entrance hour.
However, the existence of Arkana who peeked from behind the door of the room clearly made it obfuscated. Were it not for being too strange if he simply stopped their activities, Segara would probably have immediately withdrawn so that there would be nothing more that Arkana could see. Personal state doesn't matter, but it would be something else if Lana knew there was a pair of eyes watching their intense lip encounter. All Segara knows is that Lana is shy. So things like that would definitely make him uncomfortable.
Only 15 minutes after Segara entered the bathroom, he came out with wet hair and only wore a towel to wrap his lower body. Lana's not in bed. Based on the sound of a faint-hearted sound from next door, he suspected his wife was in their daughter's room, waking up their chatty little angel to start the day.
One other thing that changed and began to be able to accept Segara happily is Lana who always prepares clothes for him to go to the office, and, make sure every fiber of cloth in his clothes has been neat and fragrant to add confidence as a leader. Although only temporary, and Segara will immediately withdraw after believing Papa's condition has improved completely, Lana said he still has to give a good impression to all employees under his leadership.
“Daddy!” that cheerful greeting Segara happily accepted. The adorable little boy who had begun to be smart turned the words running towards him while holding Hechi, while his mother followed behind with a reddish hue that was still just adorning the cheeks.
“Daddy change clothes first, you wait there in mattress.” Segara pointed towards the bed and Micah quickly complied. From the beginning, he was a sweet child and rarely denied his father's orders. But Segara felt, since there was Lana, Micah's attitude became sweeter and he became easier to persuade. Except for the sister. For that one, Segara gave up on giving him understanding.
“Ga, I'm down first to make breakfast.” Pamit Lana and Segara nodded their heads in response.
The slender body disappeared in an instant, leaving a vanilla scent that was then left at the base of Segara's nose. After the scent of roses, it would be her next favorite scent.
“Daddy,”
In between buttoning clothes, Segara cleared his throat to answer the call.
“Mikha should wait how long until her baby sister is there?”
One more button that must be installed, but Segara chose to stop. Then he turned around, looking at Micah who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging and swung forward to the back.
“Bored, Daddy. Micah wants a playmate.”
When's? Segara himself did not know. Even though the day and night efforts are relentless, if God has not given him a chance, can he not do anything? So, what does Segara have to answer? There was nothing he could promise this child when he himself could not confirm anything.
“Sabar.” Finally, that was all Segara could give in response. “Many prayers, let God help Micah have a sister faster.” And he hoped, Micah would understand.
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