Mama For Mikaela

SEVENTY ONE

“Pak,”

Just about to land the buttocks, Segara was forced to re-establish the body when Adella's annoying voice interrupted. With a rough grunt, she turned her head towards the door, where Adella stood with a pile of files in her arms. Those scary files gave Segara goosebumps. Like he was just reminded back to the condition a few months ago when he first joined the company and had to learn a lot of files at a time.

Ouch! Don't again. Segara did not want the phase to repeat itself.

“What else?” she was lazy after Adella stood right in front of her desk. His eyes were still watching, his body had mounted horses in anticipation that for example the files would indeed be handed over to him. “I just want to sit down, don't tell me I have to go again.” The impact was only seconds after the first question was asked.

The problem was, the reality he had to face today was really far from prediction. At the beginning, she was already confident she could spend a little time relaxing because Adella said her schedule would start to solid after lunch. But in reality, he had already gone back and forth three times to the project site because there was just a problem that required him to jump straight in. He had just returned, his body was still full of sweat and the heat was still accompanying, it was natural that now he was upset because Adella came back to interrupt.

Adella even took a deep breath once, exhaling it so dramatically that it made Segara feel even more unpleasant.

“Bapak why is it like a lot of antipathy with me lately?” the question back from Adella made Segara want to spit out evil laughter. After all that happened, after so much drama that he had to face, Adella could still ask why he became antipathy towards the woman?

“Sorry to say,” Segara starts. Having previously delayed, he now chose to remain seated in his soft seat. “Your arrival always brings negative air for me lately, so you know the reasons why I cringe every time you come, especially if while carrying a file like that.” He continued while pointing at the pile of files that were still in Adella's arms.

The female snorted softly, her lips muttering silently. Though he was just doing his duty, but this boss made himself as if like a ghost that should be avoided.

Long cursed and cursed, Adella finally gave up. He took out the phone from the pocket of the dark blue-tinged skirt he was wearing and then thrust it to Segara.

Next to Segara's eyebrows rose so high, because Adella said nothing after handing over her phone and letting the flat object sit on the table. A long breath escaped along with one fussy question in the head. Is every woman in this world like that? Wish men would understand what they mean, without them explaining it clearly? What do they think, all the men in this world have the ability to read minds, just like the psychics who like to predict the future?

“What?” billihnya. He stared lazily at Adella who was still not making a sound. It seemed that the woman really wished she could read minds.

“Lunch.” Answer the secretary whose job desk has begun to change like a personal assistant. “I came here to order lunch for Father, but Mr. Hunt was angry, so I was lazy. Tuh, I choose it myself, later if you already tell me let me directly check out.”

Rude? Not polite? If this is in another company and the boss is not Segara, the first thing Adella will accept must be snapping and all forms of abuse. But since Segara's boss is self-aware that he can't take care of anything without Adella's secretary's help, the man can only take a rough breath before grabbing the phone and starting scrolling the screen, choose the lunch menu he wants to eat.

There are so many choices of food menu that he can enjoy during the day that the heat is already like being in this hell. But at the end of the day, Segara could not decide what to order and instead returned the phone to the owner.

“If I go home for lunch, can I?” tanyakanya. Practically, he got a plot as a special gift. “Can't ya?” he answered his own question while smiling awkwardly.

“No need to be weird if you still want me to help you work.” Adella threatens.

Immediately pursed lips, “Kan just nanya.” His kill.

Adella twists lazy eyeball. He didn't have enough time to do this drama. There was still a lot of work, and he hadn't even thought about ordering his own lunch.

“I'm a regular pesenin, yes.” Adella said later. Not a question, it is more of a unilateral decision that should not be contested. Because even before Segara agreed, Adella had turned around while putting food orders into the shopping cart and immediately making payments.

In his chair, Segara could do nothing. She accepted Adella's decision, which meant she had to eat the same menu for four days in a row. Hah. indeed his fate is so. His status alone as a boss, but everything he does must be with Adella's approval. He may have to start considering changing the company's organizational structure and putting Adella at the top.

“But if there is no him, I am also getting dizzy.” And that's true. If there was no Adella, she might have given up halfway.

At the same time, in a different place...

The green clump in the backyard bears witness to how bright Micah's smile was that afternoon. Together with Arkana who had just regained consciousness from the effects of alcohol that had dominated him since morning, the adorable boy ran to and fro. Shouting, laughing, then rolling on the grass without caring if the clothes he was wearing would be wet and dirty.

In the doorway, Lana gave a smile. The scene that appeared in front of him had managed to seize a lot of places in the heart, embracing the loneliness that he had been holding tightly for himself. The interaction between Micah and Arkana never failed to make him touched. Then amidst the warm feeling that radiated deep into the recesses of the heart, Lana began to wonder. When will such an interaction occur? Until Micah starts school? Or until later when Arkana decides to get married and have her own family?

“Mommy!” micah's exclamation brought Lana's gaze back into focus on the child. With his clothes scuffed and there were stains here and there, the boy ran towards him, stretching his arms wide while behind him, Arkana also ran with a smile that spread perfectly. “Help me!”

HAP!

Lana gets Micah's body, holds it tight while the little boy squirms funny in his carry.

“Help! Om Ar turned into a zombie!” her brother hides the face in Lana's chest, while her little index finger is directed at Arkana who starts walking staggered, practicing how to become a zombie in the film.

“Rawr—ot ... Want brain...” Arkana stretched out her hands, gnawed at Micah's body and made the child more and more cornered.

“Mommy!” Micah is moving noisier.

Lana had no choice but to take part in the zombie drama. With all her might, she held down Arkana's arm so as not to touch Micah more and more. Then, before the ‘zombie’ became more and more so, Lana hurriedly escaped.

With Micah chuckling with satisfaction in her carriage, Lana ran with all her might. Once deep into the role as if if his steps stopped for a second, they would both be a meal of hungry zombies chasing behind.

Crisp laughter echoed, creeping everywhere as Lana managed to bring Micah to the safe haven of the middle room. There, there was Mama and Papa who were enjoying a snack with a cup of warm tea accompanied by a news broadcast. The two old men stopped their activities, staring in surprise at the figures of Lana and Micah alternately before finally laughing when they found Arkana following behind still while acting as a zombie.

“Udah! Already! Stop, Om Ar!” micah's strangulation when Arkana was still attacking him. The young man did not hesitate to bite his little legs. And even though it was just a joke, but Micah knew that his actions would still leave a bite mark.

Satisfied leaving a mark, Arkana withdraws. He smiled with satisfaction at the annoyed look on Micah's face. “Om Ar wins!” the thrill then, further made Micah scowl.

“Cheat! Om Ar shouldn't be able to bite Micah anymore! You have entered the house!” the boy protested. This is not in line with the initial agreement. Where they—ia and Arkana—already agreed that Arkana can only attack when in his zone, that is while still in the backyard. Micah felt cheated, he was very upset.

“Bodo very, the important Om Ar win.” Arkana's long tongue stretched out, wholeheartedly rubbed off on Micah whose face was as red as a ripe tomato so as to stifle her grief.

“Om Ar ugly!” it was the last weapon Micah used to stop Arkana from flirting. After all, he drowned his face in his mother's chest again. “Om Bad Ar, Mommy.” Almost half a whisper.

The adults who were there chuckled at Micah's behavior. The loudest laugh was of course Arkana, the crackle prick who made their beloved adorable boy sulk as he could.

In the laughter, Lana paused again. Just to ask once more, until when could this kind of interaction he see and feel for the rest of his life?

Seriate