Mama For Mikaela
SEVENTY TWO
It was only eight o'clock when Segara arrived at his house, but he was clearly astonished when he found the house was already in complete darkness. From the front door to the middle room, the lights were turned off. And as if not enough to get there, he was also made more and more wondering when he found his wife, Lana, standing near the pantry with an unusual appearance.
A piece of a— shirt that was too big if Segara assumed to belong to Lana— stuck to the woman's body, exposing more of her lower body parts. His long hair was stroked, dangling beautifully as if waving to Segara to ask for a caress.
The smell of coffee swirling in the air, up to the smell of Segara which then makes the man know that Lana is brewing coffee so fun. But the thing is, he knows his wife doesn't like coffee. So far, there are 2 things Segara knows Lana doesn't like. The first is a rainstorm, and the second is coffee. So, isn't it natural that she wonders, why would that woman be brewing coffee at this hour?
“Mom?” finally, after being pensive for a long time in the dividing area between the living room and the kitchen, Segara spoke. Her steps swayed slowly, sagging even though shortly after she called out, Lana had turned around with a sweet thin smile. “Ngapain?”
“Bikin coffee.” Answer Lana. The cup of coffee he had just made was lifted to the chest, shown to Segara as evidence. “You want too?”
“Do you not like coffee?” ignoring Lana's offer, Segara put a briefcase on the dining table, then galloped to his wife while repeatedly raising his eyes. “Dan, this is why your outfit so this?” he asked when his head was raised.
Forgetting for a moment about the existence of a coffee cup in the hand, Lana also lowered her gaze. Then not long after, he looked back at Segara with a frown. “Why? Anything weird?”
Not a single doubt, Segara nodded. “Your sleeping clothes are up? No other clothes you can wear?” the question repeatedly, like a barrage of bullets that can not be pushed aside.
“Jelek, yes?” instead of just answering, Lana instead asked something that ended up making Segara waste his breath with the nelangsa.
“No, Mom. You are beautiful, no matter what clothes you wear. I'm just surprised, how do you dress unusual? And, that's whose shirt are you wearing? Got me, don't you?”
“One-one,” Lana interrupts. The puff of steam from the surface of the cup had started to fade, just like the interest he had in sipping that densely colored liquid to stay awake.
Once again, Segara breathed heavily. “OK. First, whose shirt are you wearing?”
“Your shirt.”
“Why are you wearing my shirt?”
“Pengin aja.”
See? Something is strange. Inner Segara. No he continued the other questions that were in his head. Actually, there's still a lot. There were even so many irregularities that he had discovered since opening the door of his house. Why is the whole light turned off? Why does the atmosphere of the house look so lonely? Where is Micah? Where is Arkana? Why does Lana brew coffee, when obviously the woman doesn't like it? However, the questions were only left to settle in the head because Segara was more interested in walking closer, looking more carefully at his wife's figure to know, if he was really Kelana Larasati, he was, the wife he married a few months ago, or an astral figure trying to go undercover?
For quite a long time, Segara did not speak or do anything. He actually spent time observing Lana. Until finally, he was angry. Tired already he found out, because to what extent he researched, only one that looks wrong from the figure of Lana at this time—how dressed.
“You're sick again?” her question, which of course Lana did not answer and she instead got a look of astonishment instead.
“My face looks pale?” lana's index finger raised, almost touching the tip of her pointy nose. “Must wear make up? You want me to put on make up first?”
“Lana,” Segara prevent before Lana nyerocos any further. “Not a pale or non-pale problem. I'm just wondering why you look any different tonight. What's up?”
“I just...” Lana sounds hesitant. Reflexes, he bit his lower lip, his gaze falling on the dark-colored floor exposed to the light of a yellowing lamp in the corner of the room.
“What's free?”
Instead of an answer, Lana instead passed a long sigh instead. Then shortly afterwards, the coffee that had begun to cool was slowly inhaled, silenced long enough in the empty oral cavity before finally swallowed with difficulty. The bitter taste of the too much coffee she put in the cup made Lana frown. Kapok kapok kapok kapok. He no longer wanted to drink that liquid. So, he put the cup on the pantry, then he painstakingly forced his neutrals back into collusion with the property of the husband.
On the spot standing, Segara was still waiting for an answer patiently. Although his head started to fuss with various questions that demanded to be given an answer, he still did not say anything until a few seconds later.
“I just missing you...” the confession was thrown in a very soft voice, almost like a whisper. And if Segara's hearing wasn't good enough because he was used to having ears attached to detect the slightest sound from inside Micah's room, the man probably wouldn't have been able to hear it.
Nevertheless, Segara still asked “You said what just now?” just to convince yourself that he didn't hear wrong.
The red hue spread rapidly from the cheek to Lana's ear. Making such a confession was something difficult for him. If the word child today, his love language is not word of affirmation, so such affirmations often sound cringe in his own ear. To say that just now took a lot of courage, and being asked to repeat it the second time, Lana knew it would be harder than the first.
“Mom,”
“Ugh,” Lana moaning short. “Can you stop calling me that way?”
“No.” Sahut Segara, straightforward. For him, it takes time and effort that is not small to be able to get closer to Lana. And calling his wife that name is one of those attempts to pull himself closer. So Segara will not stop, even if Lana asks.
Feeling cornered and completely silenced, Lana did not continue her protest about the call Segara gave. Because, in front of his eyes, there was another challenge that he had to pass, which was to mention what he had said before because Segara was still waiting.
“I’m miss you, so much. You said you'd be busy all day and probably be home late at night. So, yeah, I go to the closet, grab your shirt I keep wearing because in this shirt there is a smell of your perfume.”
There was almost nothing Segara could say after hearing that honest statement. Errata. He did indeed have nothing to say when his body was moving faster than the performance of his own brain. The petite body that was drowned in that oversized shirt he grabbed, he clenched tightly with utter disregard for the fact that the owner of the body jolted because of his sudden movements.
“Ga,” Lana patted Segara on the back several times, but her husband did not react to anything.
“Ga, too tight, I can't breathe.” Only then did the man's embrace loosen and slowly come off.
Their different-colored Netra met again, running around in one special room that only the two of them could enter. Chase long enough there until you know the distance has run out and their lips meet just like that.
Slowly, deeply, washed away. Sip each other. Every now and then one of them moved around biting the other's lips, causing a small groan that meant nothing when a gentle kiss came rushing after. Their saliva swapped freely, there was no barrier whatsoever for them to soak up the sweet taste of each other's lips other than the depleting oxygen supply—had they taken a pause in order to take a deep breath.
“Say it again,” whispered Segara right in front of Lana's lips. “Say that you miss me. Miss my body. Miss my cologne.”
“I miss you's. I Miss everything in you,”
Night was still young, Segara did not want to waste it by wailing like the day before. He wanted to stop worrying. She wanted, with Lana, her life path to move another and she could more freely express her feelings without being overshadowed by the fear of ‘someone’ who didn't even know what she looked like.
“I miss you too, Dear.” Once a jolt, Lana's small body that weighs not how much Segara lifted, then she landed on the dining table. Then, the story begins again. Lana's arm voluntarily rested on Segara's neck. His spring fingers occasionally crept up, touching Segara's thick and coarse hair, squeezing it slowly to channel the spoiled bursts that felt great filled the chest.
Time continues to run, bringing Segara further explore on the body of his wife who resigned. Lana's lips were no longer the only place she was headed. Now, Segara's thick lips invaded Lana's exposed neck area because the woman seemed to accidentally unbutton the top two of the shirt she wore.
“Akh!” Lana shrieked softly as she felt a brief pain in her neck. Segara had just bitten a little there, leaving a bite mark that would turn purplish red later.
“Oh, wait.” On the sidelines of the wet kiss he landed on Lana's neck, Segara suddenly remembered something. He looked up, looking at Lana from an unusual angle with a questioning look.
“What?”
“Mikha.”
Lana's sensitivity makes the woman does not need to hear the question more fully. With a thin smile, he replied, “Nginep at Mama's house. Last afternoon Mama and Papa came here, kept Micah whining to come along.”
“Arkana?”
“Go with friends. He said he won't be home tonight.”
With that answer alone, a slanted smile suddenly rose framing Segara's face.
“So, you deliberately wear a kayak gini outfit because there is no one at home? Intentionally fishing, hmm?” goda.
Of course, the word made a red hue again present adorning Lana's face. She's shy. Moreover, it is not the purpose of him wearing a shirt belonging to Segara. He did miss Segara, so much so that no other way occurred to him than steal a piece of shirt for him to wear in order to keep feeling close to the husband who would not come home.
“Ng—no, no it.” Lana gelagapan's.
The reaction made Segara laugh. Satisfied he had seduced his innocent wife.
“It's okay, okay. I like.”
“Ish!” a loud bang was heard when Lana hit Segara's chest, but her husband was even louder laughing.
Lana was upset, but she had no power to make the laughter subside. Ah, actually, he just doesn't want to. The laughter was happy for him. Something worthwhile if he had to stop just because he was upset or embarrassed. So, Lana decided to let the roaring laughter fill the entire area of the kitchen that was originally quiet. Breaking through the silence that likes it all by itself.
It was one of the best nights for Segara and Lana. Because after the laughter subsided, they resumed delayed activity. Doing it in the kitchen seems fun too, but for the sake of maintaining comfort together, Segara brought the body of Lana who he had been screwing up to their room. Continuing the rest of their journey to heaven in the room he said no woman but Karenina would enter.
“I love you.” The first love statement from Segara for Lana, on a night filled with euphoria.
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