Mama For Mikaela
SEVENTY THREE
Since morning, when she first entered into Segara's study, Adella couldn't stop focusing wrongly on a ring around the ring finger of her boss's right hand. Adella is not stupid, she knows it is a wedding ring where to wear it, Segara must definitely get married first.
The question that followed was, when did the boss get married? With who? And, why is there no invitation sheet coming to his desk? Adella knows she may be the month of someone who is too important in Segara's life, but still he felt unacceptable if the boss was holding a marriage without telling himself who had been turned over to help take care of the company.
“Revision,”
Still while continuing to look at the ring on Segara's finger, Adella's hand moved slowly to take over the contract file sheet that had just been proffered by the man in front of her.
“What's wrong?” ask Adella. He still wants to look at Segara's finger longer, but he must first draw his eyes to check what is wrong from the contract file so that his boss asks to be revised.
“There was a typo of the company name, tuh. Very careless, the contract period of tens of billions can be wrong.”
Adella nodded her head briefly after she finished listening to the complaint Segara lay. “Live me follow up.” He said steady, then the contract file he closed and the dark red map wrapped him he put on the side of the chair.
For a while, Adella went back to being silent. Really, he could not at all shift the focus away from Segara's finger. Her lips were itching, wanting to ask out loud exactly when her boss got married and why she was not invited.
However, he had not had the real question he lay, Segara's work space that was violently broken from the outside made him immediately turn to the door. Just to find Arkana walking in a hurry with one breath at a time.
“Why?” segara's voice rang out from behind her body, but Adella did not turn her head and kept her eyes on Arkana, who was walking closer and closer until the man arrived right next to her.
“Lo's wife nyusahin.” Chirps Arkana.
Adella wanted to pretend to be surprised, but the presence of the ring she had been looking at since morning was enough of an excuse for her to remain silent, waiting for the next sentence to be said by Arakana (who all this time he knew as a good friend Segara who happened to also work in this company).
“Lo know he asked me what?” ask Arkana, while Segara looks shook his head and Adella can only be silent while continuing to look to the right and to the left according to who is talking.
“He asked me to make a young mango nutmeg on a tree near the front gate of the complex. Literally maling because he wants me to wait for the security guard to leave the post, and I have to climb the tree to make fruit that grows on the highest stalk.” Arkana explained with an excited spirit.
From the look of the eyes that look tired and resigned, it is clear how vulnerable Arkana when having to carry out the mission of Lana who was craving. The woman was pregnant, now six weeks old and as someone who supported once for Micah to have a sister, Arkana had to risk being made sexy to be bothered by her. Because the woman's husband, the super duper Segara Adhitama is busy, more than the president of the Republic of Indonesia, it certainly will not be able to meet all forms of cravings his wife.
“Continue, can?” that was not the answer Arkana wanted, so the man snorted just a second after Segara finished speaking.
“This is not about can or not, yes, the venerable Segara Adhitama. It's about my authority as a handsome and charismatic man, but must be a mango thief just to menuhin ngidamnya bini lo.” Similar to firecrackers at the circumcision event, Arkana spoke quickly without pause. This figure looks foreign in Adella's eyes, so it is natural when the woman ends up cengo in her seat.
“It is precisely your authority will increase because you want to sacrifice for a pregnant woman whose husband is busy living. Besides being able to make girls fall in love, you can also reward.” There is no morality. Segara said that in passing, while pulling his phone closer and began typing some messages to be sent to his beloved wife who was pregnant with their baby.
Almost two months had passed since their last hot night, and after that, they were in contact more often until Lana finally told her that she was pregnant. Segara happy. Micah happy. Papa and Mama are happy. Arkana was happy too, but the young man also complained a lot about having to do this.
“Ngeles mulu lo work kayak bajaj.” Arkana sneers. Shortly after, he turned to look at Adella who was sitting dumbly paying attention to her debate with Segara. “What are you doing here?” tanyanya while shaking the waist.
Adella grunts bitterly. He turned the chair, looking up at Arkana, which was almost 2 meters high. “Should it be me, Pak Arkana why here? Why play enter so to the room Mr. Segara, without knocking on the door?” Adella asked back, no less fierce.
“Like me, lah, want to do. Who has a room also does not deny, why even you who sewot?”
“No, dong. There's a manner, sir. I know, outside of work, Mr. Arkana is good friends with Mr. Segara. But in the office, right, you are still the boss and employees. So Mr. Arkana should remain polite.”
“First is very easy, but later it will become a habit, and it is not polite.”
Arkana clucked, her eyeballs spinning irritated at Adella's professional demeanor that she overvalued. “Kaku really, kayak kanebo dried.” Her lips.
“Rules are made indeed to be obeyed, so it's natural that I'm stiff.” Adella defended herself. His ambition to win a heated debate with Arkana grew even bigger, making him instantly forget his curiosity about Segara and the status of the man's marriage.
“So people don't get too stiff, later difficult to find a mate.”
“Kok so spread to about soul mate? Not really connected, no correlation.”
“There, lah. If you are accustomed to being rigid in work mode, you will also unconsciously follow it so rigidly fit again ordinary human mode. Yes I just tell you, yes, as a good coworker.”
“Where's the conclusion, huh? Is there a survey that proves?”
“Ada.”
“Mana.”
“Ya pokonya no.”
“Yes where, I want to know.”
“There. Just believe why, the hell?”
“No proof means hoaks.”
The longer, the more intense their feud. While Segara just glanced at a glance then back engrossed with his world. He thought, why take care of the unimportant debate between Arkana and Adella, if his beloved wife is waiting for a rain of affection from himself—though only through a simple short message.
“Young mango already got, now what do you want?”
“Pengin hugged you.”
“Bby.”
“Bonus kiss, can?”
“Bby. I'll give you a lot of kisses.”
Haaa... This is what he said would not sleep together, let alone fall in love with each other? Congratuations. Happy to lick your own spit, O pretentious humans who know of a clear future is still opaque.
Seriate
