Mama For Mikaela
SEVENTY FIVE
Pamela stopped her car in front of the Segara housing estate. The woman, who now wears a semi-formal dress under her dark brown knees, remained silent for a long time in the car, watching the building framed by the high fence closely.
A few days ago, while he was walking down the corridor to return to his study, he accidentally stole a hearing of the chat that was going on between Segara and Arkana. The two men spoke in a loud voice, as if it would no longer be a problem if someone heard what they were talking about.
From that conversation, Pamela so know that it turns out that Segara's new wife is pregnant. He was only six months old, still early enough to be reported to the closest people, including himself.
To be honest, the news of Lana's pregnancy was not something pleasant for Pamela. Until the day before she heard the news, Pamela still hoped that the marriage Segara lived this time was just to please Micah, she said, or so that his cute daughter can get affection from a mother. However, hearing of the presence of a baby in the marriage, Pamela became aware that Segara was not messing with her marriage.
“Well,” Pamela takes a deep breath. Then, she glanced towards the passenger seat where she placed a paper bag containing a gift for her to give to Lana, as a congratulation for her pregnancy. “At least, the prize should remain up to the hand in question, right?”
Stared for so long, the paper bag he finally reached. The contents inside him did not he peek anymore, just directly he brought it down from the car.
While tidying up a bit of the tangled parts of her dress, Pamela walked confidently closer to the gate of the Segara house. The bell over there he presses once, then he waits patiently until someone opens the fence so he can get in.
From the sidelines of the fence, Pamela can peek into the garage, where there is only one car unit and one unit of matic motorcycle parked there. The car that used to be immediately used did not exist, a sign that the man was not in his residence.
“Good timing, Mel.” He said, while sharing a smile that only he could understand.
A few minutes after he pressed the bell once again, the housekeeper who worked at Segara's house ran in waves from inside the house. The middle-aged woman who was a little filled then opened the gate in a hurry, then invited Pamela to enter while apologizing because she had been coming too long.
Pamela did not say anything, she simply continued her steps gracefully. Like entering his own house, he was not awkward at all when walking through the living room, touching the middle room until finally the foot of the ladder stopped stepping when he found Lana was engrossed with her own world, and the, in kitchen.
“Tok, tok.” He said, which immediately made Lana turn around.
“Oh, no Pamela.” As usual, Lana said it sounded polite and gentle. One thing that unfortunately makes Pamela even unhappy because Lana's attitude reminds her of Karenina.
Lana, who was originally stuck with watermelon and kitchen knife, walked over to Pamela after washing her red hands with watermelon. With a genuine smile, she spread her arms, welcoming Pamela's body into the embrace.
“How are you?” ask her after that brief hug was over.
“I’m good. How about you, and .. the baby?” pamela's gaze dropped on Lana's flat stomach. There was envy that came attacking when he thought back to the one wishful thinking that he had cultivated high long ago. Angan where it should be he who married Segara and contain their children.
“How did you know about the baby?” despite the astonishment, Lana continued. “We okay.” Laced with a sweet, intoxicating smile.
“Neventually heard the chat Segara Sama Arkana. You know, it is, Segara will not be possible as difficult as it is to generalize your pregnancy to just anyone.”
“But you are not just anyone.” Lana interrupts.
Pamela smiled in response to this. Then, the paper bag he brought was handed over to Lana. “Gift, make you the same candidate baby.” His word.
Lana accepted the gift with gratitude. No matter what the content is, he always appreciates whatever others give.
“Thank you, may your life full of happiness.”
The happiness? That word doesn't exist in my life anymore. Pamela wailed in the heart.
“By the way, I don't see Segara's car in the garage. She left?” tanyanya diverted the conversation.
“Iya, again out for a while with Micah, buy a snack.” Lana explained.
Pamela nodded. For some time, the focus was diverted to the presence of a kitchen knife lying near the sink. His shiny silver color was exposed to the lights as if provoking one side of him who was long asleep.
What if I use that knife to stab you, Lana? What will happen to you, and the baby?
Again, Pamela just nodded. He glanced at the kitchen knife once more before then passing towards the living room without waiting until Lana finished transporting the plate filled with watermelon.
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“Daddy,”
Segara who was about to install seatbelt suddenly stopped. He turned to the passenger seat, to simply listen to what Micah was going to say next.
“His baby sister when born?”
Just like that, Segara took a long breath. She had heard the question 113 times in the week since the news of Lana's pregnancy she shared with the boy. And it should be, she refrained from divulging everything for much longer if she did not want things like this to happen.
“Lama. Still 7 months 2 weeks away.” He replied, then he continued to use seatbelt and immediately gas.
“How long? Why not just one week?”
“The baby's sister must grow perfectly first, can only be born. There is no form yet. No eyes, no nose, no mouth, no hair. Everything does not exist.” Segara took a break to make payments at the mall parking exit where he and Micah were shopping.
Cross open, Segara returned his car and raised the window glass again. “Indeed you want to see a baby sister who has nothing like that?” continued.
Micah looked shaken. Even though inside his head, it was not clear what his father's words meant, he was only sure to see the baby brother without eyes, nose, and eyes, your mouth and other parts of your body will not be pleasant.
“Well, yes, you have to be patient. We wait until the baby sister is complete first.” He said, and he found Micah just nodding.
One thing Segara realized was, Micah became more obedient since he knew the sister he wanted was already in his mother's stomach. It was as if the child was keeping his promise to be a good child, and preparing himself to be an understanding brother for his future sister.
Unlike usual, the streets on Sunday afternoon this time are quite crowded. Traffic lights that he had passed three times also always fit to change red just a few seconds before he passed, making him have to wait patiently until the lights turn green before he returns to gas.
The density of the road made his journey to get home to be a molasses for almost half an hour. And when his car entered the housing complex, Segara was greeted by a puzzling sight.
From a radius of 50 meters, he could see an unusual crowd in front of his home building. Then when the car was getting closer, Segara was increasingly unable to think clearly when he found the existence of two police car units parked in front of the gate of his house.
Still don't know anything, Segara pulled his car over. He got off after telling Micah to stay in the car while he confirmed what had happened. Only to be made to freeze on the side of the car as Arkana exits the crowd, running briskly over with panicked, half-dead facial water.
“What's up?” ask Segara. His voice still sounded calm. Not because he was not worried, but because he could no longer think rationally. All the bad possibilities were milling around in the head, even before Arkana opened her mouth.
“Why, Ar? What's up?” it's worth it, because Arkana never talks.
“Sorry, Ga.” That was the first time Arkana said it. And obviously, that's not what Segara wants to hear.
“Sorry? Sorry why? What's up, anyway? Answer the correct.” Segara is increasingly unable to calm down.
“Lana, Ga. Lana,”
“Lana why?!”
“Lana...”.
Seriate
Hayoo... Lana why hayoooo???
