Mama For Mikaela
EIGHTY ONE
Astanu Wijaya's. Arkana's name is constantly being reset inside her head as long as she's on her way to pick up Segara. It is no longer necessary to ask how much emotion is holding him back. Because if possible, he even wanted to kill the old man with his own hands.
He and Segara desperately find out who is the mastermind behind all the chaos that exists, then the answer has even been in front of their eyes, without even realizing it, they were so afraid that the bastard was hiding himself.
Traffic lights that change color many times are no longer a problem for Arkana. In the confinement of countless emotions, he drove his car no longer using logic. Overtake right, overtake left, squeeze the horn at will. He does not even care if someone will pursue and then membuki himself for having troublemaked on the streets. As long as he could arrive where the bastard was faster, even dead he would.
The hustle and bustle he goes through the streets leads Arkana to arrive also in the deserted hospital courtyard. From a distance, even before his car stopped perfectly, the figure of Segara was already seen running out of the hospital. His face was full of emotions, just like Arkana's today.
“Location have you met?” the man asked, just a moment after the car door had been opened.
Arkana nodded, then again prepared to step on the accelerator after seeing Segara finished installing the seatbelt.
“Lo sure those bastards didn't mention the name wrong, right?” in the midst of the silence that had occurred when the car re-joined the crowd on the road, Segara again confirmed.
Not just this time. He has repeatedly tried to convince himself that his ears are still functioning properly.
Because... how can Astanu Wijaya who is a close friend of both parents, is the mastermind of all the chaos that occurs in his life? Thought as much as anything, Segara still could not find a reasonable enough reason why Astanu did it.
“We will know they mispronounced a name or not so get there.” Arkana turned a glance, then returned to focusing on the streets and deepened the treadle on the gas.
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“Why?” if there was a better question to ask, Pamela would have chosen it. However, because his head was too full and felt turbid, it was only that question that he could then throw at his father who was still silent after nearly thirty minutes.
“Why is Papa this lacquered?” his insistence. The one being asked lowered his head so deeply. Inviting a frustrated sigh because Pamela needs answers, not a long slack that actually makes her more confused.
“Segara has something wrong with Papa, to the point that Papa lacquered a lot of bad things to him?” when she asked about it, Pamela's voice began to tremble. He really can't think straight. Not a single thing going back and forth in his head was able to explain why the father he had been proud of all this time—at least until his affair scandal was revealed—tega did vile things to his own best friend.
What problems? What grudge did his father have to Segara so that all these disasters could happen?
“Pa,”
“Sorry, Mel.”
“No.” Pamela forcibly pulled out her hand held by Astanu. “That apology Papa should have said to Segara, not me.”
Astanu let out a heavy sigh, then raised his head until his gaze met the princess. “He's taken too many things from Papa's life, Mel.” Her speech. The look on his face was sad, unlike someone who had committed so many sins so vilely.
“What? What has Segara taken away from Papa's life? Tell me now.”
“Dia—“
Brakk!!!
Astanu's speech was interrupted when the door of the room where he and Pamela were being forced to break down. The body of his men he was assigned to stand guard collapsed onto the floor. The smell of rancidness burst forth instantly, coming from the fresh blood flowing at the corners of the dragon-tattooed male's lips and temples.
Not long after, two other men appeared from behind the door. Faces full of anger were plastered for real, spreading the scent of hostility that was no longer inevitable.
Pamela grimaced as Arkana clutched her arm too tightly, but she dared not protest and simply resigned. Moreover, when his eyes accidentally berirobok with Segara's. Guilt immediately surrounded him, even though he realized that what his father was doing was completely unbeknownst to him.
Silence can happen for a while. Until then, the sound of screeching airs so loudly when a raw fist lands perfectly on Astanu's face. The culprit was Segara, and the man was constantly throwing another punch until Astanu's face was bruised and turned blue. The corners of his lips were torn, his eyes were swollen, his jaw was barely shifting. However, Segara still did not intend to stop. Until the old man's body fell to the cold floor though, Segara still continued to raise his fist.
“What sins have I committed to Om, to the point that Om could do all this to me?” tanyakanya. Both of his hands clutched tightly onto the collar of Astanu's shirt. His chest rose and fell, his breathing was not muddled after the much energy he drained to beat up the man below him.
Coughing, Astanu tried to grab Segara's arm so he could get up. However, not until the ladder reaches, someone has stepped on it first using the tip of the shoe.
A groaning rang out, but Arkana was still reluctant to shift her leg from Astanu's wrist. If possible, he even wanted to break every bone in the man's body to a shapeless crumble.
“Ar, take Pamela out.” Still not taking his eyes off the figure of Astanu who moaned in pain, Segara gave the order.
“Tapi—“
“Bring out, Ar.” Segara repeated. His voice was more resolute, so inevitably, Arkana immediately complied with his wishes.
Pamela is dragged back, taken out with the bodies of Astanu's men
fainted.
“We will find out if you are involved or not, after Segara finished the same bokap lo.” Arkana. There was no hospitality in his tone. Because from a long time ago, he did not like Pamela.
Pamela said nothing. He also wanted to know why all this could happen. He also wants to hope that all this is just a dream of the worker that will be completed after he opens his eyes again.
Because, if this was a reality that she had to embrace to the end, Pamela was unsure if she would be able to.
Meanwhile, in the room, Segara was still waiting for an answer. He was still waiting for an explanation from Astanu, who unfortunately even silenced his mouth more tightly even though he had been awarded a lot of fists.
“Jawab. Don't let me actually kill Om tonight too.” Segara said with a hardened jaw. He had already sworn to kill someone who had hurt Karenina, and now he really had that chance. So, he might actually do it.
However, as if not enough to make his life fall apart, Astanu did not say anything. The man even laughed, uproar like he had just watched the most fun comedy show in the world. His laughter was exploding like a small spark that ignited a blaze. Segara's chest feels hot. Then in just an instant, he returned to punch after punch with more brutality.
Every single punch landed on Astanu's face, the figure of Karenina appearing on the head. Her beautiful smile and attractive twinkle in her eyes made the pain in Segara's chest worse. Tears are unbearable. He cried, while continuing to beat Astanu who was still stubborn not to open his voice.
“Why?!!” another blow landed, and Astanu's head drooped weakly on the floor.
Segara's whole body shook violently. His handbooks were red and painful. Tight chest. His breathing was difficult and it was like something was stuck so big in his throat.
Together with Astanu's body drooping with a weakened breath, Segara cried as it happened. He roars. Questioning what he encounters about why all these disasters should happen in his life, and why the culprit is Astanu Wijaya, someone he already considers like a second father.
Segara knows the world is cruel, but this time, it feels really late.
“Arggghhh!!! Why, God?! Why?!” diabolical roar. But then again, no one could answer the question of why, because the only person who could answer the question was to close his eyes, slowly losing consciousness.
Seriate....
