Mama For Mikaela
NINES
A Range Rover Evoque stopped in front of the Segara courtyard. A young man in a white T-shirt with a denim jacket and torn-up jeans and white sneaker shoes came down from there and stood by the side of the car for a while, observing how the house that he had not visited for a long time still holds its own attraction even after one of its residents no longer exists in the world.
The young man in his mid-20s stepped into the house after one breath. The cell phone in the pocket of her jeans she took out, only to find several messages from different people popping up one by one from the notification pop up at the top of her phone screen.
It's Saturday and he's so busy. She should have gone somewhere else to meet other people as well, but after Segara called her to meet, she immediately put aside all business just for the sake of meeting the man.
The young man's eyes squinted after he reached the living room and found broken glass strewn across the floor. He knew Segara wouldn't call him except for an important affair, but he didn't expect the situation to be this serious.
So with a wider step, he walked through the living room and was about to go to the Segara workspace on the 2nd floor. But her steps came to a halt in the middle of the stairs when her eyes found a wedding photo displayed on a wall near the stairs.
On the figure of the woman who was smiling gently with those bright twinkling eyes, her gaze was fixed.
I don't know how long he hasn't been to the woman's new house so cowardly he is. He was so unwilling to admit that one of the precious people in his life had been snatched away in such a horrible way without him being given the chance to say goodbye.
He wasn't even there when the lifeless body was buried, because he was hundreds of kilos across the continent.
Regret always comes too late, he knows. But as for the regret of losing Karenina, it was too hard for her to accept and forget about it. Because until this second, it still feels fresh in his memory the loud voice of Karenina when the last time they talked through a telephone connection.
The woman did not stop raving about how happy she was because she had blessed a beautiful daughter whom she named Micah. Also about how the woman was crying to watch her husband, Segara held their little daughter for the first time and kissed the soft cheek affectionately.
Everything Karenina told him that day was happy news, and she never expected it to be a memory in just a few months.
"Well?"
Segara's voice made him turn his head, completely breaking away from the memories that alternated away to his head. At the tall man standing at the end of the stairs, Arkana smiled. A smile full of falsehood and pain that was silenced desperately so as not to burst out in one blow.
"Where's mikha?" tanyanya diverted the conversation. He resumed his remaining steps, only to land a slow blow on Segara's shoulder.
"Eat a lot, bro. Lo kurusan." He said it passed through Segara before he even answered his question about Micah.
Arkana interrupts into Segara's room and walks past the connecting door to Micah's room, only to find the little girl sitting on a mini-bed rubbing her eyes. Looks like the boy just woke up from his afternoon nap.
"Of Ar!" peekik Micah excited. So excited, the boy stood on the bed, jumping with both hands stretched wide to be able to welcome Arkana into the arms.
Arkana is happy. With a more honest smile this time, he stepped closer to Micah and in an instant the small body was already in his arms. Arkana's light kisses landed on Micah's kingpin's cheeks as a form of conveying his anxiety to the boy.
"I miss you, Om." Micah said.
Hearing that, Arkana chuckled. Of the handful of reasons that could still make her smile, getting the yearning recognition from Micah was one of the most that could make Arkana momentarily forget the noise inside the head.
"Why don't you ever play here again? Daddy's mad at Om for buying Micah chocolate one cardboard?" asked Micah innocently.
Arkana chuckles again. She recalled how Segara nagged her at the speed of her mother-of-the-mom mirirp that her tupperware removed just because she bought him a cardboard of chocolate to give to Micah as a birthday gift a few months ago. Apparently this girl thought she rarely visited because of the events of the day. Very amusing.
"No. Om Ar has been busy lately, so it is rare to be able to play and meet Micah. Sorry, yes, Princess." Her trickle.
But hearing herself called princess by Arkana actually made Micah tick. "I'm not a princess. Don't call Micah that." Protest with adorable looks.
Arkana's laughter exploded right then and there. He pinched Micah's kingpin's cheeks with his anxiety to make his master shout more protests that invite his laughter to break.
In the doorway, Segara could only watch everything in silence. The way Arkana seduces Micah reminds her of Karenina many times more than before.
In the past, when they were newly married and not blessed with Micah, Karenina was fond of teasing complex children who were spending the afternoon with caregivers. Not infrequently his nosy hands pinched the cheeks of the children's kingpin just to make them cry and complain to his parents.
As a result, the, Segara had to reach deeper into the bag to buy the children a favorite ice cream so that their cries subsided while Karenina just laughed satisfied to see her husband throbbing and nagging about his money coffers gradually thinning because of his nosiness.
Seeing Arkana made Segara think of Karenina. Making the longing that he craved in the chest burst into the air like fireworks that are lit on the new year celebration. But Segara doesn't mind, because Arkana is the only one Karen had in the world before she met him. The only place to lean when the woman fell down slapped by the cruel reality of the world. The only person the woman could rely on after the death of her parents. A younger sibling who could not attend his own funeral years later.
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