Home For My Soul

38|Not a Matchmaker

He came directly on his motorcycle. Without asking much, he understood what I was saying and took me to his agency office. Although I was confused by her choice, I resigned when two people brought me closer to the dresser.

In less than an hour, I was beautiful with a simple hairdo, minimalist mekap, complete with a continuous dress suitable for my noisy body, short heels, and, and a bag that matches the color of my clothes.

“I told you, you need some clothes. You don't believe it, anyway.” Brother Jericho swept his gaze all over my body. “This look suits you. What event is there?”

“Will I explain on the road. We have to go now.” I glanced at my watch with fret.

“Beres!” He took my hand and pulled me out of the room.

Within half an hour, we arrived at our destination. I immediately threw him away, unwilling to make him late with his own business. The woman who called me immediately approached and invited me to get ready.

The event turned out to be attended by the mayor and the governor as well, but I wasn't nervous about performing in front of all of them. Moreover, every song that I brought with my bandmates that they invited I have mastered well. The opening of the building went well and my role was done.

They don't need me in entertainment. It's something I'm very grateful for, because Theo would be angry if I didn't fulfill his request. Although I was confused how to arrive on time at my residence before he came.

I thank you after the woman showed me the proof of my payment transfer, and then said goodbye. They were so generous to give me that kind of money. I raised my head looking towards the exit, but I was instead faced with the red face of a person I had not expected.

I did not believe in a soul mate, but I began to doubt my beliefs. The place where I shouldn't have met him, I met him. Do all the companies and rich people in this city know them?

First, he attended the wedding anniversary of Wiryawan's parents. Now, he came to the inauguration of a new building belonging to one of the successful entrepreneurs in the country. Just while busking, I didn't meet him.

“Who pays for everything that sticks on your body?” tanyanya.

Oh. This is what makes him angry. I think he was offended to see his girlfriend make money by performing at this place. Well, he's annoying when he's on a rampage. I'd rather just shut up and not say Brother's name. Let him guess for himself.

“I have to go. My business is done here.” I walked past him, but he caught my hand. “I have an appointment with my secret girlfriend.”

“Not funny.” He gritted his teeth. “Who paid for all this?”

“I'm serious. My boyfriend is creepy when he's angry, so you better let go of my hand,” I said again, looking at his hand holding mine.

“Richo.” She read the brand on the back of my neck. Maddened. He could tell from that one clue alone? “Gue can give you a better shirt than this.”

“I—” I said, trying to explain, but he put his index finger in front of my lips.

“Do not make me angry. I am disappointed with Lo.” He put his finger away, then took my hand closer to the serving table. “We ate, just left.”

Why do I feel like our relationship is more than a girlfriend? My parents and brother have never been like this. He acts more than the way they love me. He should be angry if I don't wear clothes, not when I wear someone else's clothes.

To help me deal with the upset, I ate the food without looking at him. This can't, it can't. For a long time, I could not breathe. Why not just ask me to leave this world? Let him be satisfied.

After eating, he took me out of the place. We went to a boutique where the clothing designs were pretty good, and interestingly, they provided sizes for big women like me.

“No. Replace the others,” he said, rejecting a very good fifth shirt on my body.

“What do you mean?” my protest, disagree with his opinion. “This shirt is good. The color is according to my skin and the model fits my curves.”

“Who pays? I´m. So, I determine which clothes are suitable for lo,” he said seriously. He looked towards the waiter by my side. “Show your other collections.”

“I've tried five outfits, Theo. Everything is good and suitable. They choose the right fit for my body shape. Their other collections the result will be the same if these five you refuse,” I said, trying to explain.

He was silent and busy with his phone. I growled in annoyance, but obeyed the servant's invitation to try on the other clothes they had. My guess is correct. Collection after collection they took it out and put it on my body, but nothing he received.

The two boutique employees chuckled, seeing me pout over all of Theo's clothing choices. I can't imagine what people will react to when I wear it in public. Maybe they will also laugh like these two women.

“Please, give me two shoes and a bag that matches all the clothes,” he said to the waiter after being satisfied to choose clothes for me.

“Good, Mas. Come, Ma'am, this way,” politely invite the woman.

Theo paid for all the items he chose, then carried the bag himself to his car. He must have driven the car, not the motorcycle, because he promised to take me to buy clothes. That way, shopping bags can be placed in the back seat.

“You must have deliberately picked all those clothes so that I look like a clown,” I said annoyedly.

“Gue hungry. We ate, just got home.” He looked around at the restaurant on the left side of the street.

“I'm not hungry. Take me, you just ate,” reject me.

“We eat here only. Their filet fish are very tasty and suitable to relieve lo.” emotions He turned his car into the parking lot of a building.

So obnoxious. I don't need to eat to relieve my emotions, but go home and take a shower. Only cold water could help my head not get hot anymore seeing that arrogant face. I can't imagine Aunt and Matt's response tomorrow to my new shirt.

“Come,” he said as he extended his hand. He opened the door by my side, because I didn't want to go out. “Or do you prefer I carry lo?”

I open my mouth and look at him in disbelief. “You will not be strong.” He looked at me for a moment, then lowered his body and placed one hand on my back. “OK, okay. I'll be out now.”

“So, dong, from earlier.” He stood up straight, giving me room to get out of the car.

Oh, dearGod. Why is there such an annoying person? Didn't she know I had to wash the clothes she gave me so I could wear them at the concert tomorrow? Why would I eat if I was this angry? Fish, what fish can relieve emotions if the source is near me?

The restaurant he chose was no joke. The food here must be expensive. Looking at the clothes I was wearing, it was fortunate that my appearance deserved to be in this place. Had I worn one of his preferred clothes, the maid would not have let me in.

He led me to an empty table in the corner of the dining room. Good though. We did not enter a private room available. I was lazy to look at his face near me. So that I wouldn't have to see him, I sat on a chair by the wall. That way, I'm dealing with the bag.

“We order fish filet package two, lemon juice one, black coffee one, and two glasses of water. For his extra menu,” he flips the page of the book in front of him, “broccoli roast, potato wedges, and fruit cut.”

“Good, Mas,” said the waiter, noting his order. “How about Mbak—”

“No. It was an order for both of us,” cut Theo, not allowing me to order the food I wanted.

“Good. Please wait a minute. Food will be between us at most fifteen minutes.” The woman took the menu book from both of us.

“I can order my own food,” my protest once the woman is away from us.

“Gue knows,” reply casually. He picked up his bag that was on the chair beside him, then moved to sit so we could face each other. “Begini better.”

“Back to your seat again,” I said with annoyance.

He was indeed his look for mercy, but I had no interest in seeing him. Other girls may like to look at her for a long time. I wasn't. Since we first got to know in SMU neither. Especially after getting to know his nature that only pisses me off.

“Lo want to come month, huh? It's been a few days lo senewen.” He looked at me carefully. He still asks? He's the source of my problems, not my hormones.

I didn't answer, just moved back to the seat near the alley and put my backpack into the chair I was sitting on. He did the same thing so we faced each other again. My emotions got up to the crown seeing him just being indifferent, deliberately provoking my anger. Intending on moving into the corner again, he would definitely imitate. So obnoxious.

“Hai, Theo!” Sounds coming from behind me. Oh, naw. I know the owner of that voice. Why is he here? “Who is this girl that came with you? Lo, you??”