THE SOULMATE FROM HELL
15. FOURTEEN
Umbara is busy serving Sagara who continues to invite him to speak unclear. They talked about chickens, horses, and Betari's stuffed sheep that upset Sagara. He said the doll would not answer the questions the boy had asked him.
“Om Bara dengerin Because no, anyway?”
Umbara, who was sitting leaning against the head of the bed, was surprised to hear the boy pulling the edge of his shirt arm. “Eh? Yes, Gara. About dengerin.”
“If horrin do not while daydreaming.”
Umbara smiled as he looked at the boy. “Ih, you are so funny.” Then, he pinched the gnarled cheek of Sagara who was still standing in front of him. “Om no longer daydreaming, Darling.” Om sleepy.
“Ya, already. Now om dengerin again my story ya.”
“Siap.”
“Ok, good.”
Umbara was waiting.
“Aduh, Because I forgot to talk about it until where, yes.” Sagara complained innocently. Then in dramatic style the boy patted his own eel.
While Betari who sat cross-legged on the sofa like a hermit, busy glaring at the screen of his cellphone. On a blog page named Haters Betari Angelica who accidentally returned he found when he idly typed his own name on the google browser page on his phone. Yup, brothers and sisters, in addition to having millions of fans who become followers on Instagram, Tiktok, and Facebook and 10 million more subscribers on his Youtube channel, his Youtube channel, Betari Angelica Salim also has a lot of haters who are always ready to sneer and make fun of her even destroy her whenever and wherever. Life is fair.
There is a photo of a handsome young man in an all-white chef costume and a black apron, holding his hand on the shoulder of a woman juxtaposed with a picture of him secretly taken in—where is this? Betari is glaring more . Yes, right in front of the mountain of trash. A large written title below:
Vino Risjad Embrace Friendly Women, Goodbye Betari Angelica! Go To Hell You *****!
GirlfriendTouch: I salfok dong same photo as his *****. Where the hell is that? Bantargebang is not it? Fucking trash.
UmiKulsum: Gilaaaa, I'm really cool. Finally chef Vino has a new pair.
Arianagrande: Noh, who likes to say that chef Vino can not move on from the *****. Mama-mam!
Finafiola: I hope they're really dating. The ***** to hell only you.
Aku_Salsa: Chef Vino is getting hotter. So more love.
Mamuda: Again shadow the Bicth roll over see Chef Vino's photo with his new girlfriend.
Wife.mingyuu: Chef Vino you desire the best. And you betari Angelica you go to hell, *****!
Roromendut: Yaawo yaawoo they are very friendly. Now the ***** is definitely crying bombai.
Whoa! The insolent!
“Nangis bombai nutmeg lo!” furious Betari. Basic netizens know it!
Umbara gasped in surprise. Still with half-opened eyes he turned to Betari who was sitting in front of the window beside the bed. “Why you?”
“Ngak papa.” Betari jumped off the couch in quick motion. “Gue wants to make spicy noodles. Do you want it?”
“Ngak.”
“Ya, already. We are all the same with Sagara. You guys fit.”
Huh uh?! Unambiguous.
What the hell, is he? Umbara gave him one last look before turning a blind eye and going to sleep.
Betari slid into the kitchen to make the spicy noodles she wanted. He was very upset with all the comments on the haters blog and what he really needed right now was an impingement. He had to vent his frustration right now, or he could be even crazier than just a murmur.
Ow hell! Now is not the time to wonder. Let alone blame him who likes to prank open the blog haters damn it all that is the contents of the curse and swearing for him.
Betari took a handful of demon chili from the refrigerator, Chinese mustard because she did not like green mustard, tomatoes, onions and did not forget two duck eggs. Oh, one more... Chicken sausage. Where did the sausage go. Don't tell me he didn't buy sausages. Gah! Fuck the chicken sausage.
Now Betari put all the ingredients on the table and started cooking.
***
In the middle of his sleep, Umbara faintly heard the sound of a cell phone. Without opening her eyes she fumbled over the bed. Reflexively, he answered the call. “Halo?” sapanya.
Then there was a loud noise from across there. “Bet! I miss you so badly!”
Umbara opened his eyes in shock. The caller continued to speak without pause.
“Gue has arrived at the airport. We hang out in an ordinary place. Look out for you when you are late. Bye!” Then the phone connection was cut.
Umbara looked at the cell phone in his hand and realized that he had just answered Betari's phone call. He then put the phone to the nightstand and continued to sleep.
***
It was late afternoon when Umbar woke up and he found Sagara still asleep in his arms.
“Lo is up.” Betari came out of the bathroom and walked up to the nightstand next to the bed, picking up her phone.
“What time is it now?” Umbara pulled his body and leaned against the head of the bed.
“Enam.” said while playing the phone. “Laper no?” he turned his attention to Umbara.
“Not too.” The answer. “You hungry? what do you want to eat? I buyin now.”
“Neither buy. How am I going?” Betari looked at Umbara. “Speaking you want to macakin what?” Whatever it is up to you I can cook anything just googling it just eg I do not know, but you take care of onions. I'd be lazy if the time to hold my hand stinks of onions. Know yourself the smell of onions is hard to lose.
Umbara looked at Betari. “Capcay, can.” call it
“Bby,” Betari continues. “Lo help wash rice similarly chopped onions.”
Umbara agrees. He had never washed rice, but chopping onions seemed easy.
“Sama peel carrot.” Betari added and walked past.
“Biarin. He won't wake up. He kebo kayak his father.” Reply Betari without stopping his steps towards the door.
Slowly Umbara revealed the blanket covering his body and got off the bed. He was sure that it was Beth who had enveloped them.
“Lo wash the rice first” Betari thrust a large enough bowl containing rice to Umbara.
Umbara received the bowl. “This rice is just watered using water, right?”
“Lo never washed rice?”
Umbara.
The natureak! “I'm here ajarin.” Betari then showed Umbara how to wash rice properly and properly. She even taught her husband how to cook rice with rice cooker—, which she thought was as easy as making pop noodles.
Betari then handed him two cloves of garlic, an onion and a knife handle. “This is peeled first, continue chopping. If the onions are sliced thinly.”
Umbara nodded and started peeling the onion skin. While Betari nimbly cut vegetables and meatballs.
“Oh, yes. I almost forgot. Last time you slept your sister came here. She loves invitations.” Betari took the shrimp from the refrigerator. Then cleaned. “Invitation I put on the living room table.”
Umbara nodded and thanked him.
“I help what else?”
“Carrot peel.” Betari offered him two medium-sized carrots.
“Then cut the carrots a bit cane, let it crisp when chewed.” Betari glanced at him, seeing Umbara peeling the carrots. “Lo also never peeled carrots?” guess it.
“Emmm Umbara.
The natureak! “The peel is thin. Don't tebel-tebel. Ntar finished his carrots.”
Umbara nodded and began peeling again as Betari had said.
Furthermore, they did not speak to each other anymore and Betari concentrated in the process of making Capcay. He gathered the cut-up materials onto a large plate. Then pass them off one by one. Broccoli, fermented mushrooms, mustard, carrots, fish meatballs and shrimp are placed in different containers. Betari asked Umbara to wait while she prepared the spices and started cooking.
“You learned to cook from your grandmother?” tanya Umbara, she noticed how Betari was agilely sauteing onions. He knew that both Betari's parents had long since died. Maybe when she was a kid.
“Nggak.” he said while inhaling the fragrant that comes out of the onion. Then put the shrimp into the stir-fry and cook it until it changes color, before putting meatballs, carrots, mushrooms and mustard.
“Fyi, my grandmother can't cook.” Betari was busy putting oyster sauce, fish sauce and salt into his cooking, followed by pepper. He moved slowly.
Umbara became curious about who Betari learned to cook with. “Keep you learn from whom?”
Betari's stirring stopped for a second, but Umbara did not notice it. He didn't answer. He instead asked Umbara to get a solution of cornstarch.
Umbara took what Betari asked for. The cornstarch in his hand then moved into the pan.
“Gue studied with my ex.” The voice of Betari was calm. His heart was upset.
“Oh, ex-you—“
Betari cut off Umbara's unfinished sentence. “They smell already fragrant.” Then pour a little brownish liquid from the vegetable spoon into his own palm and taste it.
Betari turned off the stove and moved the capcay into a serving dish and put it on the table. The fragrant smell of the cuisine instantly seduces the nose. Umbara was suddenly hungry.
Betari sat beside Umbara. They eat in silence.
After the meal, Umbara washed the utensils while Betari answered the incoming phone call.
“Halo.”
“Bet, where are you anyway?”
“At home. Why?”
“How to do lo. Get it here! I'm really lazy if I have to be Milky mosquito repellent with Vanila.”
“Ngot able.”
“Why? Not approved by husband.”
“Gue should take care of Sagara.”
“Elah! Shucks habits. Where else, the hell is he?”
“Work said.”
“Ya, that's it. I miss the same thing you. Am I going to your house now.”
“Nevent gone.”
“OK! I'll see you at Starley's party tomorrow night. Lo dateng right?”
“Of course.”
“Bye, Bets! Love you.”
“Bye, love you too.”
Betari turned off the phone.
“So you still have a girlfriend?” his voice was heavy and without hospitality.
Betari looked in shock. Umbara was already standing before him when he turned around. The man looked at her. Jaw tightens.
