THE SOULMATE FROM HELL
18. SEVENTEEN
That morning Betari woke up with her head dizzy. The window of his room was still perfectly closed. However, the scorching sunlight outside barged inside, thus illuminating the entire room.
Betari closed her mouth, slowly rising from her sleeping position. His eyes were open even though he felt heavy. Then he was struck by intense dizziness and nausea. He got out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and pulled out his bowels in the toilet.
Judging from what he felt as soon as he woke up this morning, Betari was sure last night he must have been drinking very much. It's because of the fucking depraved! Really, Betari could not if not blame the damn man who once made her want to die but also wanted to live just for the sake of showing that she was okay.
Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at her reflection there. The makeup on her face faded slightly in some parts. So last night she slept still wearing makeup?!
Shittt!
This is bad news. It was not that he was exaggerating about this, but cleaning his face before going to bed was important to him. Sleeping still with makeup let alone a dirty face can make his face acne, and Betari absolutely does not want it to happen again. He knew that his pimply face was synonymous with an ugly appearance. In fact, Betari did not want to be ugly anymore. Quite a while ago when he was a teenager who was severely beaten by puberty and could not take care of himself or a few days ago his face was destroyed because of the damn treatment. Although, she could still be beautiful by wearing makeup. But, natural beauty remains the proudest.
Oh, ja. About that red face yesterday. To be honest Betari was very panicked and afraid that his face would be destroyed. However, she did not want to make her grandmother and mother-in-law follow the storm. So Betari pretended that it was no big deal. Even so, the stone screamed for God's help.
Betari spent a few minutes in the bathroom cleaning herself and came out afterwards wearing a bath kimono.
“You're up?”
Betari turned to the side to find Umbara at the door. The man carried a tray that was then placed on the nightstand on the edge of the bed.
“I made you ginger tea. Said it was good to get rid of affect.” Umbara took a glass of ginger tea and brought it closer to Betari. “Drink first.” said.
Betari received the ginger tea that Umbara gave, then drank it up to half a glass. “Still.”
“I also make soup so that your hangover is gone. Edited later. There's your favorite chicken porridge if you're still hungry.” Umbara can't cook. But he was desperate to make it himself by looking at video tutorials on the internet. Lucky when tasted it taste good so he did not hesitate to give it to Betari.
“Still.”
“No need to say thanks. I should have taken care of my wife, right?”
Betari just nodded.
“I go to work first. If you need something you call me.”
“Oh, yes. Mom will be home. You don't go.”
Umbara then left her room and Betari took a quick glance at the soup made by her husband. He felt hesitant to drink it, Betari knew Umbara could not cook maybe more precisely had never cooked other than instant noodles ala warmindo. But driven by curiosity and instead of wanting to appreciate the goodness of Umbara, because after all, Umbara will not know if he kept throwing it in the closet. He drank the soup and it tasted good.
Shortly after Umbara left for work and Betari finished eating chicken porridge, the mother-in-law came with a woman in her late 40s who introduced herself named Atun.
“Start today bik Atun who will help here.” said Gendis Atmojo to his son-in-law.
A week ago ART who had only worked one month in this house, named Marni suddenly said goodbye to Betari and Umbara said she wanted to elope with her boyfriend. Betari and Umbara who felt Marni was silly to advise her, even Betari also scared her but Marni who was drunk with love was still cool with her crazy plan. Eventually, the two of them let Marni go. The generous Umbara did not forget to pray for him and they gave Marni a severance pay that day Betari saw her coming home with her boyfriend picked up waiting for her in front of the complex on an tail motorbike. To be honest, Betari was very regretful of the decision of the Marni. It was the stupidest act, Betari thought.
When Umbara returned home that afternoon for lunch with Betari he did not find his wife, but Atun's bik.
He who saw it could not bear to ask. Even though he himself knew the answer. “Bik Atun why in my home?” Umbara looked at Bik Atun sharply.
Umbara decided later to talk to his mother. He knew his mother meant well. But, the plan can fail if there is a bik Atun who helps them take care of the house.
“Bik Atun see my wife?”
“Mbak Dance go same mom.”
“Say the same aunt does not want to go where?”
“Ngak, Mas.”
Somehow Umbara couldn't help but get upset knowing that his wife wasn't home when he came home to bring her lunch.
Not yet relieved his sense of regret, a message from Juhi made him even more inflamed. Either he has to thank his best friend's son or vice versa, which is clear he does not like his feelings at this time.
Betari could not take it anymore. He secretly gritted his molars. Her mother-in-law was outrageous this time. How could Gendis Atmojo be so heartened to drag him to this place to watch the wedding reception of the son of customs officials, while he had a mountain of work to do and again his head was still dizzy from his stupidity last night.
While Gendis Atmojo who sat next to Betari seemed to forget that there was a son-in-law along with him and was instead engrossed in responding to the nonsense of a mother whose makeup was very striking to the eye. Anyone would think that these mothers were like walking jewelry stores. Just look at the chain necklace around her neck and the bracelets hanging on her hands that clatter every time she moves her plump hands. Not to mention the rings on his fingers. Truly an eye-damaging sight, Betari lamented inwardly.
From where she sat Betari also heard another nonsense with a sneering tone from another pair of mothers sitting next to her table.
“Jeng Ratna watch her stomach the Mila.”
“Emang why her stomach is Mila, Jeng Endang.”
“Kayak again pregnant young, yes not heh.”
“Times anyway, it may be because of the danger alone are fit to the body he is plump.”
“Ah, no, deh, Jeng Ratna try to pay attention again.”
Betari felt the mouths of both mothers were very annoying. Contrary to what he thought, Betari even took care of the bride's stomach on the lap. In his heart he agreed with the mothers called Jeng Endang and was amazed by the sharpness of his eyes.
He seemed to have to hold himself back even longer as the event did not seem to be over yet. Betari pursed her lips and looked at the pet without any more interest.
“Ma, I'm going to the bathroom jerk off, yes.” Betari stood up, then passed from the hotel's riung hall to the nearest bathroom.
In the bathroom after she urinated, Betari washed her hands in the sink. He then looked at the reflection of his face in the mirror and smiled, pride visible in his eyes.
Betari knows that she is desired by many men, even some women do not hesitate or reluctant to praise her physical beauty. She has a slim body and pure white skin as most Asian women would want. The face of Betari, arguably like a flower that blooms in spring. And Betari knew very well how she should be grateful for this blessing from the Lord. Since he was not as smart as his brothers who were all leaders of large corporations, Betari knew he had to utilize this physical charm in addition to his mediocre brain abilities.
As soon as Betari finished admiring herself, she stepped her feet out of the bathroom and someone blocked her way right in front of the passageway that separates the female and male toilets.
Someone she knew smiled at him.
