THE SOULMATE FROM HELL

19. EIGHTEEN

At that time, in early November, heavy rain started the morning of everyone in Yogyakarta. That year, his second year as a student.

Betari sat in front of her boarding room window monitoring the heavy rain out there, eating her breakfast reluctantly because of her bitter tongue. He is also considering whether he will be attending class this morning.

Outside of the heavy rain and his body was still feverish.

He was not too late though he continued to linger in his place for the next ten minutes and the next ten minutes should he use to go there. The campus was not far from where he lived, he walked there every day, since his first day of college.

His wealthy grandfather was furious when Betari decided to go to college in Yogyakarta and deliberately tortured him.

Juan Salim, his annoying grandfather wanted him to go to one of the ivy league campuses like his other brothers. But Betari knew she couldn't. He was different from his other brothers. His English skills when he just graduated high school are not even better than elementary school children. How she will become an UPenn student like her brother and graduate with an honorary degree. Or his other cousins who are not inferior to his brother.

It didn't feel like his ten minutes to linger were up. He decided with a heavy heart not to go to class. Betari had never skipped class before, but this time she felt very lazy due to the rain outside and the fever on her body.

Of course he was very reluctant to break through the rush of rain, his shoes would definitely get wet and it would be very uncomfortable if he wore them for some time. It was also impossible for him to go to class in rubber flip-flops. Pak Gunung, his excellent lecturer was definitely not going to like— on the first day of college Pak Gunung has confirmed that all students in his class must look decent and polite, and, as one of the laden follow his class.

Not to mention the fever, it might get worse. If he gets in the rain and wears wet shoes.

But the Mountain pack class was also important for his future, even the other classes were equally important.

No. gabe. I gotta go. Betari took a breath. The rain and the fever are nothing. Just a little more! his grades are also very important and in the next two years he has to be the best graduate. It would be useless in his grandfather's eyes. Betari sincerely hopes that in the future at least it will help her get a decent job .

If he was afraid that the rain would make his shoes wet, wouldn't there still be many ways to save his shoes? And fever. Didn't he take the medicine again this morning. He had an umbrella, and it was enough to protect him. And also a thick jacket.

While encouraging himself Betari took his shoes and wrapped them in plastic. He would wear rubber slippers and replace them later before entering class. Then he rushed out with an umbrella.

Betari walked down the waterlogged streets almost limited to her eyes with shelter under her umbrella that turned out to be broken next door. He made it to Thunder pack class even though his clothes were a bit wet and he was a few minutes late.

During the class he could not concentrate because his body was getting hotter and slowly the sound of the Mountain pack in front of the class was heard floating along with it his gaze blurred and darkened. He was unconscious.

When he woke up from his stupor, Betari saw Vino Risjad sitting by his bedside.

The man smiled showing off his deep dimples. His voice was clear and gentle when calling his name.

“From.”

Betari blinked and the shadows of the past seemed to evaporate from her head. But, he knew that he could never just forget the man. Vino Risjad clearly has his own place in his heart. Even after the betrayal she committed Betari could only hate her.

Betari hates this man in front of her and hopes to never see him again because not seeing him will probably make her feel better.

“Soide, don't block the way.” His voice was cold, without the slightest hospitality.

Vino Risjad. There was no intention of giving him a path at all. He knew the character of the woman before him. Although the rock was difficult to break with his bare hands, he would not give up easily and would keep trying until it succeeded.

“We need to talk, Tari.” he said in the end.

Betari looked at Vino Risjad cynically, then sneered. “Nothing to talk about. Everything is clear.”

Highlight the eyes of Vino Risjad who was originally full of longing cues also hope that it slowly turns into a frustrated eye highlight. The persistence of his heart slowly began to erode.

“You heard me first.”

After that day, Betari never once listened to him. Vino realized that his actions one year ago were disgusting and would never be forgiven. But, he could not be without Betari in his life. This one year, he had gone through without the woman and he could not hold on again for another year.

Although it sounded very shameless, that he would never get an apology from Betari. At least Vino was hoping for mercy from the woman.

For God's sake, Vino needs Betari with him more than anything.

Let him be the least self-knowing human being. His life has become disgusting. He is so disgusting.

Betari said nothing. He did not want to talk about anything with this bastard man before him, all he wanted right now was to go far away from him. However, just as he was about to leave from there his hand was scuffed by Vino.

The man involuntarily firmly grasped Betari's wrist.

“Please!” again his tone was extremely cold and he did not show any feelings at all on his face.

Vino answered weakly. “Ngak. We haven't talked.”

Betari patience reached its lowest limit. His face hardened, his eyes that were always sparkling excitedly, the colder he was. While his lips were tightly clenched held in anger.

“From!”

Betari recognized the voice belonged to Hendrik Leo, the singer with a million charms.

Betari did not return to the wedding. Hendrik Leo took him out of the hotel and at Betari's own request dropped him off in front of a dining establishment.

Not far from the hotel where the customs official's wedding reception took place, about five minutes away by car, without traffic jams, there is a padang restaurant that is very famous for its rendang and sambalnya very tasty. Until people are willing to scramble or come early just for the sake of being able to eat their homemade rendang—which does not need to wait a long time to run out without the rest of—so the waiter takes it out of the kitchen and serves it in storefronts.

It was also twelve hours less, but the steppe's restaurant was already full of starving people— as Betari had imagined. And the rendang is gone. He scowled at the large bowl where the shawl was empty, not a single piece of meat was left. The second option is fried chicken. His eyes flashed with pleasure at the piece of fried chicken thigh left on top of the large serving plate.

Betari rushed to pick it up, unfortunately he lost quickly by another hand.

“Oh, my chicken.” Betari with a lost expression looked at the thigh of the fried chicken that had been held by another hand. “That's me who saw first.” He then turned his face to someone beside him who had just snatched away his fried chicken, he was aiming for.

“Duh, sorry, Auntie, but I took it first.” said someone who now holds fried chicken with food stamps.

“Juhi, give me my fried chicken back.”

“Ngak, Aunt. I'll take it first.”

Betari's gaze could not be switched from the fried chicken that was now already on Juhi's plate. Then he quickly came back saying, “You gave the fried chicken back to me. I'll pay for your food, how?”

“Ngot able.”

“Tante, Why, anyway? Tempe the same year pity, you know, no one takes.” said the teenager before leaving him with his two friends.

“Fucking boy!” dengus Betari's.

With a heavy heart Betari took a few pieces of tempeh and fried tofu, because the other side dishes had already run out. Then go grab a drink and find an empty seat for her to eat.

Betari had circulated her gaze all over the place, but did not find a single empty table and she could sit there comfortably. This restaurant is very popular.

“Tante can't seat, huh?” the mocking voice of course Betari knew it came from the mouth of the Juhi. He was sure the girl must have done it on purpose.

Ever since the teenage girl found out she and Umbara had been married, her attitude shown to Betari had become clearer.

Betari turned to the source of the voice and found the girl smiling at him, but she could be tricked. The two friends also looked at Betari but the expression on their faces was different, it looked ordinary, not like Juhi's.

“Yes, already, sit here with us. Than aunty eats stand.” said the boy later, offering an empty curd next to him.

All the tables were full, but the table of the three boys still left one empty seat. It was just that Betari felt reluctant to join them, and now she would just give up.

“Tante is alone?” juhi said as soon as Betari sat with her.

“Iya.” Betari answered indifferently.

“Om Bara to where?”

Hm. Betari understood where this conversation was going.

“Work,” and instantly add. “Let me give his wife a meal.” he said from chirps.

Juhi grunting. “Yes, times, Tan. Om Bara does not need to work also can still love aunty to eat.”

“Yakin very much you.” Betari.

In the middle of eating activities Betari mobile phone reads. He took it from his handbag and found the name of ID Gendis Atmojo on the screen.

Jeez naga. Betari forgot that she had left her mother-in-law without saying goodbye. Gendis must be looking for him now.

Hadeh! Because of who the hell?

“Halo, Ma.”

“Dance, you're in the bathroom Why is it so long. You're all right, right?”

“Iya, Ma.”

“If you're done in the bathroom, hunt back”

“The talk is not done yet, Ma?”

“Not yet, but most briefly again also finished. Why?” reply Gendis Atmojo from across there.

“Ngak, Ma.”

“Ya, already. Then you are hunting back. This mama took you to eat.”

“Ya, Ma.” Betari is unsure.

The connection was then disconnected.

“We first, yes, Aunt.” said Juhi who is now finished eating.

“Oh, Yes. Beware you guys.” muttered Betari as she looked up and saw the three teenage girls who were still wearing school uniforms standing from their respective seats. “Awas arrested teacher BK.” Betari added.

“Ngak going.” says Juhi sounds confident.

“Greetings to Bara, yes, Aunt.” The teenager wore a smile that somehow looked dangerous, before finally completely abandoning it.

There were two photos that Juhi sent to him. The first photo is a picture of his wife who came out of a car that Umbara knew was not his mother's car, Gendis Atmojo's car nothing green. While the second photo is of Betari waving at the figure of the man in a hat and sunglasses in the car—the man is loosening his head out, the glass of his car lowered until it runs out.

Umbara wanted to assume that the man was an online taxi driver, but the taxi driver did not sit in the back manor and would not part with his passengers in such a way, waving his hands.

He several times enlarged the image of the man who he thought was strange for wearing sunglasses in the car. But, she was unable to recognize him, probably because of the hat and sunglasses he was wearing.

“Bik Atun sure my wife go same mama.”

“Yakin, Mas Bara's. Wong was aunt saw the same mother mbak dance went also together. If you do not believe the Bara mas can ask Pak Ujang or mother or mbak Tarinya himself.”

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