THE SOULMATE FROM HELL

2. ONE

(Two months ago)

Tightening his sleeping kimono, Gendis Atmojo stepped out without slippers, towards the balcony whose door was slightly open. Her steps were slow and careful, she approached her husband—Gading Atmojo who was standing there—looking at the dense sky, her husband's silvery hair was still a little messy, but she had already put her clothes back on. The night wind was cold but her husband was unaffected.

Gendis Atmojo hugged her husband from behind. Her head was fixed on her husband's wide back.

“What are you doing here?” ask Gendis to her husband. “It's late. Comein. You'll be sick, Mas.”

Gading Atmojo did not answer. Ivory Hand touched the hand of Gendis that wrapped around her stomach gently, then kissed the back of her hand long before it ended up smearing the finger of the lentic fingers.

Gendis became convinced that her husband was not well. Almost twenty-five years Gendis lived with Ivory, isn't it a long time to get to know each other?

“Why you? Story, dong, Mas.” Gendis voice is indeed soft. Being angry even Gendis never to scream. I don't know what his mother craved when pregnant this Gendis.

Gading Atmojo sighed. “Umbara.” Sounds heavy.

“What's with Umbara?” asked Gendis, again with her soft voice.

What happened to his proud son? As far as Gendis, Umbara, never make problems like his sister, Jagad— which more often makes Gendis headaches.

Umbara since childhood is quiet, his behavior is very good, smart and can always make Gendis proud. Umbara was not his biological son, but Gendis loved Umbara as much as he loved Jagad.

To Gendis, Umbara was his proud son.

“I think it's time for Umbara to get married. This year he is 35. But, you saw it for yourself, right? she has never once been seen to have a boyfriend.”

“Indeed having a girlfriend has to be cheered. Silly of you, my. I guess you have a big problem what to moody gini.”

Ivory closed his eyes. “I'm afraid the rumors are true.”

Gendis releases her hand from Ivory's body. To be honest, Gendis was a little upset to hear her husband's words. “Our child is normal.”.

“I know. But, I don't want them to keep talking about it.” Ivory was tired of hearing rumors about his eldest son. As a father he did not want his son to be vilified by anyone.

“Mean you do not have to hear the talk of people, Mas.” said Gendis increasingly upset. He could have. Why her husband is not. It was only Ivory who was hot ears to hear unclear rumors about Umbara. If possible, Gendis would love to stuff the mouths of those who have nothing to do.

“Already, Mas. It's already night. Let's go to sleep again.” Then Gendis walked into the room.

The tusks followed him until they got into bed, lay down, and prepared for bed.

“Where if we mate only.” said Ivory finally, he had long thought of this plan.

Gendis turned her head, looking at Ivory who was lying beside her.

“Dijodohin?” gendis Remanufacture. His forehead wrinkled. Why does her husband bother like this. Gendis is sure, Umbara just has not found the woman he likes. The rumors are not true. Even if it is true, he doesn't care. As with Umbara, he was still his son. Proud child. Beloved son.

“Iya. If not betrothed, I'm sure he won't marry.”

“Mas, you are so, the same child himself.” complained Gendis who again became upset.

“I want Umbara to get married, have cute kids. Let's have a grandchild. Don't want to have a grandson?”

Hearing the words grandchild, Gendis was provoked. If you can be honest, Gendis has long wanted to fondle grandchildren. But, all this time he only dared to wait. Umbara or Jagad they do not seem to want to get married. Gendis is not the type of parent who will urge her child to get married soon.

“Ya, pengen.” sahut Gendis honest.

“Makanya, Umbara must marry. All evidence to people that our children are normal.”

“But if Umbara does not want you do not force, Mas.”

“Who would you like to mate with?”

Ivory doesn't really know what kind of woman his son wants. But, he had several female candidates who he thought were suitable to be with Umbara.

“What if his grandson Juan is the same? Kezia or Arimbi. They were not far from Umbara. Beautiful, Smart, and, her personality is also good.”

Hadeh! Why the two women?

Gendis took a breath. Gendis doesn't want to be hypocritical. If you have a daughter-in-law like them, Gendis might dare to stop thanking God.

Kezia Choi and Arimbi Salim. If Gendis is an HR in her husband's company. Clearly, he would not reject a superior quality Human Resource like them.

Kezia Choi, in just two years he has been able to bring his father's advertising company—Daniel Choi, won many international awards. Meanwhile, Arimbi Salim, he is a young lawyer who also has a myriad of achievements. There are many big cases that he has managed to handle. Its performance in the advocacy field is clearly beyond doubt.

But.... Umbaras. No, he didn't feel his son was inappropriate for them or vice versa.

“Why not just Betari?”

Gendis felt women like Betari were more suited to Umbara.

“You are real, dong. Umbara's soul mate would be the same handyman to make the obar. There can be high blood of our child.”

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Betari was talking to her grandmother's cat—Hello, when her grandfather, who had never been willing to speak well with her, called her.

“Tari, you are called grandfather.” Arimbi said without further ado as soon as he found his sister in the back garden with Hello.

If you can be honest, Betari is lazy if he has to meet his grandfather. Grandpa was also angry. But, the feeling these days is just Betari.

“Buruan has been waiting for them in the room.” exciting Arimbi.

In his bedroom, Juan Salim was sitting on the sofa, reading a book with his wife—Widuri Salim who was also reading.

As Betari recalled, the last time she entered the room of her grandparents was when she was seven years old and her parents were alive. Therefore, Betari is more familiar with the work space of the grandfather. Often called there to be taken.

Widuri Salim smiled as soon as he realized the presence of Betari. Then said while patting the empty side next to him. “Dance, here sit same grandma.”

Betari sat next to Widuri Salim. The grandmother then stroked the top of her head slowly, then tidied her messy haircut to the back of the ear. Habits that Widuri often does to him.

“Grandfather want to discuss what I am?” ask Betari. I don't know who the question was he gave me. Betari clearly felt strange or rather uncomfortable if he had to speak well with Juan Salim. Luckily they are not alone.

“Grandma wants your mate.” replied Widuri without further ado. Juan Salim felt the same way. Good then. Betari is also lazy if you have to speak well with people like Juan Salim. He preferred to make Juan Salim angry.

“Hah! Stupid?” betari's forehead is wrinkled. “Whose name?”

“There, deh. You want yes, dear.”

“If Tari does not want to be able to, Nek.” his great-granddaughter is slim, afraid that the grandfather will swallow it round and round.

Can right. Juan Salim immediately glared at him. Like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.

“Once in a while you recite the same parents can.” Juan Salim, the starving lion finally made a sound.

Pimply. Pimply. Pimply