THE SOULMATE FROM HELL

21. TWENTY

Betari lay on the sofa in the living room watching television while waiting for her husband to finish making her instant noodles. He was very hungry, even before he fell he was already hungry.

And now his leg is still sore despite being treated and also looks swollen. The doctor said he might have trouble moving in the next few days and advised him to rest at home. That certainly hurt him.

Betari really cursed the damn ghost that caused it to go like this. Fucking demons! It's usually just kidutin. If you dare to try lo nongol in front of many people! Don't just want me, do it! Because of lo, here! I'm temporarily disabled! Fortunately only temporarily, if I permanently call Mr. Kyai here so you read the prayer or witch doctor all you let you be arrested and converted into slaves. You think it's just a human being who can be enslaved.

He snorted, and replaced the television channel. This is also why the show is all bad? Is this entertainment as bad as the country? Did I get to watch Take Me Out? Betari is not a mother who can stand for hours watching such a fake show. Better he watch that silly and annoying—Spongebob.

He glanced at the open kitchen that was on the other side of the living room. Behind the kitchen table with a few tall chairs neatly arranged, Umbara was cooking instant noodles for her.

“From.” call her husband who just finished breaking two eggs—as his request—ke in a boiling pot of noodles. “The eggs are mature or half-cooked?” continues asking.

“Matang.” Reply Betari. “Don't forget to give her a tablespoon. Sliced thin.” he continued warned.

“Iya.”

If the man is not Umbara there may be a puff of the word bawel after the short yes.

“I'm ugly and I'm proud.”

Betari back to Spongebob. On the television screen appeared Patrick the pink starfish who looked stupid.

Stupidhead!

Only a proud fool would be ugly, Betari thought arrogantly. Bad and stupid people are just a joke.

Not long after Umbara had finished cooking the instant noodles desired by Betari, onion chicken flavored instant noodles with two eggs, two pieces of chicken sausage, and, and a handful of spinach leaves that have also been moved into a ceramic bowl and sprinkled with chunks of chives as much as one tablespoon. Everything is according to his request.

Betari's eyes sparkled as her husband brought a bowl of hot noodles and a glass of water from the kitchen. He was very hungry and impatient. She hastily got up from her lying position with difficulty because of her sore legs, but her husband was indeed a very understanding person, Umbara did not stay still when she saw her troubled self. Umbara immediately helped without being asked.

“Still.” said Betari.

“Iya.” Then after making sure Betari was comfortable with his sitting position, then Umbara gave the bowl of noodles that he had placed on the table because he had to help him sit.

Betari received the bowl of noodles and smiled brightly. Finally the awaited!

The hot steam of the noodle soup caressed his face as soon as the bowl was thrust upon him. Betari inhales the savory and delicious aroma of the typical seasoning of instant noodles. He could no longer bear to eat it immediately.

Time eating!

Wait for...

Betari turned her attention to Umbara who was now sitting at the end of sofa— in front of her straightened legs.

Smile weakens. “You didn't eat?” tanyakanya. She obviously felt a little bad about her husband

“No, I am not hungry.” he replied slowly.

Betari began to eat in silence. And ignored her quiet husband. Whenever just the two of you are out of nowhere, Umbara also does not say much. Even her husband's friend once warned her that: Umbara might bore you to death, unless you were a silent cartoon lover.

As far as Betari is concerned, her husband had a lot of talk when he was with Sagara. Is her husband better suited to be friends with babies than adults his age.

Umbara had fallen asleep when Betari had finished eating. Her husband fell asleep in a sitting position and leaned on the back of the sofa. His chest moved up and down quietly. One hand was on her stomach, hugging a sofa pillow. Meanwhile, his usual face looked cold and stiff, looking peaceful when he slept.

Long Betari looked at the sleeping Umbara.

He felt that he had greatly troubled Umbara. At midnight her husband had to take her to the hospital, carry her and even cook her noodles. So he was a little hesitant to wake her up, even though he was eager for Umbara to help her go to the bathroom. Please call himself spoiled. Walking on one foot, let alone the left foot is as difficult as walking on a rice field sculptor whose width is only a handful of children's hands. She needs her husband to clean it up. In fact, his left leg also hurts even though it does not swell like his right leg.

But she could no longer trouble her husband.

Betari was just about to get up from her seat, when she heard Umbara's hoarse and sleepy voice.

“You've finished eating.” That's not a question but rather a statement.

At last....

Betari sighed in relief in heart.

He then told Umbara that he needed to go to the bathroom.

“Oh, you want to go to the bathroom.”

Umbara with her sleepy face was already going to carry her but Betari quickly said that she just wanted her husband to clean her up.

Umbara then washed it into the bathroom and waited outside. Because arguing with his stubborn wife was the first thing he wanted to avoid. His father once said that one of the keys to living a peaceful and lasting household is that he must be more patient and willing to give up. Also give sincere attention.

So, finished from the bathroom, Umbara escorted her back to her room, placed her on the mattress gently and covered her. Of course climbing dozens of stairs is not an easy thing for a limp like him. Just as Umbara was about to leave, Betari pulled the edge of his shirt. Betari's eyes glared and were like frightened. “You don't go first. Wait until I go to sleep.” the door is clear.

“I... afraid that the ghost appears again.” Above the ceiling of the room or from under the bed, he said. Looks like Betari is ashamed to admit it—if she's afraid of demons.

Umbara. It was strange to hear such a remark coming out of the mouth of an adult woman like her. By the way, how old is he? Don't tell me he doesn't know his wife's age. Twenty-five years, right? Is correct. One more thing about his wife. He was afraid of a demon that didn't seem to exist. Umbara did not believe that demons existed.

But, he did not say anything and complied with the request.

He sat down beside Betari lying down. Because the only sofa in this room is full of books and magazines and also a laptop owned by women it— which is very messy. He was itching to tidy it up, but he was very sleepy now. This room should not be Betari's room, but their room. He did deliberately make his room—their room was not much stuff. So he just filled it as necessary. Just a mattress, a nightstand, a single sofa, a sleeping lamp, and a very simple walkin closet. He likes a neat and uncluttered bedroom.

Taking such a position, both of them were like there was no sense of awkwardness. Or maybe hide it from each other.

“You're afraid of ghosts.” The question came out of Umbara's mouth. His voice was heavy as a sleepy person.

“Hem.” Betari nodded.

“Not a ghost it doesn't exist.”

“Who said?” although spoken slowly, his voice sounded unacceptable. “That's because you haven't been bullied by them or haven't seen them so you can say that.”

“I didn't lie about ghosts in the park.” he said. “You can assume I saw it wrong or it was just a hallucination.” He had seen some demons before. One of them was a red pocong that made him very scared.

Umbara. And under the light of the lamp he observed the face of Betari who looked annoyed. Her lips were pursed and it made her look very cute.

Umbara thought of something.

Not the woman's annoyance.

Warm morning sunlight entered his room, and Betari felt pain all over his body. Ah, it felt like his body had been slammed onto the hard floor, by no matter who.

So hurt. Until she wants to cry.

The pillow under his head was a bit hard, like a loamy, warm piece of meat, Oh, it's not meat, it's like strong muscles. She opened her eyes and found that she was sleeping on her husband's arm.

Uh.

He sat up suddenly but because of his swollen legs and intense pain he couldn't get away from there.