THE SOULMATE FROM HELL
22. TWENTY-ONE
“You're awake?” His voice was heavy and hoarse and it was a rhetorical question that did not need to be answered.
Betari turned away in shock. Umbara looked as if he was straightening his back to lean on the bed rest and he opened his eyes, his black hair was a bit messy, while the fine hairs around his jaw and chin were like calling out his thin fingers to play around there, exploring every inch by inch. And she thought that her husband was very attractive this morning. Not only very attractive, but very handsome.
Why did Umbara, who had just woken up and looked so sleepy, become so handsome in his eyes?
Betari, what did you just think?
And what exactly happened?
Betari suddenly recalled her conversation with Prayoga and Vanila before she and Umbara were married. How Prayoga who does not accept with him who only calls Umbara is good and how Vanila who ruthlessly told him to go to the ophthalmologist to check his eyes which he thinks is problematic. Even she also recalled how her own grandmother—Widuri Salim—si hardline fan Tom Holland praised her husband's likeness.
During the two months of marriage, almost every day—at least twice—they meet: first, in the morning they will have breakfast together, in the morning, because Betari promised her husband that she would cook breakfast every day, it was only in his gratitude to Umbara who had helped him take care of Sagara at that time and other reasons he did not want to eat chicken soto or chicken porridge every day, he liked both of those foods. Second, it was more common than not, every lunchtime her husband would pick her up and take her to lunch. And they rarely met at night because her husband was more often home at night than she was. But if Umbara came home first, her husband was always waiting for her and they would have dinner together.
Then why is this happening now?
Wasn't the value of Umbara's face in his eyes just good. Why is it so interesting now? Errata, very handsome?
Had her eyes been as troubled as Vanila had said? So she was immune to the charm of her husband. Or the... Because now he had just woken up so his consciousness had yet to fully recover. Or, don't tell me because last night his head hit that floor, causing his mind trouble.
Oh, stop looking at his beard or you won't be able to stop wanting your fingers to be there. Betari warned herself.
Or the... He would absolutely not be able to control his now twitching fingers to creep there.
“From,” Umbara called his name and looked at him.
Betari blinked, then cleared his throat slowly to regain consciousness.
“Ya,” murmured later.
“You leg still hurts?” tanyakanya.
Betari honestly said that now not only his legs are painful but his entire body is also terrace, painful and stiff.
Hearing the words of the wife, the drowsiness of Umbara disappeared instantly. He immediately straightened his body and he was ready to take Betari back to the hospital. “We go to the hospital only now.” he said.
“Nevent gone.”
Umbara looked at his wife worried. “Come, we're going to the hospital now.” refer him this time.
“No need, really. I think this is just a startled reaction to a fall last night and it will soon disappear after the massage.”
Umbara understands, Betari is not being a bittersweet because tired after running for miles away and going to the masseuse for problems and conditions at this time will actually risk aggravating his condition. Although he also knows some people can recover enough by massage or massage, still going to a masseuse is not the right choice for his wife's current condition. He clearly believed in doctors more than the massagers, they clearly did not have the certificate of orthopedic doctors.
“Faster to heal if treated with doctor.”
“Duh, no need. Enakan also incijet if to the most beloved doctor of medicine again, the drug that was last night is still not finished.”
“Iya, it will be prescribed for the next few days.”
“Udah deh, later you anterin me to the masseur only.”
“No, if you want to go to the masseuse I will not anterin you.”
Betari sneerily said, “Yes, already. I can go by myself.” Then get off the bed.
Umbara was not sure if his wife could go to the masseuse herself he wanted, because to go to the bathroom alone he was still in trouble, not only distress but very distress.
“You want to walk still can not how you want to go alone to the masseuse.” he said when he quickly caught the body of Betari who would fall because of his swollen right leg and his painful left leg could not support his weight properly so that it caused difficulties, it is very difficult to stand up well.
Betari lowered her head and cleared her throat awkwardly— in Umbara's sling. At the moment she can't look at her husband's face at all— like she did last night when he was carrying her to go to the hospital—because she was embarrassed by her own words she had just said. Also with what she had thought and wanted her hand to do to her husband's beard.
Doctor Hannah Rusli was performing a physical exam on Betari's swollen legs and she squinted when she heard the woman's answer to her curious question about how her patients are doingcould hurt.
“Hmm.” He muttered. “So you fell down the stairs. I think you are in the same KDRT Umbara.” he said calmly. Inaudible tone joking in the slightest “There are bruises also in your jidat.” he continued.
“Ngak.” The betari reflex touches the eel right on the bruised part. “Oh, this.” murmured while grimacing withstanding the pain due to his own touch.
“Iya, that's why?”
“Turning table, Doc.” Betari is not lying. For what reason he lied, if Umbara did violence against him, he could not stay still, he hated being bullied. At least he's been reporting to the police since the beginning. If there is violence in his household, he believes he is not the one who will be the victim. But her husband, however, is more likely than not. Umbara, although he was a man and his physique was very strong, it would even be very easy for him to slam Betari many times, it would not do so far as Betari observed her husband, she said, in addition to the irrit talk Umbara is not a person who likes to play hands, he even secretly admires his patient attitude. While she, despite being a woman whose physique was not very strong, it was very possible for her to injure her husband, in their house there were many items that could be used to injure people right? And the bad thing is that he does have a little bit of anarchy.
Back to the injured. If Betari wants to blame people for his speech, then that person is himself. Right, his pretentious self was unwilling to trouble others, the pretentious one could be alone. Even if he wanted to call Umbara to help him get out of the bathroom, he would not fall and he hit the sink table to bruise.
“Kok can?”
“Yes, can, Doc. His name is also calamity.”
“Iya, right, Doc.”
“So, how can you hit the table.” Apparently the doctor Hannah Rusli was a very persistent doctor. It is fitting that he became the best and youngest Orthopaedic and Traumatology specialist in one of the best and best private hospitals in the capital owned by Prabu Tohjaya, her husband's grandfather—who has been used to dealing with minor to very severe injuries famous sports athletes are also patients of all ages, be it infants, adults, or elderly, Betari thought.
Of course she knew who this female doctor was examining. His name is often a byword in many places, one of them in the mass media is also social media, but, social media prefers to talk about her beautiful looks and family background rather than her achievements and greatness as a doctor. Betari himself first heard his name from his grandfather—at a gala dinner a few months ago—Juan Salim blatantly praised the greatness of the doctor in front of his parents who happened to be them business associate. Although his grandfather could be called two-faced, Betari knew which one was really complimentary or just plain pleasantries. His grandfather was once a patient of the doctor.
“You're really banged up, right?” lure the doctor. Again.
Iiiha. What happened to this doctor!
“Why the hell, Doc?”
“I just want to make sure it is not KDRT.” he said. “Although I am sure Umbara will not be rough with women. But who knows, right. People can change.”
“Hem.” murmur Betari. Ok, Fine. “I salute the same persistence and curiosity that doctors have.” He deliberately emphasized some important words. To be honest, he refused to reveal the story about his innocence.
“Hem. Thank you.” said doctor Hannah, did not sound offended at all. “So?”
Alright. Doctor, you really are KEPO.
“I fell when I wanted to get out of the bathroom, doc, and jidatku hit the sink table.” Satisfied lo. “So stop thinking that my husband has done KDRT.”
“It is also hard to make you a story. Or you don't talk much like your husband.”
“Neither, Doc.” Quite the contrary.
“Then why don't you ask for help Umbara.”
“She's out to eat, Dok” replied origin. Though her husband was waiting for her behind the bathroom door which was clearly not locked from the inside and was not wise to hear his voice from the outside. It was just Betari who did not want to call him.
“Oh,” Doctor Hannah nodded. “I so remember Umbara can't cook. Make instant noodles sometimes not tasty.” said the doctor.
“You are right, Dok.” murmured Betari. He recalled the instant noodle flavor of his gravy last night. Not bad but not so good. If he has to give indigo between 1 to 10, then he can give him the number 5 because of the salty taste, the texture of the noodles are too soft and the spinach is less mature. Betari can imagine that the noodles that last night were served on the table of chef Juna—sang jury MasterChef Indonesia famous sharp-mouthed it—mie it must have ended up in the trash. And her husband would be cruelly cursed. But, Umbara would only stare at chef Juna with his cold, flat face, completely unaffected.
This Orthopedic doctor seemed to know a lot about her husband. Maybe they're close. Bodo! Not his business either.
“So what my leg is, Dok.” asked Betari as soon as she saw Doctor Hannah finished examining her, especially her swollen right leg and very sore.
“Nnot so bad, anyway. Your husband is also happy.” he replied. “But you have to rest a lot at home if you want to recover quickly, and do not do heavy physical activities first. But if the bed activities are like, it is still safe. Origin—”
“Dokter IGD who last night ngobatin also said that.” cut Betari fast. Her husband went overboard until he called the doctor to check her legs again. See... In fact, doctor Hannah Rusli, the best and youngest Orthopaedic and Traumatology specialist in one of the best and most renowned hospitals in the capital also could not make his legs immediately fully healed, reduce pain and aches in his body also does not.
Umbara put a glass of cold water on the table and he sat on the family room sofa face to face with doctor Hannah Rusli who had just finished examining his wife and immediately asked for a drink.
“Where is my wife?” tanya impatiently.
Doctor Hannah Rusli chose not to answer the question directly and went back to drinking because she had two important reasons for doing so. First, this man in front of him had interrupted his quiet day off which he should have spent lazing on his bed which he desperately longed for with his beloved cat. Second, because of the man in front of him he had to work on his holiday. If Umbara Atmojo is not Prabu Tohjaya's grandson and his best friend he will refuse this job and let him find another doctor. Orthopedic doctors like her a lot.
“She is fine. Calm down.” Dr. Hannah put the empty glass on the table.
Umbara. “But he's in pain, Han.” Till cry. How can he calm down.
“Ya, yes... That's normal, Bar. His name also hurts.” Doctor Hannah Rusli leaned her body against the back of the sofa.
“Huge worry yes you.” Doctor Hannah looked at Umbara's stiff face.
“Ya.” Umbara. Just then he saw his wife who was secretly crying. He couldn't help but worry about his situation. His wife fell back in the bathroom and her forehead was bruised.
“My wife how?” ask again.
Dr. Hannah Rusli finally answered. “The condition of his sprained leg is not so severe. At least a week he can do normal activities again. You are calm.”
“Thank you.”
Doctor Hanna nodded.
“You marry me you don't invite. So bad of you, Bar.”
“I didn't invite many people. Just family.”
“I think you will be faithful waiting for his sister who Wowo.”
Perhaps Hannah Rusli was just a handful of people, apart from Jiwo and Baron, who knew a little of her secrets. They were close friends at school.
