THE SOULMATE FROM HELL
25. TWENTY FOUR
A week has passed since they took refuge in this studio, and as expected Betari's legs have improved, her swelling has disappeared since two days ago and she can already walk well.
Of course he did not forget his plans that night. Maybe next Saturday they can go cycling. Hope the weather is supportive. Because if he went today he was not sure his legs would not return swelling and pain after being used to pedal the bike for hours. Yes, the times they will be boned, it is not exciting. If only around the complex, it will not be a problem of confusion, but this is his intention to travel around the city, well, even though not really a city as well.
After all, he and Umbara also have their own promises; this morning Umbara will go badminton with Baron, who had failed last week. In the afternoon Betari will go to the spa with Vanila. His friend was kind enough to pay him.
Hem... Thinking about the cycling plan made Betari a little happy, it was a long time ago that he did not go cycling. The last time he remembered was a year ago when Vanila asked him to get the attention of a cool widower named Julian Nugroho, a housing developer who was a big-time client at his friend's advertising agency that's what happens to have a hobby of cycling.
At that time, if the payment offered by Vanila to him was only a treat to eat meatballs pack Slamet in the back of his apartment for a full week, instead of Coldplay concert tickets that made the price think many times for Betari to buy it, not Coldplay concert tickets, boro-boro Betari wants to accompany Vanila to seduce the duren Julian Nugroho who is handsome and rich, and does not have it yet, but yes it is... it's better to be their om than a husband, let alone a girlfriend. Vanila did it also for the sake of the duren to keep using his company.
This morning Betari woke up at 6. Her husband had just returned from buying breakfast when Betari came out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth and washing her face.
Betari approached Umbara who was moving the parcel to a plate on the coffee table—the only table they could use to put food on, he said, because it is also impossible that they put food on the table where Umbara made his statues, then said, “I think you have gone to GOR.”
“No, I bought you breakfast first.”
“What did you buy?”
“Nation uduk.”
“Oh,” murmured Betari while yawning.
“You still sleepy?”
“Hem.” Betari nodded and sat down on the chair.
“If you still sleep again aja.”
“Nmobile.”
“Em.., you want to come with me to GOR?”
Betari looked up with sleepy eyes, looking at Umbara standing in front of her. “Emang can?”
“Why can't you?”
Betari was already sitting on the bench when Juhi Adiningrat, the bocil who this morning looks like a professional badminton princess— athlete who has dalamy dozens of gold digi— came to him by squinting and addressing him in a way that is quite annoying.
“Hai, Auntie!” sapana. So friendly, do not forget to show off a smile as bright as the sun.
Be present! ooh!
Like a paid UMR employee who saw the contents of the wallet dated old, immediately the mood of Betari immediately plummeted. Why should I see this kid, anyway? Really males.
With a mood that has been damaged, Betari reply greeted him no less friendly, “Hai, Bocil!”
Don't forget the smile he showed. Obviously Betari does not want to lose to this one boy—which is getting annoying for a long time.
Actually, Betari did not want to deal with this one snot boy. She was a fool with a little boy who obviously liked her husband. After all, it will not make her blingsatan like an official wife who found her husband maintaining a sugar baby.
“Tante tumben coming.”
“Yes, nih. Bored also at home continue.” said origin.
“Tante want to play?”
Aunt. Aunt. Aunt.
Adeh! This is a boy why he deliberately wanted to ruin my image.
Yes, even though I am his wife Umbara who is already om-om, but I certainly still deserve to be called sweet sister, well. His face was still cute like this as well. Yeah, times called aunt. If you call a 5-year-old boy, it doesn't matter.
Betari's mouth is actually itching to correct the way the bocil calls it, but... At most the leak will not want to.
Now it's Betari's turn to squint, because the bidding of the leak who seems to have other intentions than just invite him to play badminton— which is obviously for the lifetime of Betari has never tried it even though. Hold that feather-light badminton racket alone she's never. But if the mosquito racket ever.
The suwer! Not wearing boong.
“Main what?” Betari.
“Yes, badminton, Aunt. Game time racing sack.” sahut si bocil sewot.
“Ya, who knows.” says Betari does not want to lose.
“Come, Aunt.”
“Ngak.”
“Why, Aunt?”
Betari sighed in a lazy style. “Duh, sori, yes! I don't want to. Males motion again, too, anyway. You find someone else there.” Don't bother me.
Betari raised her eleven eyebrows in a disdainful style. “Fear what?” grunts.
“Fear of losing. Moreover?”
“Hem.” Mangut-mangut. Then cut down, “Idihhh, why also fear losing?”
“Then let's play.”
“Ngak.”
“No fear of losing, but do not want to play.” sneer the leak with his hands folded in front of the chest.
Betari just hung up the shoulder that was immediately responded with a grunt pitched annoyance.
In Betari's heart laughed triumphantly. It always feels good to be able to upset the child. Wrong yourself look for because first.
After finishing with the Betari eye leak back to the middle of the field without interest.
He never liked watching any sports, let alone football. Be present! Betari is the laziest with that one sport. What's the thrill of seeing people grabbing the ball? More fun to watch Mukbang event.
So, it is worth asking why he wanted to be invited here?
The badminton match between the fathers was finally over with a crushing defeat for Mr. Baron Adiningrat. Congratulations, Umbara!
“Om Bara!”
Call Juhi a.k.a bocil, running towards Umbara who has finished playing and now walking to the edge of the field with a relaxed step while rubbing the sweat on his forehead with one back hand.
“Juhi! Who is your father?” yelled Baron Adiningrat, then walked away from the field. It seems like this is common.
While Juhi, the bocilli bucin om-om like not caring. He had now successfully greeted his heart and held out a bottle of manufacturer mineral water whose seal was still intact.
Seeing the scene that feels very market that inevitably makes Betari review amused smile.
Baron Adiningrat then approached Betari and said in a joking tone, “There is a person who even smiles see her own husband again seduced by girls.”
Betari turned her face. “Your son is funny, anyway.”
“Iya, timidly.” said Baron who then sat next to him. “Fortunately Umbara's bin is lo.”
On the way home from GOR Betari got a message from Vanila that his friend changed their meeting hours which were originally at 11 pm to 4 pm, without including a clear reason. Since it was only 9am now which meant he still had 7 hours, he decided to take Umbara to his grandmother's house for a while. But before that Betari wanted to buy a cake to give to her grandmother.
“We stopped by for a while at the front shop there, yes.” Betari said. “I want to buy her favorite Bika Ambon grandmother.”
“Iya.”
They arrived at Juan Salim's house not long after. His grandmother and grandfather were not at home, bik Inung ART at Juan Salim's house said that his grandmother and grandfather were going to attend the funeral ceremony of their schoolmates first and probably will only come home later in the afternoon.
“To whom dong is home again?” ask Betari.
“Mbak Arimbi.”
“Well if he did I didn't, Bik.” says Betari sewot. “Ngapain also I nanyain the sundel.”
Bik Inung was immediately stunned.
“Heh! Mouth should not be used to talk carelessly. Mbak Arimbi is your own brother who respects.” If Betari his own son had made Inung sumpal his brazen mouth with a mop, let him know the taste.
“Ngapain respect all. It's the flag ceremony.”
“Hadeh! When do you want to be a real person.”
Betari is trying to fool. Then she walked into the kitchen to get her husband a drink.
Bik Inung bobbing head. Surprised by the behavior of his employer's granddaughter who never wanted to get along with her own brother. Especially over the past year, their relationship has become even more unfavorable. I don't know what really happened to them. Is it possible that Tarjo the catfish driver who often said his hobby is right, if Arimbi snatch Betari's girlfriend, so Betari married Umbara Atmojo? With the hope that Betari and Arimbi will get along. But why was it not Arimbi who was married to Umbara? Aren't they more suitable? Their characters don't seem to be much different. Thinking about it, make Inung become dizzy himself. She was doubtful that Betari would get along with her own sister. Because Bik Inung understand the character of Betari is like and again the two brothers have not gotten along since childhood. Just look at it now! They're in a storm in the kitchen.
“Heh! Sundel get out of here! I want to make a drink.” it's clearly the typical words of the mouth Betari who like not knowing the school and manners.
While the sound is pitched but rather low this belongs to Arimbi. “If you want to make a drink yes make a drink just do not need to ngusir-ngusir me. This kitchen is spacious, even though I am still here you can still be free to roll.”
“Gue don't want to see your face! You know nothing.”
“I want to see your face, Tar.”
That is how they are if there is no Juan Salim among them.
When Inung's gaze met with Umbara, the old woman became very awkward. Secretly make Inung feel sorry for Umbara who became Betari's husband. Their nature is as clear as the earth and the sky, the other is calm, the other is uracan. Hopefully this Betari husband does not get high blood especially until a stroke. It's so bad, thought Bik Inung.
