THE SOULMATE FROM HELL

26. TWENTY-FIVE

“I hope you will not follow to manjain si Tari.” That is what Arimbi Salim said when he saw Umbara sitting alone in the living room of Juan Salim—'s residence as if he was very sure that his sister-in-law would spoil his wife.

Of course Umbara was shocked. He was sitting quietly, leaning on the back of the sofa while holding back his drowsiness that suddenly attacked like a coronavirus, he said, though the day is not yet noon and the position of the sun out there will also be close to the middle of—still far to get to the west and sink. He is also rarely sleepy in broad daylight. Maybe because last night I went to bed after midnight. Ah, he shouldn't have listened to his wife that much. But last night was a fun night, not to be regretted.

There was no wind no rain, suddenly his brother-in-law approached him, without even further ado giving him an ultimatum.

Although not as sudden as a lightning strike in the blazing afternoon, Umbara also did not know what to say, so he could only look back at the brother-in-law with a flat face that was never made up. While his drowsiness had disappeared without rest.

For a few seconds Arimbi Salim had time to observe him before finally snorting chuckle. The brother-in-law clearly knew a lot about who and how Umbara Atmojo, his sister-in-law was almost perfectly out of line with no gaps as straight humans in general; no cures, no drinks, no drinks, he doesn't smoke, doesn't play gambling, doesn't play girls, and most importantly he has a job and money. It was no wonder that their grandfather immediately received his proposal, without hesitation. The hope is clear: Later Umbara Atmojo will be able to replace him protecting, loving and loving his grandson. Or at least the grandfather will no longer see Betari financial difficulties.The Atmojo family is a conglomerate family whose property will not run out until the last descendant, so Betari will live a prosperous and sentosa life.

“As far as you are, how would my sister. As long as you are not arbitrarily aja.” he said then. “and do not make him cry.”

Now Arimbi eyes highlight Umbara sharp, but calm like an eagle that is marking its prey from a height.

“You know what I mean by don't make him cry.” Arimbi's voice was as sharp as his eyes. Then he sighed, when he realized something that then scared him a bit. Even though he seemed to hate his sister outside, he actually loved Betari very much, as a brother who loved his sister. Perhaps Arimbi's affection is much greater than the other brothers in this world. It's just that he has a different way than them.

So Arimbi also fixed his speech that is not right.

“I know you and my sister got married because they were betrothed. Besides, my sister must be far from the woman you want to make your wife. You have also seen what his behavior is like. But I will still warn you not to make him cry.” he said then melengos away.

Umbara blinked, almost distrusting his own hearing.

So then...

Betari came to him with a sullen face with a glass of cold lemon water in her hand, which was then simply placed on the table.

“Betari?” call Umbara.

Betari looked at Umbara.

“You go find meatballs?” he knew that his wife liked gravy meatballs especially when the mood was bad.

***

In fact, it is never difficult to restore the bad mood Betari for the better, just take him to eat meatballs, besides being very cheap is also very easy, right? It's as easy as finding a meatball stall in the capital.

“You know what Amar did when Felicia was careless after a storm with aunt Indah?” Amar is his cousin and Felicia is his cousin's wife, while Aunt Indah is his father's most fussy sister.

At that time, Umbara clearly shook his head in wonder while inwardly wondering why the mother asked him that question. Of course he did not know and did not want to know the answer, it was Amar's business. He never wanted to know the life affairs of others, even if only a little. Moreover, Amar's life said his mother was full of drama. His wife and mother are equally fussy.

“Cuman to persuade Felicia not to fuss, Amar must bring his wife shopping to Singapore. Though here are also many shopping places do not need to go all the way to Singapore.” Though his mother also knew, to Singapore only takes an hour by plane. After all their family was rich and the cousin obviously had plenty of free time. They are also used to doing things like that. Going back and forth abroad just for something unimportant is no longer new. Umbara was not surprised. His mother also knew that, even including often doing it—back and forth out of the country only for unclear reasons. Why did her mother talk about it?

“You know? To persuade Betari you do not need to do what Amar does.” Isn't most women including his mother if again lambs told to shop immediately forget everything. “You just bring him meatballs. Resolved afterwards. Easy right?”

Mother's right.

The meatballs stall was small, but very crowded, the parking lot was crowded with motorcycles.

Although they did not come at lunchtime— which happened to be still 1 hour away, finding a seat was as difficult as Umbara looking for a parking space earlier. Betari almost invited Umbara to come out again, as her husband pulled his hand towards two empty chairs in the corner of the room and had just left the customer.

They ordered two bowls of meatballs and two sweet iced teas to a waiter who came to clean the table.

The table was long and consisted of eight chairs, they filled two chairs, they were, the other six seats were occupied by two young men sitting next to Umbara and four women who preferred to stare at Umbara's face rather than their meatball bowls. Betari cannot blame them. Perhaps her husband's face was more seductive than the meatballs, but their blatant manner, was really very funny.

Soon their meatballs were served. Steaming as Betari wanted.

“You will have diarrhea if you like it.” Umbara's hand kept the spot out of Betari's range when he was about to lay the ball for the third time. “I don't want to buyin you drugs diarrhea again.” he said reminiscent of the incident some time ago when Betari night-night complaining of stomach pain.

And Umbara's last words spoken so clearly it managed to lead the opinion of everyone sitting at the table—which must be different. But believe me at least one of those who from the beginning only want to see the face of Umbara and Betari without thinking with a ring embedded in the finger Umbara, yes... indeed only Umbara diligently wear their wedding rings—and the word night-night—definitely think they are a couple gathering kebo.

Betari the bodo time. Especially Umbara.

Betari just kept quiet and started bribing. He remembered the incident that night, where he was made by the act of his own stomach. Actually before he also had diarrhea due to most eating sambal, but it never really makes him kapok.

Looks like Betari's meatball sauce is really spicy. His originally pouting face was now sweating.

Umbara wiped Betari's forehead with the tissue he had taken on the table. It certainly did not escape the attention of the women sitting before them. Regardless of what they think about their relationship. Betari did not realize, they are now smiling and blushing because they consider Umbara's actions to him very sweet.

Well, of course Betari knew and realized that her husband was getting more and more attention and despite knowing the consequences, Betari never refused.