THE SOULMATE FROM HELL
27. TWENTY SIX
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***
Betari can feel it. He lay in the middle of a green meadow and full of flowers. A group of butterflies with beautiful wings flew among the blooming flowers.
The sky above him was clean, almost without clouds. The sun was glowing brightly and the wind was hugging her body gently, as if she was so fragile.
A butterfly perched on the tip of his nose. Little bite there. Before slowly descending to his lips, tasting the taste of his mouth, repeatedly.
Uh!
Betari closed her eyes.
His abdominal muscles stiffened violently. For God's sake! Betari wants to scream.
However, what he wanted and deserved was shouted from his mouth.
His mind almost went blank.
He completely surrendered himself. The world powers entered his five senses and those powers turned into immense energy.
His blood rippled like the ripples of the waves hitting the rocks. It flows so fast in the veins.
The touch was now on his neck, diligently peeling every inch of his neck. Crawled down and remained silent at that point, in a place where there was a hunting heart in it.
Betari panting.
Oh, myGod!
This time Betari could not scream. While part of his mind was vaguely aware he was feeling things he had never felt before - things that reunited him with the meaning of life.
Finally, Betari could no longer control the world around her, her five senses seeming to force her to be free and she was not strong enough to defend them. Like the violent waves in the ocean, he released all five senses.
“Ah—“
Betari may have gone mad, when she opened her eyes, she was lying on her bed.
Oho!
Betari tried to understand what had just happened.
That's...
Apparently it was just a dream? But the damn dream feels real.
Crazy one!
Crazy dream!
His phone placed on the nightstand suddenly rang. Betari took his phone. Vanilla's name appears on the screen.
“Hallo, Van. Have you arrived? Okay, I'm out now.”
“Yes, hunt out lo. I can't stand Tarjo anymore. Add flirtatious him. Disgust me.” Vanilla's voice sounded like she had just been doused in the water and needed to purify herself immediately.
The Tarjo kampritt! Ugly still likes flirtatious! Watch out, Tarjo!
Uh,
Waitaminute!
The feeling he has not told Vanila that he is still at Juan Salim's house. And then he can know where? Who told you? That friend is definitely not psychic, right?
“Buruan! Betttt!”
“Yes, patience nape.”
Betari switched off the phone and rushed down from the mattress to change her clothes with a plain yellow knee-length A line dress featuring her tie legs and a slight part of her back and shoulders, because the collar of the dress is open enough so that, it can also perfectly expose the protruding collarbone. While his messy hair was combed with his fingers while walking towards the room door with wide steps. It's stupid that he hasn't had a bath all day.
At least she had sprayed Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet all over her body, so she would not have a foul smell.
Then his steps came to a halt in front of the door, whose handle he had not yet reached, when his ears heard the heavy voice of Umbara calling his name.
She immediately turned her face away and knew that her husband was already sitting on the bed with his bare chest.
Uh, busyett!
Since when is he here?
Duh, why could he also forget about the existence of that one human? This must be because of fucking Vanila.
So, since then her husband, probably watched her when he was stripping her clothes off. Goddamnit! Betari cursed herself. Especially stupidity.
Ouch!! why don't you change your clothes in the bathroom? Bye, lah! Rice is already porridge. After all, she's her husband.
Betari swallowed her saliva. Before finally saying with a voice that is trying to sound calm. “Why?”
“Wait.”
“Ap—“ Betari's eyes could not look at her at all, because Umbara, who was not dressed at all, had pulled up the blanket covering the lower half of her body and got out of bed.
Goddamnit! Where are his clothes? Maybe he was so. You are shameless! Betari had always wanted to say that to her husband, but he never really did.
Well, your husband's betari still wears pants, and what always bothers you is his perfectly sculpted field chest and belly, isn't it?
Umbara opened the wardrobe— who was beside the bed, he was looking for something there. A few seconds later, the man approached her with a scarf in his hand.
Betari was somewhat troubled by the presence of her husband who was half-naked in front of her.
To be honest, Betari is still not used to all this.
***
In the courtyard of Juan Salim's spacious house, the Tarjo, a former Betari private driver during High School times, was leaning on the front door of a vanilla car whose window glass was lowered to the end. They both seemed to be talking, like old friends.
Vanilla puffed his cigarette smoke into the air. “Whispering lo, Jo.” is upset.
“Gue buy this cigarette also use my own money, not lo.” money continued Vanila, who immediately followed Tarjo with a line of clear sentences were plucked from either nowhere—maybe from cigarette packs or advertisements played videotron on the side of the road.
Tarjo sighed wearyly exactly a mother whose all advice was always spewed out by the child.
“Ascending to you, Van. But you do not ngrokok lah same again Betari.” Tarjo chirps, when he from the corner of his eyes, realize that Betari the grandson of his most annoying master just came out.
Vanila put on a bored look. “Halah! He's never had a problem all this time. She also has no asthma like her grandmother.”
Tarjo sneers. “So, you don't know yet?”
“Know what?” Vanila's brows were linked to Tarjo's clean face. Even though he was just a driver, Tarjo looked pretty decent. He also just stepped on the 30-year mark.
“Wah, so it's true you don't know yet, Van. He didn't tell you lo?” tarjo said this because he was on purpose. “Padahal can you bestie him?” he added.
“Okay, Tarjo! Cepetan! No need later.” sue Vanila.
Tarjo closed his head and whispered.
Vanilla's eyes are round. “Yang actually lo, Jo.”
Tarjo nodded steadily. “I got this info from Bu Widuri. He himself said.”
“By the same lo?”
“Ngak. Same with Inung and I denger.”
As soon as Vanila realized that Betari was close to them, Vanila hurriedly switched off the cigarette in her hand and threw it out of the car.
“Eits! Beautiful do not litter carelessly, oruh!”
Vanilla pretended not to hear it. Both of his hands were busy shaking the air.
And Tarjo who did not want to be scolded by anyone, especially his employer, with the soul of his environment lovers who were ingrained, he picked up the cigarette butts.
The next second Betari opened the front door of the vanilla car and just darted into the car.
“Sorry, Van. Last time you came I was engrossed in sleeping.” he said, even before he had actually sat on the chair.
“Iye, not papa. I often do that too.”
Betari was certainly not offended by those words. Wong is reality.
“Oh, yes, Van, kok lo know that I am again at his house Juan Salim.”
“Ya, I called you this afternoon but who raised your husband lo.”
“Hem.” Betari nodded. So her husband anyway. Not Vanilla who has a science like cenanyang.
“We go now?” ask Betari.
“Eh, Bet.” Vanila observes Betari's appearance which she thinks is a bit odd. What the fuck with that black scarf on his shoulder?
“Gue does not mean to ngajak lo drop by to study you know, Bet.”
Betari cleared her throat and looked down at the scarf covering her shoulder. “Iya, know.”
“Continue writing you use scarf everything. Uninstall not really seen.”
That's what he wants to do. “Iya, it also wants me to uninstall.”
“Eh, Van! Take the car slowly.” Tarjo who finished throwing Vanilla cigarette butts into the trash came to remind him and smiled meaningfully.
“Yes, bring lo.”
“OK, be careful on the road. Remember not to smoke.” Tarjo glanced at Betari before winking flirtatiously at Vanilla.
Vanilla answered with annoyance. “Iyaaaa, Jo. I will not smoke anymore there is Betari. Now you open the fence! My car is passing!”
“Gue no problem if you want to smoke now, Van.”
“Ngak, Bet.”
“Good, deh, if so.”
Vanilla quickly looked at Betari. “So, what does Tarjo say is true?”
“What?” Betari was confused.
“Tarjo says you are pregnant.”
Betari's confused manner instantly turned annoyed. Where is pregnant? Just make it never. “Tarjo! Here lo!” He yelled angrily calling Tarjo who was about to go open the fence.
Tarjo approaching. He knew that soon he would be sprayed by the grandmother in Betari's brow, and possibly Vanilla, too, the idol who unfortunately already belongs to people and worse their caste is too old. Hence he could only flirting-flirting like the loser and not expect anything. She is way too good to be true. Tarjo knows himself.
“What do you mean by saying if I'm pregnant.”
“Eh, so, you are not pregnant yet, Bet.” Tarjo continued. “Means I heard wrong, dong? I'm starting to budeng? Just yesterday I celebrated my birthday to 30.”
Betari rolled her eyes irritated.
“Awas lo until nybar hoax again!” menacam Betray.
“Emang why are you pregnant? Teach you to marry. Except for like Natalie noh who knows you already want to be born even though marriage is not yet. Where is school anyway.” Natalie is meant by Tarjo is the son of a neighbor in front of a new 3rd grade Junior High, his son is quiet and listener is also smart. But, yeah, that's it... The calm water was indeed washed away.
Do not be surprised if the mouth of the Tarjo is like a gossip show host on TV. Such is the result of diligently socializing with underworked mothers who like to take care of the lives of others, even though life itself is still chaotic like an impromptu owol market on the side of the road.
“But he's married, Jo. So understand if tuh bocil spit.” Vanilla chimed in with origin.
“And it happens to be a tokcer!” connect Tarjo.
“My role is the same today not in diligent learning so that his future is brilliant, uh. even in diligent marriage.” Betari bobbing head.
“Kayak lo not diligent, Bet.” sahut Tarjo.
“Emang nak.” said Betari unconsciously or even too honest which practically makes the eyes of two people reflexes widened towards him.
If when he said earlier Vanila was sucking his cigarette deeply maybe his friend was already sprained by the smoke of his own skirt. And Tarjo, who usually likes to snack on the slippery relaxa candy, must have been stuck in his throat. But, it looks like Tarjo is not snacking on the candy, the proof is that he is not massaging his neck so, obviously there is no candy involved there.
Heh!
Did he just indirectly divulge his own secret?
