THE SOULMATE FROM HELL
28. TWENTY SEVEN
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Vanila cringing. “Be a while, so, you still haven't unsealed?!”
Betari did not answer. It's very personal business. Others don't need to know. Error, others must not know.
Vanilla, her best friend since elementary school, looked at her with a look of horror. It is not wrong that he has interpreted the silence of Betari as the word ‘Yes’
“So right you are still a virgin.”
Again, Betari was silent.
By the Almighty God, Betari did not want to discuss that thing the least important thing. Even she did not care if throughout her marriage to Umbara Atmojo she would remain a virgin. Again, regarding his personal affairs, others need not know. Even if it's Vanilla, friends are like cocoons and butterflies.
“What the hell!” Vanila nodded in surprise.
He still did not think that the friend was still holy like a pack of world light writing books aka sidu which is still wrapped in plastic seals in bookstores and office stationery on the side of the highway there. Well. although not very holy. But his best friend had never committed a greater sin than just mutual****** lips. Obviously their levels are far different. When it comes to history of making the most beautiful sins, Betari was still a child yesterday afternoon, while he could be said to be the temperature of—, which has been many times khatam.
“Omaygat!” now it is the turn of the Tarjo, who somehow has been sitting in the back seat of the Vanila— car who has not left the court of Juan Salim's house.
“Please ladies, don't tell Prayoga about this.” Tarjo continued with a pleading voice.
“Why?” vanilla Tymphal.
“Ngak willing me if I have to give him money, is he already pajir mana since still in the womb anyway.”
“Lo same Prayoga bet about them already booted together or not so far?”
“Yup.” Tarjo nodded. “To be exact just make in the first month and now it has passed far.”
“Ticking!” hissing Vanila. “Why not invite me.”
Betari cheated but no one cared.
“Kalo lo follow for sure you will also lose like me. The ease of ntar the Prayoga can get a lot of money, well, although for him also not how much.” Tarjo said.
“Pede really lo if I will lose.”
“Lah, you were surprised when you knew the Bet was still not pussy with her husband. So you must also think of my same dong, Van.”
Goddamnit!
Triple shit!
F-star-K-star you guys!
Goddamnit! california in the heart.
He really doesn't think with them. Especially Prayoga and the slacker Tarjo. How dare they make it a betting material. You cow!
“Eh, Bet! Actually between the two of you, I mean, lo and your husband who is actually not sane? Honestly yes I'm really annoyed to wear the same you two, when I lost to the goddamn Prayoga Prince Sasongko it.”
Betari poking shoulder. “Emang I care.”
“What the hell have you been doing all this time? Make barbie houses?”
Vanila. “Lo thinks they're boys, Jo.”
Betari was silent.
“What else to call. I swear I don't know how can two different adults live in one house for months when there is no scene like I expected. They're husband and wife, Van. Try that wedding of ours, Van. Every night is gonna be a beautiful, hot first night."
Vanila. "Amazing imagination, Jo. But, keep dreaming."
While Betari remained silent while holding back her wrath. You Tarjo cow dung brains!
“This is between men lo who are gay or lo who are not attractive.”
Goddamnit! Betari's ego is hurt. It's nice that he's not interesting.
You Tarjo the bodyshaming guy!
Vanilla's laughter broke again. “Wah, severe lo Jo. You might say Bet is not interesting. Do I need to remember if Bet is a twin of Sandra Dewi. You know, even Sandra Dewi is still beautiful plenary until now even though her son was 2 and her age was already 4 heads. Fix it! Your eyes must have been cataracts.”
“I mean I'm not attractive in the eyes of his legs. Everyone's taste is different and we know how he tastes? Maybe he likes the same sexy, whose chest is as big as a melon. Not the same Sandra Dewi.”
Talk about melon breasts. Vanilla reflex the friend who is very gentle means that is also insolent, glancing at the chest of Betari.
“Can be, Jo.” he said later.
Vanilla and Tarjo's laughter exploded.
Betari snorted, then cursed in annoyance. “Damn it!”
“Lo chest size is less attractive, Bet. Need me pesenin that oil.” Tarjo chirps without bothering to feel afraid called perverted brain. But honestly Tarjo is not so concerned with the size of his partner's breasts. Just call him a hypocrite.
Then he chuckles.
“Mouth lo comberan, Jo!” pissed Betari. “Lo also, Vin.”
Fix it! Until here Betari regretted ever knowing them and considered them friends. You cow upil!
“We so go not?” Betary continued. “Or you want to go with Tarjo this cow dung brain.” grunts.
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“Kalo lo join means lo payin we eat later.”
At once Tarjo without a-i-u let alone b-a-b-i-b-u-b-e-b-o got out of the car. Tarjo, who is stingy bin medit, is unlikely to want to go out of money for others.
“Originally you know, for poor people like me this nyari money is hard to ask for forgiveness and I am not stupid enough stupid bin to use my money carelessly. So, save the rich base. Be diligent in saving, Bet!” Such was the financial principle of Tarjo which he had once expressed to Betari.
But out of his mouth that was as dirty as the comberan water and his matchless stingy nature, Tarjo was a kind and pleasant person to be made friends with.
All righty! Let's forget that shitty Tarjo.
“Bet,” call Vanila slowly, while turning off the car engine.
“Hem.”
Vanila berdehem's. “Do-not..” whisper carefully. “suami lo is really gay.”
The movement of Betari's hand that was about to take off her seatbelt came to a halt and turned to Vanila, but she did not say anything. From the beginning Betari did not care about her husband's sexual orientation and it was good if her husband was not sexually interested in women. Because that way his business will become easier.
“Kalo she's really gay how?” great-grandson Vanila.
“Gue no problem.” the answer is calm.
“Heh!” Vanila has no power to squeal. “Bet, which is really lo. If your husband is really gay you will never be able to feel the beauty of the paradise of the world. I have not been a virgin many times you have to be a virgin for life. That would not make you a nun.”
“Iihhh, really narrow mind lo, Van.”
“Don't tell me you want to cheat like that.” Vanilla chirps. “Trust me, cheating is fun many also say challenging but it's all just pseudo happiness and the risk is also great. If later to be found out the business can be long, your good name will certainly be damaged even if you use the reason that your husband is gay. And again your grandfather who seems to be going to live a long life it will certainly be raging before finally hanging you to death on the clothesline.”
Betari gawked to hear the words that seemed to bounce. He thinks there's something wrong with his best friend's brain this afternoon. Where is the usually intelligent Vanila? He could have thought this narrow.
“Yes, Allah, Van. Really ngaco, lo.” said Betari. “Kayak no other solution aja.” he added.
“So what dong solution lo if your husband is really gay and you are married just to cover up the disorder which is not possible for him to tell you his shield. While you can't possibly also sue for divorce him because you've been bound by the same damn agreement with your grandfather who cheated it.”
Betari poked his shoulders lightly, impressed indifferently. He didn't have to tell anyone about his agreement with Gendis Atmojo.
“I swear I'm really upset with your grandfather. Maybe he even asked you to marry Umbara Atmojo who was clearly gossiping he was gay was ever so sweet as the lips of many people. It is unlikely that he has never heard the rumors. Grandpa you're not ansos kayak lo. He must also be happy gossiping like Tarjo.”
Betari grunting. “Yes, times, Van. Lo samein Juan Salim with Tarjo.”
Then Vanila decided to go back to the main topic. “Eh, by the way, so far the Umbara never showed up if he was gay.”
Betari seemed to think. Then say lightly. “It seems not.”
“Kok kayaknya, hell, Bet.” Vanilla Protest. “Lo really sounds really cool to be a wife.” Vanilla's gaze turned into an interrogating gaze.
“Don't tell me you've been with your husband all this time..” Vanila pauses to find the right words. “you know are the stories of arranged marriages in the online novel that they made an agreement as a housemate instead of undergoing marriage and learn to love each other as expected.”
“Eww, Seriously, Van?! The minister's son of education his reading quality once.” Obviously that's not a compliment, Betari is a sarcasm.
“What's wrong?” Vanila put on an actual annoying expression just to cover up her embarrassment. For whatever reason, he's ashamed of that one.
“Neither, except you are not Vanila Kusworo whom I have known.”
Vanila grunts. “Fine! lo win.”
Betari chuckles.
“So..”.
A pair of Betari's eyebrows slightly wrinkled. He waited for Vanilla to continue. Even if he knew he wouldn't like it. Well, she doesn't want to be interrogated by anyone about her married life.
“Lo and husband how?” vanilla said at last.
“We are just fine.”
“I want to know more, tell me!”
“What?”
“Everything.” Reply Vanilla. “Including why you still haven't unsealed.” he continued.
“Kok lo kepo, sih, Van.” Betari said. “We are not spa, anyway?”
“So, Umbara Atmojo is a gay?”
“I don’t know.” Betari finally gave her answer. “Kalo lo curious you can find out for yourself.”
“There are people kayak lo.”
“You know me very well, right?”
“Lo crazy! I know.” hardik Vanila.
She knew what kind of person Betari was, but to be honest she did not expect Betari to behave this way towards her own marriage. While marriage is a sacred promise before God, that should not just be nonsense.
“Lo also knows, if from the beginning I never wanted this marriage."
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