THE SOULMATE FROM HELL
3. TWO
(Two months ago.).
Prayoga is busy picking out some suits that he will wear for his mother's birthday tonight. When her best friend—Fetari Salim went into her room unceremoniously stale, without knocking on the door. Especially say hello. Betari Salim does not have manners. Not only that, his habits were also bad. It is only fitting that Juan Salim aka his grandfather Betari is often high blood. Yoga even if you become Juan Salim must be innate to be angry constantly. Amit-amit. Amit-amit. Amit-amit is a baby. Do not let Yoga have grandchildren like Betari Salim. Could be dead quickly from schedule.
“Lo's habits. Do not go in the door first. Good thing I'm no longer naked.” reprimand Prayoga.
Betari did not respond. He then sat on a single sofa in the room Yoga— which is in front of a large window in the room—which displays the view of tall buildings and blue sky of the capital.
Yoga felt that something was wrong with his best friend. Turning to observe it briefly and correctly, Betari today looks gloomy like Siti Nurbaya who was forced to marry Datuk Meringih. Indeed, anyway, since breaking up with his ex-girlfriend—Vino Risjad, the depraved, Betari is not as happy as it used to be. Maybe his best friend is missing the same as the depraved. Dih, not really.
“Nape, Bet? Kangen ex?” tanya Yoga finally could not stand it.
“Amit-amit!” betari sewot.
“Lah, keep your face nape tangled like a negligent bi Inem that has never been ironed like that.”
Betari's view looks out. Today, the blue sky did not look beautiful in his eyes. “Gue to marry.” says Betari.
“Hah?” Yoga glared in disbelief. “Seriously?! Married?!”
“Hmm.” Betari nodded.
“Kok, very sudden as sad news aja.” Yoga chirps.
Betari does not respond to Yoga.
“Whose name?”
“Neighborhood.”
Yoga responded quickly. “Hadeh. How the hell lo? I want to get married, but I don't know who the candidate is. What about zonk? Don't you ask? No stress?”
“Lazy I speak well with Juan Salim.” Betari Sahut.
“How do you want?” tanya Yoga is becoming sympathetic.
“Ndon't know. Dead by how.”
“Hush! By the way do not be careless.”
Betari gave a rough sigh. “Gue can't refuse. Though now it is not the time of Siti Nurbaya, but there is still a forced marriage. My brother is the same Kezia who is old, Juan Salim did not bother to ask them to marry. Same turn I maksa-maksa.”
“Udah, Bet. Its nothing. Don't keep thinking. Accept it with a chest. Usually the choice of parents is never wrong.” says Yoga tries to entertain Betari.
“Mending lo help me choose a suit for the event later tonight.”
Yoga then glazed over to see what color suit is right for tonight's event. He should look handsome and cool.
Yoga tried her baby blue color suit.
“Where? Not handsome? Cool no?” Yoga turned to show off the suit he was wearing to Betari.
“Good.”
“Good doang?!”
“Hmm.
...***...
Umbara had just returned home to her parents, after a busy day with her work at the gallery.
In addition to making sculptures, Umbara is the owner of an art gallery called Taman Jiwa. The best art gallery in Indonesia is the legacy of her birth mother—Purbasari Tohjaya who is the youngest daughter of the famous conglomerate, Prabu Tohjaya.
“Umbara.” the soft voice stopped Umbara's steps who was about to go up to his room on the second floor.
She's looking.
Gendis Atmojo appeared from the direction of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of wine in his hand. A gentle smile was etched on his lips.
Umbara greeted his mother.
“Ya, Ma.” reply Umbara.
Twenty minutes later Umbara came out of his room to his father's study at home. He's been in the shower. His tired-looking face was refreshed. Then the black shirt he was wearing had been replaced with a plain white shirt.
Umbara knocked on his father's study. The father told him to come in. He stepped inside and found his father—Gading Atmojo was busy in front of the laptop. While his mother—Gendis Atmojo sat on the sofa in the room, reading a wedding magazine.
Gading Atmojo then closed his laptop and pointed at the seat in front of him. “Sit, Bara.”
Umbara sat on a chair in front of his father. “Papa sama want to discuss what?” ask Umbara.
“Papa sama want to match you.” Answer Ivory without further ado.
Umbara frowned. “Stupid?”
“Iya. You want it, Bara.”
“Why should I be betrothed?”
“If not betrothed you do not want to get married in the near future. While papa and mama you already want nimang grandson. Age no one knows.”
Umbara fell silent and looked seriously at his father. If it concerns the sentence ‘age someone who knows’ Umbara becomes afraid himself. He is not ready to lose again. Then he can't refuse. Perhaps it was time for Umbara to build his own family.
Hope the decision is right. After all, Umbara believes the choice of his parents is right.
“I want to be paired with whom?” umbara said in the end.
“There, deh.” replied Gendis Atmojo.
...***...
A monkey! Betari groans restrained. She looked down at the bottom of her evening dress. He hates getting wet.
“Sorry, I was not accidentally. Excuse me.” said someone who had just hit Betari and spilled a drink onto her evening gown. Insolent monkey! What did you say?! I care whether intentionally or not. A monkey! A monkey! A monkey!
“Heh!” betari's hand quickly pulled the arm of the monkey who was just about to step away.
The monkey looked at Betari. His eyes were cold and unreadable.
“What.” says the monkey. His voice sounded inhospitable.
Fucking monkey. Betari is not affected. He stared fiercely at the monkey.
Challenged him. But the monkey's expression remained flat.
Fucking monkey! don't expect this to be easy. He was facing Betari Salim. Not mbok Inem, Monkey!
“Eh, Monkey, if you look around, dong. My clothes got wet because of it. This is Gucci!” Betari deliberately emphasized her last sentence.
“I don't care.” says the monkey.
Whattt! Betari's annoyed face turned increasingly irritated. He refrained from kicking the monkey in front of him.
When Betari will reply to the monkey's words. Someone called out his name.
“Betari.”
Betari. Vanilla smiled at him.
“Lo is here? I'm the same Milky cariin lo from earlier.” said Vanila. “Come find a seat. Udah on full of this.” Then Vanila unceremoniously pulled him away with Milky. Leaving the monkey.
Not long after they found a table for them to sit down with Dona Sasongko's birthday began.
Our business is not done, Monkey! Watch out lo! Meet you again!
Throughout Prayoga's mother's birthday, Betari continued to cast her frustration on the monkey.
Basic monyetttt!
