THE SOULMATE FROM HELL
33. THIRTY TWO
“Again, Mas Umbara!”
A neighboring mother next door Umbara remembered her name was Bu Lana, greeting her kindly as she passed by on the street in front of her house.
Ms. Lana, who was about the same age as her mother, was watering plants in the front yard of her house accompanied by a Siberian Husky. And almost every day Miss Lana will surely greet her who came home jogging in the morning.
“Again, Bu.” Reply Umbara.
“Jogger, yes?” ask Bu Lana.
Umbara assented while smiling pleasantries as well.
What Umbara did not want happened. Ms Lana again asked, “Kok has not been seen this week? go on vacation or honeymoon again, Mas?”
This is one of the reasons why he is reluctant and lazy to socialize with his neighbors more than reply to their standard greetings.
People are so friendly that anything is asked, no matter what the person being asked is comfortable or not, like it or not with their questions which are often questions that want to know the personal affairs of others.
For God's sake, Umbara was lazy to serve this Bu Lana, but again for the sake of politeness, he was no longer just slowing down the pace of his legs, he stopped his steps and answered briefly.
“Iya, Mum.”
Umbara was also confused by his own answer. Why would he answer that? Though of the two options that Bu Lana offers, between vacation and honeymoon, none of them are the reason and Betari did not return home for a week.
But lucky Bu Lana did not care about it, or even asked for souvenirs and returned to give him another question. The woman then asked some standard questions about his wife, as was the news and why his wife never took part in jogging—padata that question is often asked by Bu Lana himself to him and Umbara always gave him the same answer, that his wife does not like sports. And his last question was about his mother. Umbara is not surprised that Bu Lana knows her mother or vice versa, his mother was indeed quite often come to his house and because of his nature that likes to socialize, surely his mother had several times chatting pleasantries with this Lana Bu and of course other neighbors.
All questions Miss Lana then answered diplomatically.
After so many pleasantries, Umbara was finally able to leave Bu Lana.
At a glance Umbara saw several mothers and a young woman who all he did not know— except a blonde-haired mother who if Umbara does not remember his name Bu Jelita, again, the owner of the house in front of the house Bu Lana, who also often greeted him—they gathered in front of the house in front of his house.
As he reached in front of his house, he faintly heard the voice of someone who mentioned his name.
“Lah, that's his Um sir home.”
Umbara pretended not to hear it, but when he was about to climb the steps to the terrace of his house, someone first shouted to him.
“Pak Umbara!”
Want to not want Umbara to look.
A man walked up to her, her appearance neat from head to toe, her face clean and having a tattoo on her left hand.
“Include, I'm Vino.” The tattooed man extended his hand. “Vino Risjad, new front house neighbor moved.”
Umbara shook that hand.
Then his new neighbor named Vino Risjad told him that he had waited for a week to get acquainted with him.
***
“That's what you brought?” tanya Betari who saw Umbara put a basket of rattan on the kitchen table.
“Oh, this strawberry cheese cake from our new neighbor front house.”
“Iya, he said he gave an introduction to a new neighbor.”
“Oh,” Betari nodded. He could digest the new neighbor's intentions well. Then again turned his attention to the seasoning he was sauteing in the pan, which had given off a delicious smell and began to tan.
Then, Umbara went to the bathroom near the kitchen to wash his hands. When he was done, he went back to the kitchen for a drink. While filling the glass with water, his eyes shifted momentarily on the pan on the stove.
“You make fried rice?” tanyakanya.
“Iya, would you like to eat first? It's soon ripe.”
“Eum, I take a shower first.” Umbara looked at Betari who was smearing sweet soy sauce on fried rice on a skillet. “Oh, yes. Romeo is awake?”He would rather call Romeo Salim 'Om Romeo' than follow Betari. Because, for some reason 'Om Meo' sounds like the name of cat food.
“Udah. I think he took a shower again. You took a shower in my room. Later on your shirt I takein.”
“Oh, okay.” Umbara nodded and put down his empty glass. “Then I take a shower first.”
Then, Umbara climbed upstairs, while Betari finished her cooking, so ripe she directly moved it to a large glass bowl and placed it on the table. And to complement him fry some eggs and some sausages. After everything was done, Betari put it on the table neatly and prepared the tableware. Then go to Umbara's room to get the man's clothes.
When Betari will enter Umbara's room. It just so happened that his uncle, who had just finished his bath, came out from the bathroom next to the reading room. Because only in the room occupied by Betari there is a bathroom inside and walk in closet.
***
Betari came to the wardrobe and took the origin of a sky blue shirt, a cloth trouser and did not forget an ****** *****.
Meanwhile, Romeo Salim had since just sat at the end of the bed, observing the movements of the nephew with full consideration. Last night when she opened the wardrobe she was shocked to find the items she believed belonged to Umbara were inside. He couldn't not feel weird either. Although he can feel if the interaction between Betari and Umbara is not made up because he is with them.
“Why your men's clothes are in this room.” asked Romeo Salim in the end with to the point.
Betari. He did not immediately reply, as he did not immediately find a reasonable answer. He then closed the closet door and turned around calmly, then he said, “Because it has not been fit just keep put here. My stuff is a lot.”
That's the answer Betari managed to find quickly and he thinks (slightly) makes sense.
Romeo squinted, suspicious. Betari.
“Don't during this time you guys actually split up the room.” he said later.
That conjecture had actually been in his head since last night. Only, last night he did not find Umbara sleeping anywhere, (after he deliberately checked the whole house) Unless they had to sleep one room.
“Nggak” does not mean wrong. But not long ago, “we slept in the room, Om.”
Romeo's forehead frowned. “I'm not sure if you're honest.” said Romeo Salim while paying attention to Betari's reaction.
“Ngapain also I lied.” Reply Betari calmly.
But Romeo Salim also knew his nephew very well. He was then seen breathing out.
And despite his poor relationship with his father, Romeo can understand his father's thoughts well.
“From you'd better listen to me well.” Romeo Salim stared straight at Betari. “Lo don't be naive.”
Betari is not stupid. So that he immediately understood the meaning of the uncle.
Betari. Maybe he was naive. So unwilling to accept this very profitable marriage, just because he did not like to be arranged by Juan Salim.
