THE SOULMATE FROM HELL
5. FOUR
(Two months ago)
“Haduuuh,” Widuri Salim massaged his head which immediately became cramp when he saw his favorite grandson was sleeping soundly with his face down hugging a pillow.
It was late in the afternoon, soon the Atmojo family would arrive at their home. But look at the behavior of his favorite grandson, who was even engrossed in sleep. If her husband, Juan Salim, knew this must have raged on her.
“Day, let's get up!”
Widuri Salim shook Betari's body.
Betari groaning.
“Yes, God. Come quickly wake up, shower, change clothes, your future husband will soon come.”
“Nmobile.”
“Come, wake up! Your grandfather will be raging.”
“Biarin. If not jockeying is not Juan Salim his name.”
Yes, Allah. If Betari is not his favorite grandson, Widuri Salim has certainly fussed his ears until removed.
“Come, wake up!”
With sleepy eyes Betari finally woke up as well.
While nagging it is not clear he also walked towards the bathroom.
After bathing Betari also washed her face in the washbasin. He raised his head, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall... Honestly I wonder what kind of man Juan Salim wants to mate with me.”
“....”
“Then until zonk beware aja tuh old bangka.”
“....”
“No apologies. I'll make a calculation.” Betari said firmly.
“....”
***
When Betari came out of her room in her traditional red kebaya attire that was perfectly attached to her body, Widuri Salim could not stop looking at her beloved granddaughter with a smile coming out on her lips.
“Yes, God. Dance, baby. You are beautiful disposable kebaya this.”
“I don't like to wear this kebaya, Nek.” complained Betari with her pursed lips disliked and forced.
Widuri Salim did not heed her granddaughter's complaint. He took Betari and took her walking step by step towards the main hall on the first floor.
“Nek, why the hell Dance should be betrothed to everything. This is not the time of Siti Nurbaya. I'm still two five, beautiful and obviously can find a soul mate myself.” Betari began to fall.
“Hmmm.” Widuri Salim muttered, not paying any attention to the words of her grandson that she thought were not important anymore.
“I'll still want to have fun, Nek.” added Betari.
“Hmm”
“If the person is not goodlooking how, dong?”
“Hmmm.”
“Kok hmm hmm anyway, Grandma. It's me seriously loh.”
“Udah, deh. You don't have to be fussy. The guy's handsome.”
“Whose version of the handsome is like?” cibir Betari's.
“Tom Holland, dong. Who else.” Widuri Salim answered with pride.
Betari scrunched her forehead. “Emang people look like Tom Holland?”
“Yes, no. Later, you see for yourself.”
“Yes, elah. Anyway if the guy is not handsome Betari does not want to. Create an Arimbi brand or Inung bike, aja.”
“That's the guy.” said Widuri Salim as soon as they got to the main room.
Betari was wide-eyed and at that moment, the world became silent.
***
Monkey
“Hush!” Widuri Salim widened full of warnings. “Language, Darling.”
Betari who cares.
So, the crazy monkey has no manners that spilled champagne on her shirt last night was her future husband.
Whoa! The world is really narrow.
“I guess which Disney prince would want a boyfriend like me. Know this monkey.” cibir Betari.
This time Widuri Salim couldn't bear to not pinch Betari's arm. “Your mouth is careless.” whispered in a firm tone.
Widuri Salim brought Betari to her future husband and for the first time introduced her to her future husband.
“Dance, Dear... This is Umbara your future husband.”
Umbara, aka the monkey looked at Betari and stood giving her hand just to try to look polite. His heart was not happy.
Why should this woman?
Why this monkey, anyway?
***
The next day, Betari could not bear to tell her friends. Prayoga and Vanilla.
At lunchtime, they gathered at a cafe in the city center.
“OMG OMG become a candidate for Umbara Atmojo.” Prayoga told Betari in disbelief.
“Soath to dedemit! Lo betrothed to Umbara?!” vanila was no less surprised. “Umbara Atmojo his son Gading Atmojo the famous sculptor?”
“Wait!! Why is he a sculptor?—“ asks Betari with a wrinkled forehead. “dan famous ?” Of course Betari only knows Gading Atmojo as one of the famous businessmen and is not interested in his personal life let alone about his children.
“Crazy yes, Bet! You do not know the background of your husband. Umbara Atmojo is very famous among us. You really don't know him?” comment Vanilla.
Betari. “You guys have never talked about this Umbara.”
Betari looked at Vanilla and Prayoga sitting in front of her.
“Enter, deh, Bet. Lo aja who forgot.” replied Vanila.
“Emang lo family no one mentioned about him what?” ask Prayoga.
“Gue that is not horrified.” actually Betari did not focus on listening when her grandmother explained about her future husband last night. Because he was busy cursing his bad luck. How not bad? In two months she should be married. Though he still wants to have fun and worse still his age is still twenty-five—st ten years from his target to get married.
“Well how the hell lo, Bet!” vanilla Admonition.
“Udahlah, kayak essential aja. As long as he is rich, I have no problem. His last name is Atmojo, right?” Betari knew the Atmojo family was one of the conglomerate families. So marrying Umbara Atmojo can also be called an advantage. “Again this Umbara looks pretty.” added Betari.
Vanila and Prayoga glared. “Lumayan!?”
Betari nodded.
“Umbara Atmojo lo say good?!” ask Prayoga. “Keep me what dong, Bet?!”
Betari looked at Prayoga in confusion.
“Yes, Bet! He's a real handsome guy. Yesterday I saw him at his aunt Dona's birthday party. Genuinely handsome. Masa lo said good. Your eyes need to be taken to the doctor!” sahut Vanilla, bells. “If I were you, yes Bet. I will prostrate seven times if necessary until my eel is swollen even though I am willing.” he said later.
“Lebay lo, Van.” Fun Betari. “Try aja lo know the behavior of him who does not have the moral.”
“No morals how do you mean lo?” ask Prayoga. He looked at Betari. “To my knowledge, Umbara is a kind and polite person. Many mothers who want to mate their daughters with him.”
“Gue has never heard strange rumors about him, except about him being gay.” said Vanila.
“Gay?” ask Betari.
Vanila and Prayoga looked at each other before anyone answered. “Actually, this is old gossip, but lately this rumor is back crowded. Some say that Umbara is gay.” Prayoga said. “Lo know Baron Adiningrat who is a former GP motorcycle racer? He's the one who's called Umbara's gay partner. Said Melinda's ex-wife Baron once raped them again at the hotel, so she asked for a divorce.”
“There are also those who say that he has brondong not only one or two.” added Vanila. “Set everything is still a schoolboy.”
“It's all just gossip, Bet. Lo don't—“
Betari cuts Prayoga's sentence. “If he's gay nice dong.” he said.
Betari. If the rumors are true. Then the business of his marriage with Umbara Atmojo will become easier. Betari thought he could manage it. Just enough to be a good wife in front of everyone. That's easy, isn't it?
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