THE SOULMATE FROM HELL
6. LIMA
Betari slammed the door of her room very hard and she really did not care if the door of her room would be broken. His emotions have reached the crown. If this is how it feels Betari really wants to strangle her husband's neck.
“Basic of the fucking statue! Why also you use the support I make sure I eat, but the edges I can not eat. What the hell do you want to lo kampret?! See aja later I aduin my grandmother.” grumbled Betari, monologue.
“Just no mercy for lo!”
It was Umbara Atmojo's camp. Betari really did not think. Why is there a man like her husband? Of the many men of the female sex in this vast world why must she be the wife of man.
Damnit. Really shit.
In fact, what a great sin Betari had committed in the past was that he had to pay this much karma.
Oh God. Hungry betari.
Betari had never been hungry like this. And actually he could have ordered food through the delivery messaging app. But unfortunately the internet quota runs out and in this house there is no wifi. Yes, Ayam.why Betari have to run out of internet quota all the way? Really bad luck. If this is the case, Betari is forced to hold her hungry until tomorrow morning.
Betari throws her Pro Max iPhone into bed while condemning her misfortune. That thing is actually not much useful without the internet network. If the camera shots were not good, Betari probably would not have bought them.
Then, he lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling of his room which was still unfamiliar. While his hands were stroking his flat stomach and occasionally rang—behind the white polo shirt he wore today.
“Gue is really hungry.” lamented, then remembered something.
Betari took her clutch bag at the end of the bed, then reached into it: looking for bar— yogurt that she always carries wherever she goes—which is mixed with lipstick, powder, perfume bottles, perfume bottles, hair ties, as well as purses and car keys. After finding what he was looking for, he tore off the plastic packaging, and ate the snack voraciously. At least now his stomach is a little helped.
****
Tomorrow.
Early in the morning Betari woke up because she was very hungry. Actually, he was still sleepy and wanted to continue his sleep. But his stomach that had been fasting since yesterday could not be compromised. He went out of his room to the kitchen.
“F*ck!” he cursed when he opened the refrigerator and found nothing even, a bottle of water was not there. He forgot that there was no food in the house.
Actually Betari almost cried rather than rampage. If this continues, he may starve to death. By the devil, Betari did not want to die. Many of his dreams are still unfulfilled. He was also not satisfied to find the grumpy grandfather's life. Even he has not avenged his revenge on his depraved ex-girlfriend.
He kicked the refrigerator in front of him angrily and shouted. “Basic monkey statue!”
At that moment, Umbara walked towards the kitchen and Betari looked at him hatefully.
“Stop yelling because you already look like a madman.” scolds Umbara.
Betari. It's good that he's called a madman. “Lo crazy.”
Umbara did not respond. He put one plastic crackle containing two packs of fragrant chicken soto really tickle the sanubari— onto the kitchen table that has four high chairs. Then skillfully move each parcel into two bowls that it takes from the cupboard.
Umbara brought one bowl closer to Betari. “Eat it first.” he said before taking a seat in one of the chairs and starting his own breakfast.
Betari was stunned for a moment. As the saying goes ‘Good chances don't come twice.’ Betari remembers last night. He immediately ate his meal.
They eat in silence. Betari chose to sit with a hose two seats from Umbara, not right sitting next to him. Even though Umbara was already her husband and the man was not a woman. But he was still a stranger to Betari. As long as they were alone Betari would keep her distance from the man.
“ART who will help take care of the house will come next week. And this one week I will be busy in the gallery.” Umbara said as a statement. Making Betari look at her glance, the expression on her face said that she did not care.
“I hope you can take care of yourself.”
Waita! What did he say just now? God fucking. Think Betari's still a kid what?
“Gue is not a boy.” Ketus Betari.
When Betari had finished eating, Umbara had just returned to the kitchen for a while to give him a— credit card which he placed on the table—near Betari's hand. “That's for you.” she said, before returning to leave the kitchen.
Betari looked at the credit card given by Umbara. He thought for a moment, then picked it up.
*****
Thirty minutes later.
“Aduh, where the hell is my favorite blazer?” Betari ngedumel. He rummaged through the contents of his suitcase furiously, looking around for his beloved black blazer. Yesterday he did not have time to unpack his suitcase and move all his clothes into the closet. Because he was busy watching Korean dramas until he forgot the time.
Now, he doesn't have much time left. Twenty minutes later he has an appointment with an important person from a brand that has long been Betari and his team is looking for cooperation.
He could have worn another blazer or the oversized shirt he used to wear as an outter. But, today Betari had to wear that blazer. Must. The blazer was already like his good luck charm. It's not that Betari is a hard-line superstitious. The problem is, every time Betari uses the blazer to meet clients—from important clients to the usual— to be invited to work together, he said, miraculously Betari and the team did not have to go through a difficult negotiation process to get a deal. Just chat for a while directly deal. Sometimes presentations that have been prepared until they have to be overtime are not used. Weird right? Such an event does not happen once or twice. Therefore, today Betari also felt obliged to wear his favorite black blazer.
Not yet the blazer met, iPhoneya on the mattress rang noisily. It must have been from Lala, his assistant and team leader who brought him for mercy.
Betari snatched his iPhone. Allegedly right. The name of Lala that appeared on the screen. He answered the phone call while continuing to search for his blazer.
“Lo where, anyway? I'm the same Dadung already up to SCBD. Lo spit it here. Don't let our whales loose just because you are a hobby ngaret.” Lala's voice sounded annoyed on the phone.
“Iya, yes this I want otw.”
“What!!! you still at home?! Crazy really! From your house to here it is not enough 20 minutes especially if it is jammed.”
“Hmm,”
“Address, Bet! There's no more time for this. Lo spout!”
“Yes, it's me again looking for my blazer, La.”
“Personation with blazer lo, Bet! Cepetan to here!”
Phone connection is turned off.
Betari saw the clock on her iPhone. He only has less than 20 minutes. There's no more time. But he did not leave his grandfather's house. From Umbara's new home to SCBD it doesn't take fifteen minutes. If he left now, he wouldn't be late.
Fuck the blazer!
Betari snatched the checkered black shirt that caught her eye before running out while carrying her clucth bag.
Betari just pulled out the car keys. He remembered that his car was still in his grandfather's house. Wretch!
Really wretched.
***
Umbara stopped his car right in front of an office building in SCBD.
“Still make the ride.”
Betari got out of the shiny black car with gratitude many times over.
Thank you Lord. Betari is not late.
