What a Beautiful Divorce
11. Invitation

In his heart Silvi thanked Rini because her friend had encouraged her to accept this match, because Tristan was a handsome man. And also, from the face of Tristan it is clear that he is a cute man as in the CEO novels that Silvi often read.

The chat in the meeting of two families who want to make a reservation is dominated by Jeng Salini and Jeng Veni, rather than the chatter of their husbands. Whenever Mr. Subarja or Mr. Rohan wanted to talk to each other, their wives always did not hesitate to cut.

With forced Mr. Subarja and Mr. Rohan listen to the discussion about bags, shoes, clothes, watches, and also antiques that they recorded in their minds to be given to the wife.

For men like Mr. Rohan and Mr. Subarja, flooding the wife with gifts without in any order, is a way for them to make the wife even more in love. But the opposite happened, the gifts continue to be not enough for Jeng Salini and Jeng Veni.

***

"Sir, is this all right? Sir, try to come here!" ma'am Inari said to her husband. She was watching a national channel that aired the demonstration, where the participants were all women.

Mr. Oscar was busy reading an article about how to advance the village and went inside to see television. "What's up, Mom? There's a monster attack in town?" candelessly.

"Yee, no, sir. It's there's a demo that all women demo takers. Feminists are the title" replied Ms. Inari. "What kind of people, sir?"

Oscar, who was looking at the TV, laughed. "It's more dangerous than a monster, ma'am. Feminists are people who do not want to recognize the leadership of the husband in the household. For them the husband and wife are equal, which is 50:50. Even many of them wanted her husband to submit to her. Do you want to go to the demo too?"

"I'll pinch you later too!" sulek Bu Inari's. "It's weird, yes, Mr. feminist mindset. Most men today are afraid to get married."

"Yes, Mom. That's why I said they were more dangerous than monsters. But, Mom, most of those men are also wrong, because they don't behave like a man. They were weak, indecisive, and afraid of his wife. Or on the contrary, they are rude and disrespectful to their wives. How would a woman respect a husband like that?" bright Mr. Oscar.

Ms. Inari nodded. "So, who's wrong, sir? The feminist woman or the men?"

"They're both wrong, ma'am. As long as the polarity of masculine energy and feminine energy is reversed as such, the household will not feel happy. I continued reading on the porch first, yes, ma'am."

"Yes, Mr. Kades," said Bu Inari.

***

In front of their garden kitchen building, Nimo and Prapto were resting while singing Bon Jovi's song Love Lies (love lies). They just finished planting the yam. Nimo plays the guitar, while Prapto plays the harmonica.

Love lies

You're just a victim of the headlines

You're running on into a cold night

You're just a number to the love loves

Suddenly, Nimo's guitar stopped. He then looked at Prapto with his eyes narrowed.

"Why did you stop, Nimo?" ask Prapto wonder.

"That's Silvi's love, boss. Arini's love doesn't lie that way" Nimo said. "Change songs ah, Boss!"

Prapto. "Yes, Bob Dylan's One More Cup of Coffe!" prapto. He then returned to playing the harmonica.

Nimo and Prapto sing while closing their eyes to live the song. Without them knowing, someone has been around them. "Mas! My mother!" call that guy.

When their song was about to enter the third stanza, the person who called out earlier sang the song he happened to know, which was sung by Bob Dylan in a rather high tone of voice.

Your daddy, he's an outlaaaaaaw

And a wanderer by trade

He'll teach you how to pick an' choose

And how to throw the blade

The sound of a musical instrument played by Prapto and Nimo suddenly stopped. They both looked at the source of the voice that was singing earlier.

"Sorry, Mas. I've been calling since, but the two of you just keep singing. So, I also sang," explained the twenty-five-year-old man. "I'm here to drop off Mas's invitation. It says here for Prapto."

"I'm sorry, sorry," said Prapto laughing. "By the way your voice was good."

After the introduction left, Prapto opened the wedding invitation while being noticed by Nimo who was sitting on the chair next to him.

Prapto frowned, as did Nimo. "That's Silvi Si Feminist's full name, isn't it, Boss?" ask Nimo.

Prapto. "Yes, Nimo. Tristan, if I'm not mistaken is a CEO at a large company in Jakarta. He is best known as CEO of Cuek. Then my mother told Silvi that I live in Kejora village."

Nimo nodded. "The name makes me laugh" Nimo said. "I think so too, Boss. You're upset, are you, boss saw the invitation?"

Prapto. "No, Nimo. I will never forgive betrayal, Nimo, no matter how small it is. So, I won't be upset. I was just a little surprised, what was the meaning behind this invitation? Just because Silvi thinks that I'm going to be upset, or is this a sign?"

"What do you mean, boss?"

Prapto lit his cigarette first. After exhaling the smoke, he then said, "I can't really explain Nimo, but my instinct tells me that this is a sign from Silvi that he will do something because he hates me."

Nimo looked at the clear sky while thinking. "We'll see, boss! If the Boss' instincts are correct, we'll deal with it coolly" Nimo responded.

Prapto. "Yes. Come on, let's continue growing tomatoes, Nimo! Only tomatoes are left our seeds. Tomorrow we can focus on caring for crops and livestock. Oh yeah, you said where did we sell the crops?"

"To a small town close by, boss. There are many who want to buy to be sold again in the markets, even to supermarkets and malls," replied Nimo while putting his boots.

"I was wondering about the sale, Nimo. Is the price of fruits, vegetables, and livestock products from Kejora village valued the same as those from other places, which manage the gardens and livestock with chemicals?"

"The more expensive range is three to five thousand per count, Boss. The difference, which people display in supermarkets or in malls is only what they buy from Kejora village, because hail gardening from Kejora village is all natural. City people are more interested in natural food, boss, because it's healthy."

"Anyone has ever seen how much Kejora village plantations are selling in supermarkets and malls?"

Nimo. He looked at Prapto with enlarged eyes. Nimo then shook his head weakly.

"Tomorrow we check, we take Mr. Oscar too. Natural agriculture is healthier, but behind it management requires more labor and perseverance than agriculture that uses chemicals, Nimo. It's not funny if supermarkets and malls are buying cheap results of our garden and selling it at a high price!" prapto.

Nimo nodded. "Let's attack!" said.