What a Beautiful Divorce
15. Conclusion and Plan

Prapto and Nimo looked at each other. Of course they were astonished, because before, when they sold the crops to the store which was a subsidiary of the Flying Horse, there was no need to inspect the crops.

From inside the shop came the sound of regular footsteps. The footsteps continued to walk outside the store until the person who had the footsteps was now standing in front of Prapto and Nimo.

"Good day, Mr. Prapto, Mr. Nimo. My name is Pinaka, I'm a food researcher who has just worked at the Flying Horse Corporation and was assigned to inspect every crop sold to this store," said a woman whose voice sounded melodious and gentle.

The woman's long hair was left unraveled, matching her delicate and sweet facial features. Coupled with her skin that is sapodilla mature, perfect the figure of Pinaka as a woman who is so graceful and charming.

Nimo and Prapto stared at Pinaka's face for a moment before they decided in each other's hearts that she was unknown to them and had never seen her before in Jakarta.

Nimo's hunch said that no matter how beautiful Pinaka was, the sparkle of the woman's eyes was a sign that they would hear something unpleasant.

Similarly, Prapto, from the sparkle of Pinaka's eyes he knew there would be unpleasant news. Therefore, Prapto did not want to linger.

"Yes, good day. Tell me what Miss Pinaka wants to say. The afternoon is almost over, we want to go home soon" said Prapto. Pinaka's brilliant eyes slightly enlarged in shock at Prapto's response.

At first Pinaka thought that the two men would be impressed by her beauty when she introduced herself, then the two men would just obey what she was going to say. Because according to Pinaka, where is there a man who dares to refute the words of a woman as beautiful as himself?

Instantly Pinaka became awkward to say what Tristan had instructed him. He was silent for a moment to think. The words he had trained last night had to be replaced with other words because of the response shown by Prapto just now.

Pinaka thought while looking down. He could not stare at the resolute glare of his prapto eyes and showed not a hint of fascination. Even Prapto spoke bluntly without the shady aling-aling, as if there was not a hint of Pinaka charm that perched in the heart of Prapto.

"Ma .. sorry, Mr. Prapto, Mr. Nimo. From the results of my research just now on your harvest, it turns out that the harvest contains chemical elements, which means our company can not take it to market, because our company only buys farm produce and farms that are managed naturally."

Nimo stood up from his seat. His face radiated astonishment as well as anger.

"What did you say, Miss? There is not a single crop in Kejora village that is not natural, including our crops. Don't make it up, you must have checked it wrong!" nimo protested in a high tone of voice.

Pinaka never expected that his plan would become what it is now. The two men did not hesitate to protest, even Nimo said in a high tone. Unlike all this time where no man dared to argue with Pinaka.

Never mind to argue, even shake they do not dare. They hope that by agreeing with his words, Pinaka will give them the opportunity to get sympathy and attention from women as beautiful as him.

"Why daydream, Miss? Let's show us your research!" nimo said with a fierce voice.

"Well, wait a minute, I'll go inside to pick it up" Pinaka replied.

Pinaka. He was about to enter the store and take the results of food tests that he had changed before printing.

Prapto patted Nimo's shoulder gently. He looked into his friend's eyes for a moment and nodded meaningfully. Nimo took a deep breath. He knew that Prapto asked him not to say anything more even though he still wanted to get angry.

Pinaka's steps came to a halt when he heard Prapto say, "No need, Miss! Don't bring all the research results! We can sell crops elsewhere."

Pinaka. He wanted to answer Prapto's words just now. But, when he saw Prapto pick up the harvest basket without turning to him in the slightest, Pinaka undoed his intention to speak. He just stood up and watched the two friends leave the store.

***

"Sir, the green bean porridge is cooked. It would be so good to eat in the cloudy afternoons like this," Ms. Rine said to her husband as she placed the green bean porridge on the table.

Miss Rine smiled. "I always feel good, sir. I also overestimated it to be given to our neighbors who garden with Nimo his son Bu Kisanih, sir. Please deliver, yes, sir," pinta Bu Rine.

Mr. Rodi laughed. "Thank God, Mom, Prapto and the single Nimo will be so happy to bring you some green bean porridge. Wait a minute, yes, I finished reading this first" replied Mr. Rodi. He then looked back at the phone screen.

"What did you read? Seriously it seems," asked Bu Rine.

"This, ma'am, is a poem about the love of a writer whose writing doesn't sell. He posted his works on Instagram. I love the verses and have been a follower of them for the past year. Want me to read it? This verse fits perfectly with how I feel about you, ma'am."

"Mr gumbal! But, I want to hear the verse, sir," replied Bu Rine while blushing.

Mr. Rodi then read a poem from the author whose writing is not these practices.

In the darkness of the night and under the bright lights of my room, a cool breeze still entered from the cracks of the windows

I do not know the written explanation of love, nor can I describe it through words

When you ask, "What is your love for me like?" I can't answer that

Because I don't think love can be described and likened to anything, let alone words

I can only feel that love, which makes my every word, attitude, and action towards you loving

From that, you can already tell, no, how much I love you?

Arfiz Y

"The poem is very deep, sir. Really, that's what love is like" said Ms. Rine, "I'll follow that unsavory poet, sir."

"Follow him, Mom! And like every upload, so that the rare writer does not push the steering because the writing continues to be unsold," replied Mr. Rodi with a sad tone.

***

Prapto and Nimo sat under the overcast afternoon sky. After selling their crops and livestock to market traders, of course at a cheaper price, they immediately went home to the garden with a feeling of annoyance and a wondering mind

Before starting the conversation, Prapto invited Nimo to eat green beans given by Mr. Rodi first.

"If only the Boss hadn't asked me to stop, and if the damn food researcher had been a man, my uppercut would have hit his cheek, Boss," Nimo said still in a furious tone.

"The uppercut hit the chin, Nimo, not the cheek," Prapto replied laughing.

"Obviously I want to hit him, boss. What was the boss thinking? This intelligent me knew that from the way the Boss looked at me earlier, the Boss had thought of something and had not just taken me away from the store."

Prapto lit his cigarette. "I have drawn a conclusion from the rejection of our crops on the grounds that there is a chemical element, Nimo. And I've also made a plan."

Nimo lit his cigarette. "Let's say, Boss!" pinta Nimo is curious.