What a Beautiful Divorce
24. Kerling and Smile

Pinaka surprise. He immediately raised his face. "What, Mas?"

"I have a threat and an offer for you, Pinaka," answered Prapto smiling, "I've recorded our conversation with this phone."

Prapto then took the phone that he placed between the napkin and the wall and showed Pinaka the recording menu that was still running.

"Mas ...," said Pinaka anxiously.

"It's my threat, Pinaka," Prapto said, stopping his cellphone recording, "I can report you to the police station as a fake food researcher or a fraud. Or whatever it is, I will ask the Police Officer about the related article.

"And my offer is, if you withdraw from the Flying Horse Corporation, you won't report it."

"Don't, Mum! But if I resign from the Flying Horse Corporation, where do I work?"

Prapto thought for a moment. "What do your parents do? And what's their average income a month?" ask Prapto.

"My father was a civil servant, Mas, and the mother sold the family boutique in the store in the yard. Their income if combined is approximately thirty million rupiah. Why did Mas Prapto ask that?" pinaka asked in a surprised voice.

"That means, having resigned and not having the salary of a Flying Horse, your parents will not have trouble eating, Pinaka. I have a job for you."

Pinaka was silent for a moment. "What's his job, Mas Prapto? And how much is his salary?" asked Pinaka in a doldrums.

Prapto. "Being the manager of the library in Kejora village," he replied, "you don't need to think about a place to live, because tomorrow the renovation of the library will be completed. In the library there will be a room that has a room, a TV viewing room, and a kitchen in it.

Until you receive your salary the following month, you can use the resignation money given by the Flying Horse Corporation for a month. His salary is about one million rupiah, and his work compiles books and records books borrowed by residents. In Kejora village, the library is open at two in the afternoon, really, and always crowded with mothers."

"Just one million rupiah, Mas Prapto?" pinaka asked in disbelief, "and I don't like reading books either, Mas."

Prapto grinning. Seringai who looks very scary for Pinaka because it makes him imagine the police station. "That means you'd rather spend the day in jail?" tanyakanya.

Pinaka was about to cry but he held his tears out. "But, Mom, a million rupiahs?" ask again.

"I used to live in the city too, Pinaka, and my salary as a company manager was quite large. But after living in the village of Kejora, I was able to survive on five hundred thousand dollars a month. That too, by buying cigarettes. The book there is good all, you must love to read the book later," replied Prapto smiling.

Prapto picked up his phone. "So, which one did you choose? Threat, or my offer?"

"Just offer, Mas," Pinaka replied softly and listlessly.

"You will love the village of Kejora, Pinaka," said Prapto, "two more days, in the afternoon, I wait for you at the house of the village chief Kejora. Come on, let's go home!"

Prapto stood up then stepped into the cashier. While Pinaka wiped his tears first before stepping with a sad and upset heart.

When Pinaka was about to get out of the dining door, he stopped his steps because he saw Prapto was busy checking his pockets and pants.

Prapto turned to the table where he had eaten to see if his wallet was there, but there was none. When Prapto was about to turn to the cashier again to leave the identity card as collateral, his head came to a halt as Pinaka stared in wonder at him.

"Why, Mas?"

"It looks like I forgot my wallet, Pinaka. Though I would like to treat you. But I can leave the identity card as a guarantee, really," Prapto replied laughing.

"Yes, let me pay, Mom."

Pinaka paid for their food and passed without speaking to Prapto. Just as he reached the door, the girl turned to Prapto. "You pay me a million, Mas, but just pay for food there's no money" he said.

Before Pinaka looked forward to continue his steps, Prapto could still see the kerling of Pinaka's eyes and next to his smile which Prapto said was very sweet.

Prapto was fascinated until he sank into a verse fragment.

He smiled, stared for a moment and walked back

Arfiz Y

"Mas! My mother!"

The cashier's voice disperse Prapto's fascination.

"Yes, Mas?"

"That, Mas, someone wants to pay for the food behind Mas" the cashier said.

Prapto looked back. It turned out that behind him had stood two people lining up to pay for their order. Prapto nodded apologetically and left.

While walking, Prapto smiled. He knows Pinaka is very upset, but he also knows that Pinaka has little desire to agree with his offer, which means Pinaka is interested in him.

After returning from the city of Keladi, Prapto directly to the house of the founder of the village library, namely Pak Nirwana. He invited the old man to visit Mr. Oscar's house. They are now on the terrace of Mr. Oscar's house drinking coffee and smoking.

After igniting his tobacco shell, Mr. Oscar said, "So, Mr. Nirwana asked to find a library manager also in Nak Prapto, and Nak Prapto has found it?"

Mr. Nirwana who looked like an elder warrior nodded. "Yes, Mr. Kades. Said Nak Prapto, a candidate for the library manager from Jakarta. I doubt if the city wants a small salary? But Nak Prapto said the woman didn't mind the salary."

"Thank God. That means he likes to work in the library and must be fond of reading books" replied Mr. Oscar, "The salary is small, because the salary comes from the regular donation of citizens. But, if the Kejora village plantation business has started, of course the salary can go up."

Mr. Oscar sucked his horn. After exhaling smoke, Mr. Oscar's face was somewhat shocked. He immediately asked Mr. Nirwana, "So said Mr. Nirwana, where did the woman who will work in the library come from?"

"From Jakarta, Mr. Kades. Oh yes, Mr. Kades, Mr. Prapto, I'm first, yes. Someone wants me to harvest in the garden. Thanks for the dish. Good afternoon" said Mr. Nirwana.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Nirwana," replied Mr. Oscar and Prapto simultaneously.

Mr. Oscar was about to ask Prapto, but they turned to the fence to see Nimo, who had been sent a short message by Prapto, coming on his bike.

After Nimo sat down and said there was no need to make coffee, Mr. Oscar looked at Prapto.

"From Jakarta?" ask Mr. Oscar.

"Right, Mr. Oscar, from Jakarta."

"Name Pinaka?" ask Mr. Oscar again.

"Yes, Mr. Oscar, his name is Pinaka" answered Prapto smiling.

Mr. Oscar frowned, let alone Nimo. "What is this about, Mr Village Chief?" asked Nimo in wonder.

"It's about love, Nimo. It's about love, and it seems to be about your friend's covert plan. Explain, Nak Prapto, how could Pinaka want to?"

Prapto then explained his conversation with Pinaka and also the threat.

Mr. Oscar and Nimo shook their heads. "Slices you, Boss. But it's cool. You took revenge on her while approaching her," Nimo laughed.

"That's smart! Kerling's throw and the smile before she left was a sign, Nak Prapto," continued Mr. Oscar, "she's upset, but you've managed to get her interested in you."

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The next day, after Pinaka's resignation which left many of the employees at the Flying Horse Corporation astonished, Tristan became dizzy a thousand roving. He was very astonished and very upset that there was nothing more to be told against the economic development of Prapto. And of course, more than that, he was very afraid Silvi would get colder to him.

At night, Pinaka finished packing his things. Tomorrow afternoon he will leave for the village of Kejora. Pinaka cried from dusk until eight o'clock at night. After her crying stopped, she pressed the call button to call a name on the phone contact.