What a Beautiful Divorce
29. Roving Trader

Despite the rain, I can still see your shadow between the specks

Dance with a gentle dance, groan, then extend a hand to me

I got up and danced

Your laughter burrowed in your head until the sound of rain could no longer be heard

Then your figure slowly blurred towards the end of our dance

Until it's gone, home, to your place marked with a headstone

Instantly came back a speck of rain, which amounted to less than my miss on you

Arfiz Y

"Damn, this is a verse why is sad right? But good, about the longing for a lover who is gone." muttered Prapto while steady the screen of his phone.

Initially Prapto was about to go to sleep after calling Pinaka, but a short message containing a link to an instabram account, sent by Mr. Rodi, made Prapto delay his sleep. In the short message Mr. Rodi wrote, He is a rare, but unskilled poet, Nak Prapto. Follow him!

"There are some verses that are not sad" Prapto murmured again.

***

That same night, Silvi and her husband sat on the sofa watching TV. More precisely, they are watched by TV because their discussion makes them not pay attention to TV anymore.

"If that happens, of course the village of Kejora will be more advanced and Prapto will be rich, dear," Silvi told Tristan.

"Just calm down, honey! As soon as I got that information from the head of the company who wanted to cooperate with Kuda Terbang Corporation, I immediately hampered Mr. Gumiro's capital loan at the only private bank willing to lend him capital. Now Mr. Gumiro will no longer be able to cooperate with Kejora village."

"Where does the company's leader know that Mr. Gumiro borrowed capital at the bank to cooperate with Kejora village, dear?" silvi asked with a slightly astonished look.

"His nephew has a high position there, dear," Tristan replied, "so, he heard Mr. Gumiro's conversation with the bank's top brass directly."

Silvi nodded, but a moment later she frowned. "What if the Kejora village people offered cooperation to other companies and other companies were willing?" ask again.

Tristan grinned. "All major companies in Jakarta have been asked by the company leadership to reject the offer of Kejora village, and they agreed to be given promising rewards, as well as those in other cities. The rest are only small companies that do not have capital and will not be borrowed capital by banks.

"Flying Horse Corporation wants to reap the benefits of the natural farm and livestock business itself, because we know that the business is very potential in the future, dear," he explained.

Silvi's face was beaming. "you're great, dear. My husband is great!"

Tristan's famous face was always indifferent it instantly turned to blush, her heart floweryly praised by Silvi. For Tristan, a thousand attitudes and words of disrespect Silvi to him can be replaced by the praise of his wife.

***

This morning was a bright and cool morning in the village of Kejora. There were no black clouds in the sky, as if the bright day would last until night. But Stepen, his son-in-law Mr. Oscar, knew that at least the afternoon rain would fall, because he had not seen any signs the rainy season would end.

Stepen continued to take care of the potato plant whose leaves had turned yellow, a sign that in a few days the plant will be harvested. When Stepen got up to look at his other plants, he heard the sound of foot clattering running behind him.

Stepen turned. In front of him was now standing Lapen Oscario with a face that looked hurried. Stepen scrunched his forehead.

"Why are you running and putting on such a hurried face, son?"

Lapen turned to his father after paying attention to his father's plants for a moment. He said, "Dad, today I'm helping my dad do some gardening in the afternoon, yeah. Oh yeah, I'd like to ask for my money, too, Dad."

"Yes, Lapen, but where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Grandfather Kuncoro the traveling merchant came, Dad. I don't want to be late. He will come to Kejora village only twice a week" Lapen replied.

"Oohs. About the money you raised from helping me out in the garden, you're going to save it to your mother, Lapen. Not old is senile," said Stepen laughing, "this is using father's money first, we will cut your money."

After taking the money extended by Stepen, Lapen immediately turned around and ran. Stepen. "Oi, Lapen, be careful, son!" her cheering.

Lapen looked back then raised her thumb while continuing to run.

"Just like you used to be, Mas. If Mr. Kuncoro comes, you'll run right away. When it turns out that you forgot to bring money," said Lastri smiling while carrying two cups of coffee.

Stepen smiled and turned around. He knew that the voice just now was the voice of his wife. "And you always lend me money, Lastri. I always run when I hear Mr. Kuncoro coming, because if it's a little late, the story must have started. The arrival of Pak Kuncoro is always awaited by the Kejora village children.

"Not only because the toys he sells are unique, but also because he always tells stories to children with a very interesting storytelling style. Now he must be very old, yes, Lastri." Stepen then sat down on a long bench with his wife.

Lastri smiled sweetly. "Yes, Mas. His story of the swordsman is always interesting. Father said, Mr. Kuncoro's age is ten years older than Dad. But he was healthy and still selling. Bu Harni said, whether he knew where, Mr. Kuncoro is relatively rich economy, Mas, but he still wants to sell."

Stepen shook his head with a small laugh. "Bu Harni's guggelnya Kejora village women, Lastri," he said, "maybe the reason Pak Kuncoro continued to trade from village to village, despite being old and rich, he said, is to educate the children through the swordsman's story."

Lastri nodded. "I think so too, Mom. Noble-hearted parents," he said.

***

Lapen ran down the village road Kejora.citizens who move in front of their homes were surprised to see the boy running like he was being chased by a ghost. But their astonishment was only for a moment, because a moment later they immediately understood.

All the villagers of Kejora know, if the children seem to be in a hurry, it means that Pak Kuncoro came. Even when they were small, they also did not want to miss buying toys sold by Pak Kuncoro and his story about the swordsman.

After turning left and running a little more, Lapen reached where Pak Kuncoro was selling his L300.

"It's almost too late, Lapen," said Lapen's friend, who had a haircut like the Beatles.

"Have you bought a toy, Lennon?"

Lennon, whose name is the same as one of the Beatles personnel, raised his hand holding a toy car-straw of wood. "Buruan, Lapen! Let Grandpa Kuncoro start the story."

Lapen. He bought a truck made of wood.

"Well, we've all been shopping, right? asked Mr. Kuncoro to smile.

"Already, Cake!" answer all the children simultaneously. The mothers who accompanied their daughters smiled. They also want to listen to the story of Mr. Kuncoro, who they used to hear often when delivered by their mother to buy toys.

Mr. Kuncoro stood beside his car. He looked at the sky for a moment. His long, whitened hair fluttered in the morning breeze.

"He was named Runai and emblazoned by one of the famous martial world grandfathers who had been isolated, namely Ki Mendung Langit. After the age of Runai twenty years, he then paid his teacher to travel. On his back was a sword of inheritance," said Mr. Kuncoro. He paused for a moment.

"What's the name of her navel sword, Kek Kuncoro?" ask Lapen curiously.

"The sword with the sheath carved into the dragon's figure was named: Black Sky Sword."

"Waaah!" there was an amazed murmur from the children there.

Kuncoro smiled. He continued, " ......... ."

***

Prapto and Pinaka greeted Bi Asih and Mang Kari who welcomed them. After Prapto hugged Mang Kari, he asked, "Father and Mom are home, Mang?"

Mang Kari nodded. "She, Den. Wait a minute, I'll call you," he said.

Prapto and Pinaka then sat on the pendopo.

Shortly after Prapto lit a cigarette, Pinaka said, "Mas, your parents."

Prapto. On the porch of the house, his father and mother had stood staring at Prapto.