What a Beautiful Divorce
31. Which One Did You Choose?

"I have an idea, Mas" said Pinaka, "Mas threatened the Tristan. Mas phone him, then tell him, if Mr. Gumiro's capital loan is not approved, Mas Prapto will report him to the police on fraud charges. He was certainly afraid, because he did not want his name as CEO to be ugly. His position will potentially be demoted or even fired."

The face of Prapto. Bu Veni and Mr. Rohan nodded with smiles.

"Aunty's son-in-law is smart!" said Bu Veni, who made Pinaka and Prapto immediately turned to him.

"I mean Auntie, her acquaintance is a smart aunt," he added laughing.

"I mean Om too," said Mr. Rohan.

Prapto. "And to be more convincing, I will tell Tristan that Pinaka has proof of the money transfer sent by Tristan. If she's still less scared, I'd say that Pinaka recorded their conversation on the phone, when Tristan asked her to go undercover as a food researcher."

Mr. Rohan looked at Prapto. "But, Prapto, if Tristan remains unwilling, of course your next action is to report Tristan to the police. And most likely Pinaka will also be a suspect."

Prapto lit his cigarette again. "I don't think Tristan will take any chances, Dad. And I think Tristan is just a cute style, but he's a coward. To his wife alone he was afraid. After all, Dad, if I make a report at the police station, that report later will only be used to threaten him.

"If Tristan still does not want to tell the bank to approve Mr. Gumiro's loan and he prefers to deal with the police, I will revoke the report so that Pinaka does not go to jail. Then we find another way."

Mr. Rohan and Bu Veni nodded.

"I've already screenshot a money transfer account mutation from Tristan, Mas Prapto," Pinaka said.

"Mom, Dad, we go to Mr. Gumiro's house first, yes." Prapto then stood up to greet his parents.

"You eat first!" said Mr. Rohan.

"When we'll visit again, Dad. I think I'd better see Mr. Gumiro as soon as possible."

"alright. Hope your business is good, yeah." Mr. Rohan then stood up, followed by Bu Veni.

They shake. Prapto hugged both of his parents. He and Pinaka then greeted Mang Kari and Bi Asih. Before Prapto got on the bike, Bu Veni slipped a few pieces of money into his son's jacket pocket. "Make your cigarettes" he said.

***

Mr. Gumiro and Timo seemed to be thinking hard on the porch of their house. Their coffee cups are still full. The father and son did not say a word. Only occasionally did they look at each other for a moment and then think again.

The faces of Mr. Gumiro and Timo only turned a little bright when they saw Prapto and Pinaka appear on the home page. After introducing Pinaka to Mr. Gumiro and Timo, Prapto then explained about their plans.

Mr. Gumiro was about to respond to Prapto's explanation, but his wife, Ms. Tari, came to serve drinks.

"Mom, meet me, this is Pinaka, Prapto's girlfriend" Timo said. He glanced at Prapto with a smile.

After Pinaka finished shaking hands with Bu Tari, Prapto wanted to talk to explain that he and Pinaka were not dating, but Bu Tari preceded him. "Nak Prapto is good at looking for a girlfriend. Pinaka is sweet and pretty," said the fifty-four-year-old woman whose hair was carried.

"Ti ..."

"Mother in first, yes, Nak Prapto, Nak Pinaka. Mother's cuisine is in the cauldron," cut off Bu Tari who was in a hurry for fear of her cooking being burnt. Without waiting for a response from Prapto, Timo's mother went straight into the house.

Timo laughing. He then put on his wise-ass face. "You're really good at finding girlfriends, Prapto. Don't date her for long, get married soon. Ouch!"

Timo was surprised because his shoulder was patted by Mr. Gumiro. "We don't know yet Nak Pinaka and Nak Prapto are dating or not, Timo. You're there to find a boyfriend and get married. We want to have grandchildren."

"Well, right said your father, Timo," continued Prapto.

"You too, Nak Prapto. You are no longer young."

Prapto and Timo were silent ten thousand and five hundred languages. Pinaka held his laughter.

"Well. Try Tristan's phone now, Nak Prapto," Gumiro said. "If he picks up your call, we don't have to see him. I've always had the emotion of seeing her pretty face."

Prapto then called Tristan's number which was given by his father. It activates the call speaker.

"Hello." Tristan's voice came from across the phone.

"Hello, Tristan," said Prapto.

There was a sound of coughing across the phone. Prapto smiled looking at Mr. Gumiro and Timo who were holding back a laugh. Prapto. Tristan coughs surely because he is not called by formal name, namely Mr. Tristan.

Prapto grinning. "Reminators!" sapa Prapto half yelled, a shout that made Pak Gumiro, Timo, and Pinaka hold a laugh.

"I'm Prapto, Tan, Kejora villagers. I'd like to make an offer that would be a pity if you refuse."

There was no sound of Tristan for a moment.

"Yes. What's up, Prapto?" tristan asked in a more indifferent tone, because he felt that Prapto already knew the cause of Pak Gumiro's capital loan was canceled. Otherwise, why would Prapto call him?

"I know that you were the cause of Mr. Gumiro's loan cancellation, Tan. Since Mr. Gumiro is my friend's father and my business partner, then I want you to get the loan approved. We, the villagers of Kejora, do not want to do business with the Flying Horse Corporation anymore, Tan. You are fraudsters" said Prapto.

Prapto continued, "Pinaka now lives in the village of Kejora, and he is now with me at Mr. Gumiro's house. Pinaka said he had a remittance mutation from you worth five million rupiahs. He also had a recording of your conversation on the phone, when you asked him to refuse my garden. Right, Pinaka?"

"True, Mas Prapto," Pinaka replied.

Tristan did not answer. Across the phone, his face was already pale from hearing Pinaka's voice.

Prapto. "So, Tan, I'll give you an offer and a threat, which you can later choose one. My offer is, you get Mr. Gumiro's loan approved, and then your good name won't get damaged and you won't go to jail.

"Or would you rather report it to the police? I'd rather you choose this second option. Because you can go to jail, or at least your career will plummet. Which one you choose"

Mr. Gumiro looked at Timo. He did not expect that Prapto was very good at threatening people. His style of speech was reassuring and the sound of his voice sounded calm. Timo understood his father's intentions, and raised his thumb.

Long Tristan was silent. After a long sigh, he said, "Alright, I picked the first one, your offer."

Prapto turns off the phone with a smile. Mr. Gumiro and Timo nodded. They stood up and hugged Prapto.

"Thank you, Pinaka," said Prapto, "you're cool."

"You're cool too, Mas" said Pinaka, staring in admiration at Prapto.

***

At their home, in front of the TV, Silvi looks at Tristan with a wondering look. Her husband had just finished talking to Prapto over the phone. "How, Honey?" ask Silvi.

"Pak Gumiro will get that capital loan, dear, because Prapto threatened to report me to the police on charges of fraud" Tristan replied in a soft and fearful tone. He knew very well that Silvi would be furious to hear his answer just now.

"What?" silvi asked half-crying. "That's all you're afraid of? You're embarrassing us, honey. Prapto must have known that it was both of us, and now he must have laughed at us because you were afraid of him. It must be just a bluff, honey, don't be afraid!"

Tristan grew increasingly anxious to hear Silvi yell. He is afraid that tonight Silvi will lash out again and his world will feel very meaningless to live. "Pinaka supports Prapto, dear. Pinaka had a tape of my phone when I told him to go undercover as a food researcher. He also had a money transfer account mutation from me, honey."

"Darling... Dear... Honey, but taking care of that you're not a dick!" silvi said ketus, without calling dear again. "I want to go home to my parents for a few days now" he continued.

"Darling, don't be. Please, don't do it, honey!" pinta Tristan is worried.

Silvi ignored her husband's request. He took the car keys and quickly stepped into his car. Tristan got up from his seat to chase after Silvi, but just as he reached the door, Silvi's car had already sped up.

"I can't live without you, baby!" cheers Tristan with a wistful. Tristan's body melted, he sat on the floor holding the door. Tristan then put his phone on top of a small cupboard beside him. But soon, Silvi's pet cat jumps on top of the closet and her legs nudge Tristan's phone.

Tristan's phone slipped and fell to the floor. "Damn you!" tristan on the cat

***

"Thank God, Pinaka, our plan worked" Prapto said. He then bought fried rice.

Pinaka nodded. "That's because Mas Prapto is great" he said.

"You're great too. I liked your idea."

Pinaka and Prapto are in a cafe. In addition to eating, they stopped at the cafe to shelter because the rain fell quite heavy.

The cafe where they stayed was quite big. The food and drink are good. No wonder the cafe is so crowded.

Prapto suddenly stopped his mouthful of fried rice. He raised his head to look at a man of Pinaka's age who was walking up to their table.

The man was wearing a bright purple shirt and white cotton trousers. He looked at Prapto with a cynical look for a moment and then turned to Pinaka.

"Hi, Pinaka. Since yesterday I haven't seen you in the office. After I asked your friend, it turned out that you were resigning" the man smiled. He sat down without greeting Prapto.