What a Beautiful Divorce
33. Hordes of Birds Crossing

Prapto and Nimo looked at each other. When they looked back, the person had raised his umbrella. The face of the man was now clearly visible. “Piluk baaa!” her cheering.

"Sir Oscar!" prapto and Nimo shouted, simultaneously.

Mr. Oscar laughed. Then he sat on the terrace. "You're shocked?" tanyakanya.

"Lumayan, Mr. Village Chief. Wait a minute, yes, Mr. Village Chief, I made you some coffee first. Mom and Dad are going to Aunt's house." Nimo then went into the house.

Mr. Oscar lit his cigarette. So too with Prapto. They were silent for a while while looking at the rain falling.

"What is it that Mr. Village Chief came raining like this?" tanya Prapto broke the silence.

"Not raining, really, Nak Prapto. I'm wearing an umbrella" replied Mr. Oscar, smiling. "I just sent a short message to Nimo to ask if Nak Prapto has come home or not. Then Nimo said, You have come home and are here now. I'm walking through the rain, Nak Prapto, so I'm here."

Prapto. Nimo then came to bring a cup of coffee for Mr. Oscar. "Please drink, Mr. Village Chief." He then looked at Prapto. "How was it, Boss? What did Mr. Gumiro say?"

Prapto looked at Mr. Oscar. He explained first to Mr. Oscar about his trip to Jakarta earlier. "That's it, sir. And just now Mr. Gumiro sent a short message. He said his loan could be taken. Then he's going to our village tomorrow with Timo."

Mr. Oscar and Nimo nodded, laughing at Prapto's story when he called Tristan. A moment later, Oscar and Nimo seemed to be thinking.

"Oh, Mr. Kades!" nimo exclaimed, shocked, because Mr. Oscar suddenly slapped his thigh when he was engrossed in thought.

Prapto and Mr. Oscar laughed. Mr. Oscar took a sip of coffee and raised his hand which was holding a pipe. "Then, tomorrow we should hold a welcoming event for them. Tell them, Nak Prapto, to come at ten in the morning to the top, so that we can prepare a welcoming event first,"

"Okay, Mr. Village Chief." Prapto then sent Timo a message, according to what Mr. Oscar said.

"But, Mr. Village Chief," Nimo said, "at ten in the morning the village mothers of Kejora had just finished cooking for their families. Who will cook for Mr. Gumiro and Timo?"

"We can work around this, Nimo Nak. Tomorrow morning you come with me to ask for the fruits of the harvest to some citizens. The only fruits that we serve for them, plus cow's milk. 'And the theme of our business cooperation is agriculture and natural livestock, '" said Mr. Oscar.

Prapto and Nimo nodded in agreement.

***

In the morning in the rainy season the weather is often cloudy. The shady and beautiful Kejora Village became cooler because the sun was blocked by cloudiness.

The villagers of Kejora, from children to the elderly, are now gathering in front of the village hall to welcome the arrival of Pak Gumiro and Timo.

There are different types of fruits on several tables. There is also cow milk in some teapots. The villagers of Kejora looked impatient to start their new business. Seen from their chat, which is all about selling the crops.

Shortly after, a black sedan stopped on a road not far from the village hall building. From the black sedan car down Mr. Gumiro and Timo.

Mr. Oscar, Prapto, and Nimo immediately approached them to shake hands.

“Thank you, Mr. Gumiro. Come, we go to the front of the village hall to enjoy the dish first,” invite Mr. Oscar.

Mr. Gumiro and Timo walked over while nodding to greet all the citizens who were there. They then sat on a long bench that had been prepared. Next to them, also on a long bench, sat Mr. Oscar, Nimo, and Prapto. Five of them started smoking.

“Please eat and drink the dish, Mr. Gumiro, Timo,” bargain Mr. Oscar. “Everything's natural. Without chemicals, even without compost.”

Gumiro and Timo smiled. Mr. Gumiro then ate papaya, and Timo tried duku. The father and son then nodded.

“This is the most delicious duku I have ever eaten, Mr. Oscar,” said Nimo. He poured the cow's milk from the pot into a glass and drank it. “This cow milk is also more delicious than imported packaged milk.”

Mr. Gumiro chimed in, “As I thought, even more powerful than I thought. The result of Kejora village gardening is amazing.”

Mr. Gumiro then stood up. He looked at all the villagers who were there. “All attendees are without exception, thank you for your service in the creation of this delicious food and drink. Me, Gumiro, and my son, Timo, are very happy and proud to be working with Kejora village.

"Let's advance the business of agriculture and natural farming without damaging nature, without hurting animals, and also healthy. The produce and livestock of Kejora village will fill the shopping center in Endonesa, and we will try to reach abroad. All that we will start from here, now, in this village Kejora.”

Everyone in the village hall, including Lapen Oscario, applauded. Lapen was very impressed with the style of speech Mr. Gumiro who was authoritative but not impressed arrogant. Beside Lapen, Lennon and Taro also clapped their hands while shaking.

“Lapen, Grandpa who spoke earlier was cool. Where does your grandfather know him?” ask Lennon.

Lapen thought for a moment. “Ooh. He is an old friend of my grandfather,” Lapen replied.

Taro raised his hand to prevent Lennon from responding to Lapen. “You know Lennon? If Lapen starts his words with ‘oooh’, it means he made up.”

Lapen laughing. “Taro right,” said. “I don't know where they know, Lennon. But I think they were introduced by Uncle Prapto.”

“Ah, you're Lapen. If Taro had not told me, of course I have been deceived by you,” said Lennon sulked.

“Where do I want to cheat on my best friend, Lennon. At most after you believe, I will also say that I only made up.”

Mr. Oscar's voice cleared several times. All eyes were now on the Kejora village chief. To the right of Mr. Oscar stood Prapto and Nimo, while to the left stood Mr. Gumiro and Timo. They were facing the audience.

Everyone in attendance is now waiting for what Mr. Oscar will say. The winter cold wind blows, making the atmosphere more cool.

There was a bird in the middle of silence. Hordes of birds turned out to be passing above the village hall. Everyone looked up.

Mr. Gumiro smiled as he looked at the horde of birds. “I'll find a way to stay here with your mother, Timo,” he said.

“Then Dad's company in Jakarta how?” tanya Timo, who was also looking at the swarm of flying birds.

Mr. Gumiro did not answer. He just widened his smile.