What a Beautiful Divorce
38. Business

The morning was still cloudy. Prapto and Nimo had just finished creating a channel to drain some puddles of water in their garden.

Although it was raining last night, and this morning the sun was not yet seen, the birds in Kejora village still chirped, as if singing in the morning was happiness for the birds. No matter the dry season, autumn, or summer.

"You've already ordered clover seedlings, Nimo?" ask Prapto while feeding the rabbits.

Nimo who had just finished opening the door of the cow house turned her head. "No, Boss. After I think about it, we better wait for Dad to finish harvesting rice first."

"Why is that, Nimo?" prapto asked, stepping into the chicken house to open the door. Four hens and one rooster jumped out. They were fed by Prapto.

"Before spreading clover seedlings, we need to spread straw first, Boss. I forgot what the hay functions for, but, the late Masanobu Fukuoka first laid straw in his rice field before he planted clover seedlings."

Prapto. "Later to find the function in gugel, Nimo. How's our broody hen doing?"

"He's healthy and cheerful, boss. I checked the eggs, there were no signs of failure" Nimo replied.

"uh? Signs of failure to hatch you mean, Nimo?"

"Just the same, Boss," Nimo replied, laughing.

"After our first sale to the Kejora Company later, all ‘kan plants will be replanted, Nimo. And it seems, long beans will be bought by many people in the city. But my mind, where will the long bean tendrils go? We do not use pieces of wood in the garden, so it is more natural like in the forest," said Prapto.

Nimo thought for a moment. "We will plant plants that harvest the same age as long beans, Boss, which can be a place to spread for long bean tendrils."

"Good idea, Nimo," said Prapto.

As usual, after taking care of the garden, they stepped into the front of the kitchen building to have a coffee and chat. Nimo sits on a chair, while Prapto continues into the kitchen to cook coffee.

"We don't have a pool either, Nimo," Prapto said, putting down two cups of coffee. Then he lit a cigarette.

Nimo also lit his cigarette. "Later we'll build the pool, boss, after the first sale. Along with planting.”

"Yes, Nimo, after the first sale only. At the edge of the pool we will plant flowers and plants that serve to divert insects from the core plants, let the pool look more beautiful."

Nimo nodded. “Your idea is cool, Boss.” Then he saw a cell phone. "It's still two hours until we go getong royong to the village hall, Boss. What's our activity until nine?"

Prapto seemed to think. Shortly thereafter his face was bright. "Bicycle around the village only. Go, Nimo! While looking for snacks," he asked.

"Good idea, boss. Come on!"

***

Prapto and Nimo cycle while watching hawker sold by Kejora village mothers in front of and beside their homes. They stopped at a house that sold hodgepodge. After they finished eating, they continued cycling around the village.

As they passed in front of Stepen's house, his father Lapen, Prapto asked, "Nimo, why are all the houses I see only Stepen's house without a motorcycle?"

Nimo laughs. "Stepen is not good with a bike, boss," he said.

"Then how did he sell the crops to the market traders in the city of Keladi?"

"Stepen nitip to his neighbor, boss." Nimo laughed again. "A few days ago Stepen asked me to teach him to ride a motorcycle, after the first sale."

“Just right time his birthday Bu Inari they come on foot,” Prapto said. "It's almost nine o'clock, Nimo. Come on, to the village hall!"

***

At half-ten in the morning, the citizens had already gathered like yesterday. Some of the fathers helped build the building with the direction of Mr. Ino. While other fathers and men of Prpato's age, they measure, cut, and connect wood and bamboo materials.

Gotong royong Kejora villagers take place in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere. Because in the midst of busy working together, they can still chat and make jokes.

***

Timo and his father arrive at Kejora village, precisely at Mr. Oscar's house. Prapto, Mr. Oscar, and Nimo have been waiting for them on the terrace. After Bu Inari served coffee and fried cassava, they then started a business conversation.

"So, Mr. Oscar, Nak Nimo" said Mr. Gumiro. "Me and Timo talked about it yesterday and I've given Nak Prapto a little bit of an idea over the phone. The first thing I want to say, we have got a container in the form of several malls and supermarkets in several big cities.

"Secondly, what if after the first sale to the supermaket and mall later, some of our budget is turned to buy varieties that exist abroad, especially from Japan? From the news I heard, malls and supermarkets in big cities sell these varieties at high prices.

"They imported it. The people of the city turned out to be many who like, Mr. Oscar, Nak Nimo, Nak Prapto. I have a friend who is married to a Japanese. He lives there. He said the seeds of Japanese plant varieties could be sent to Endonesa.

"If the villagers of Kejora agree to plant it, Timo will conduct an investigation and then we will order the seeds from my friend. We need to investigate because when marketed, the name of the plant variety has been changed by the supplier company in such a way, so that other food companies do not import it. So that they have no business competition.

"For the distribution of results, whatever the form of our business development, we will still divide it according to the initial agreement, which is 50:50 between the company Kejora and the villagers Kejora." Mr. Gumiro then sipped his coffee.

Mr. Oscar, Nimo, and Prapto nodded. After sucking the hornbill, Mr. Oscar asked, "Have Mr. Gumiro and Nak Timo checked that the variety matches the temperature in Kejora village?"

"Not yet, Mr. Oscar," Timo replied. "We need to know first what varieties of Japanese plants are selling in supermarkets and the mall is bestserts price. After that we'll trace its suitability to the climate and weather here."

Mr. Oscar nodded. "Okay, we agree" he said.

Mr. Gumiro and Timo smiled, but they looked at Mr. Oscar with a slightly astonished look.

Mr. Oscar understood what the father and the boy were surprised by. After exhaling the smoke of his shell, he said, "I understand what Mr. Gumiro and Nak Timo surprised. The villagers of Kejora always believed in their leader.

"I'll tell the farmers later, Mr. Gumiro. And after all, besides they are very fond of farming and raising, Kejora villagers are never afraid to take risks. If there really is a reasonable chance, we will not hesitate to take that opportunity." Mr. Oscar took a sip of his coffee.

Timo and Mr. Gumiro heaved a sigh of relief. They did not expect that the discussion about this overseas variety would be completed in a very fast time. They were amazed by the security and confidence that Mr. Oscar had as the village head.

Mr. Gumiro lit his cigarette. "alright. Timo will conduct an investigation" he said.

Mr. Gumiro then turned to Prapto. "But, it seems that we will find it difficult to find its cross-section, Nak Prapto. Because from other news I heard, in a short time, the Japanese variety importing company has become the sole supplier in all supermarkets and malls in big cities."

The atmosphere became silent for a moment. They are all looking for ways to compete in addition to being a supplier in supermarkets and malls.

Prapto's voice igniting the cigarette broke the silence. He then grinned. "I have a way" he said. "But, we will do it later if the Japanese plant variety is suitable for planting in the village Kejora. Now, Mr. Gumiro and Timo focus first on investigating the plant variety."

"Use the secrets of all you, Prpato," said Timo.

"Rubber. Why do you like to have a wife, boss?" connect Nimo.

Mr. Gumiro and Mr. Oscar laughed. Mr. Gumiro then turned to Timo and Nimo who were sitting beside him.

"In business it should not be rushed, Timo, Nak Nimo. Nak Prapto didn't say it now for sure because his plan wasn't ripe right. And because this is not in a hurry, so he wants to mature it first" said Mr. Gumiro.

Timo and Nimo nodded.

"Last night you said you had an idea, Nak Prapto," Gumiro said. "Send it."

"Okay, sir," answered Prapto. He started his cigarette first.