What a Beautiful Divorce
39. Dawns

"After the first sale, it looks like it will be good if we establish business cooperation with several luxury restaurants, Mr. Gumiro. We tell them that we can supply them with natural crops and livestock to make them a great menu" Prapto said.

"Why go to a fancy restaurant, Prapto?" ask Timo. "Why aren't the other restaurants?"

"The price of crops and natural livestock is more expensive, Timo. Of course the price of the food they sell will go up as well. They won't want to, because it could make their subscription go away. While the most luxurious restaurants visitors are rich people who will not be so concerned about the price increase.

"The rich won't bother with rising food prices, as long as the promotion of a fancy restaurant makes sense to them. The key to the promotion is the word 'healthy', then the word ‘elzat’. They will definitely be interested" answered Prapto, who was answered with a nod by Timo.

"Food processing certainly should not use spices made from chemicals, Boss. What fancy restaurant would it be?" This time Nimo asked.

"Fancy restaurant kitchen experts can definitely make their own condiments without chemicals, Nimo. And also, they'll cook if there's an order, so, it won't matter if they don't use preservatives."

Nimo nodded.

"Are they not going to mind banging the steering wheel into a natural restaurant, Nak Prapto?" ask Mr. Gumiro. "Surely they'll have a lot of consideration."

Prapto. "Yes, Mr. Gumiro. For that I have prepared a plan. We will advise them to take a little first for promotion. From there later they can see many or not visitors who want to buy natural food.

"They're businessmen. They should not be afraid of the risk of losing a little for the sake of taking chances. But if they still don't want to, I think we should set up our own natural restaurant. If our restaurant is selling out, of course they will come along. Did Mr Gumiro, Mr Oscar, Timo, and Nimo agree?"

Mr. Oscar, Mr. Gumiro, Nimo, and Timo both nodded in agreement.

Mr. Gumiro said, "Good idea, Nak Prapto. It will be recorded by Timo and will be set aside by his budget later. When can we start offering it to fancy restaurants?"

"Tomorrow me and Nimo can, Mr. Gumiro," answered Prapto. "We only need to offer one fancy restaurant first. If natural food in one luxury restaurant is already in demand, other luxury restaurants will definitely follow."

Nimo turned to Oscar. "Sir Village Chief, it's okay 'we're truant gotong royong tomorrow?" tanyanya, smile.

***

Early in the morning, after he finished feeding the cattle, Prapto improved. While waiting for Nimo to help his parents, Prapto took a walk to the library to chat with Pinaka. They sit on the library terrace.

"Not raining last night, Mas? I fell asleep so fast" asked Pinaka.

Prapto. "Rain, Pinaka, heavy rain." Prapto then lifted the plastic bag he was carrying. "This, for you."

"What is this, Mom?" Pinaka took the plastic bag that was stretched out by Prapto and opened it.

"Cow milk. Let you be healthy and get rich quick" Prapto replied, laughing.

Pinaka laughs. He then took two glasses and copied them. "If this cow's milk can make me rich, then I'll ask to buy a dairy cow to my parents, Mas," he said.

"That can make rich is only my cow's milk, Pinaka, and I won't sell it."

Prapto thought for a moment. He then saw three children taking a morning walk on the village road in front of the library. Prapto pointed at the three boys. "Because of them" he said.

Pinaka scrunched his forehead. "Huh? What's the connection, Mas?"

Prapto just laughed. The three boys stopped and looked towards Prapto and Pinaka.

"Morning has been going out, Uncle," said one of the three boys.

"Who's dating, Lapen?" sahut Prapto, laugh. "That's your friend whose hair looks like The Beatkes's sleeping standing up. You must've forced him to get up to accompany you for a morning walk."

Lapen and Taro looked over. They're shocked. To his right, Lennon fell asleep while standing up. Lapen and Taro then pat Lennon on the shoulder simultaneously, making the boy wake up in shock. They continued the morning walk after waving at Prapto and Pinaka who were laughing.

***

Jakarta is still as usual; it is jammed, full of vehicle fumes, full of honks and engine noises, as well as factory smoke. On the sidewalks of the streets, in the city buses, in private vehicles, most people appear to put on a hurried look.

In big cities, things that should not make people rush, instead become things that must be done very quickly for most people.

Most people are afraid, if they do not speed up, they are afraid of losing the opportunity to get a bonus, the opportunity to get the attention of the boss to be raised salary, as well as the opportunity to rise in office.

This is how most people are in big cities. They fill their lives with a race. Their minds are preoccupied with the race. Then comes saturation, and of course, the result of the race that saturates it is the further away of happiness.

Since childhood, since entering elementary school, students continue to be taught to race, to speed up. Students who do not want to participate in the race will be labeled as lazy and become a subject of ridicule by other students, even by the teacher. While students who speed up to race will be given praise and awards at the end of the semester.

In fact, one's intelligence cannot be measured by value. A person's intelligence cannot be measured by his educational strata. A person's intelligence can only be measured by how useful the knowledge he has and how noble his mind is.

"Sometimes I'm surprised by most people in the city, boss," Nimo said after drinking her iced tea, as she and Prpato stopped at a stall in Jakarta to rest. "When will they sit quietly to relax? I think even when they're asleep they'll still think about the race."

Prapto laughs. "They've been racing since they entered elementary school, Nimo. Be thankful you're because in the village of Kejora the boys weren't taught to race."

"Now I understand better why the village elder Kejora and the first Kejora village chief did not want to establish a formal school there" replied Nimo. He took his iced tea back.

Prapto saw the clock on his phone. He then invited Nimo to continue driving to a luxury restaurant that they would offer business cooperation.

***

"Dawn is what it means, boss?" nimo asked while looking at the name writing of the luxurious restaurant that was in front of them.

"The reddish light that appeared in the eastern sky before sunrise, Nimo," answered Prapto.

Nimo nodded. "Come, boss, we're going inside!" bring him.