What a Beautiful Divorce
40. Timo Inquiry

After talking to one of the employees, Prapto and Nimo are escorted to the second floor to meet the owner of Dawn, a luxury restaurant they are visiting.

Prapto and Nimo arrived at the doorstep of the room. They then thanked the employees who guided them to the restaurant owner's room.

"Please come in" said a fifty-seven-year-old old man whose hair was combed to the back of all. He was wearing a black suit.

Prapto and Nimo enter. They shake. "Handoko," said restaurant owner Dawn, smiling. "Just call 'Hann', 'N' his two."

"Prapto, Sir. And this is my best friend, Nimo," answered Prapto. "The Father's name is 'N' two?"

Mr. Handoko laughed. "No, Prapto. But if it's called 'Hann', 'N' only two, so it's westernized."

Prapto and Nimo looked at each other. Shortly after, a waiter came to bring two glasses of soursop juice and a serving of fries.

"Please drink and eat" said Mr. Handoko. "So, what is it about Prapto and Nimo visiting this old man?"

"Look, Mr. Hann. We would like to offer business cooperation to Mr. Hann" Prapto replied.

Mr. Handoko nodded. "Please deliver, Prapto. If the offer is good, of course I'll take it. But a minute." Mr. Handoko then took a cigarette from the desk drawer and ignited it. "Well, please."

Prapto and Nimo looked at each other for a moment. Prapto then explained his business cooperation offer. He began by explaining the picture of agriculture and natural farming in the village Kejora. After he finished, he and Nimo immediately lit a cigarette.

Mr. Handoko nodded. "An attractive offer, but it will certainly be risky if later it turns out there are no fans, Prapto."

"What if Mr. Hann buys a little first and then promotes it in your restaurant. You can also give natural food for free later in the form of bonuses for buyers, for promotional purposes. If the fans are many, then we deal with the cooperation" said Prapto.

Prapto then gradually sat him forward to put emphasis on his words. "I assure you, sir, it tastes different, and certainly more delicious. And more importantly ..." Prapto gradually sat him forward a little more.

Mr. Handoko looked curious. He also sat him forward. "What's more important?" tanyakanya.

"Natural foods are healthier and more nutritious. Things that will not make the rich mind to buy it," said Prapto, Again Prapto gradually sat it forward a little more. "And ..."

"And what's more important?" cut Mr. Handoko more curious.

Nimo held back her laughter seeing Mr. Handoko who seemed like she did not want to lose, moving her seat forward.

"Prestigious, Mr. Hann." Prapto continued. "Most rich people buy natural foods after hearing stories from their friends who visit here. Because natural food prices are more expensive, they will feel defeated by their friends if they do not buy.

"Well, from there, from which they originally bought natural food just out of prestige, they would feel how much more delicious and healthy natural food was." Prapto then drank the soursop juice.

Mr. Handoko raised his hand which was holding a cigarette. "Smart! We use their prestige for business gain. Makes sense! I like your idea."

Mr. Handoko and Prapto each returned their seats.

"At least two weeks, Mr. Hann. If the harvest is faster, I'll call you right away" answered Prapto.

"good. I'm waiting to hear from you, Prapto, Nimo. After this I will immediately hold a meeting with the restaurant officials. They'll agree. They will say they agree too if I insist. Because I'm the sole owner of the stock here," said Mr. Handoko, laughing.

Nimo and Prapto looked at each other with a laugh.

***

The atmosphere of gotong royong in Kejora village is as usual, relaxed and cheerful. The construction of the two buildings has been completed about thirty percent. According to the estimates of Mr. Ino, who is now paying attention to both buildings, in four or five more days, the two buildings will be completed.

Both buildings are 4x4 meters tall. The location of the building is somewhat backward, because the front will be used to park a supply truck to Jakarta, in addition to the yard. The building fence will also be made of wood and bamboo, in order to display a natural impression.

While occasionally staring at the cloudy sky, Mr. Oscar continued to cut wood and bamboo that would be used as a fence.

"There are two news that we are waiting for today, Mr. Dwipangga," said Mr. Oscar to Mr. Dwipangga who also cut bamboo and wood sedans.

"One more word on what, Mr Kades? Aside from Prapto and Nimo who are now to Jakarta." Mr. Dwipangga put the wood he just finished cutting to the side. The wood will be brought by other fathers near where Pak Ino built.

"What about the Japanese plant variety, Mr. Diwpangga. His son Pak Gumiro is now also investigating the price, type, and name of Japanese plant varieties in several malls and supermarkets in Jakarta."

Mr. Dwipangga nodded. "In Japan how many seasons are there, Mr Kades?" tanyakanya.

"I don't know, Mr. Dwipangga, but there's a snow season. Hopefully there are varieties of Japanese plants that will be suitable to be planted here."

"I think there is, Mr. Kades," said Mr. Dwipangga. "From what I saw in the article and the yutub, most Japanese, European, and American farmers always plant the type of plant based on the season of their country. The soil structure of Kejora village is good and fertile, because there are no chemicals.

"So, I think, as long as the plant variety is suitable for planting in winter, autumn, summer, and spring, it will be suitable also planted in the village Kejora."

"It could be, Mr. Dwipangga. I hope I can" replied Mr. Oscar, nodding.

***

Timo is on the ground floor of a mall, in a section that sells various household kitchen and fruits. He had visited several malls and supermarkets before and the results obtained by Timo were the same. All the malls and supermarkets he visited sold the same three varieties of Japanese plants.

However, Timo forgot to note the color and shape details of the Japanese plant variety he saw. He just recorded his day. So, when Timo was almost out of the mall door, he turned to go back to the section that sold household kitchen and fruits.

Timo pulled out his phone and pretended to type a message while walking on a row of shelves selling Japanese varieties of plants. A supervisor at the site, who had suspected Timo of stealing information, approached him the second time he saw Timo near a shelf selling a variety of Japanese plants.

The supervisor was a short-haired middle-aged man. He was wearing a different suit than other employees. He is specially tasked with keeping an eye on visitors who may be stealing information. Business competition!

"Corn, Sir. You looking for what? I've seen you here twice" the supervisor asked Nimo.