What a Beautiful Divorce
44. Nimo Quotes

Prapto and Nimo stopped for a while at the stall to eat boiled noodles. After that, they again drove under the cloud towards the village of Kejora.

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The morning was moving slowly. Birds sound slow. The clouds in the sky seem slow. Today is the fourth gotong royong day for Kejora villagers. As usual, early in the morning the villagers of Kejora had gone to their gardens to take care of the livestock and crops. And at nine o'clock, they will go to the village hall to take royong.

In the morning of the slow-moving day, Prapto rode a motorcycle to Jakarta to meet with the leaders of food companies that would offer business cooperation. Arriving in Jakarta, Prapto stopped first at the house of Mr. Gumiro, then went to the company he headed to drive Pak Gumiro's car.

Timo did not participate, as he had to lead a meeting at his father's company. Similarly to Nimo, he takes care of crops and livestock in the garden.

After a few minutes of travel, Prapto and Pak Gumiro arrived at the parking lot of a food company called Indah Hijau. Indah Hijau company seems to be a fairly large company when viewed from its four-story building.

Prapto and Mr. Gumiro frowned, when paying attention to the color of the building in front of them.

"I don't know what the head of this company, Nak Prapto, is thinking" Mr. Gumiro said after he got out of the car. "But why does this four-story building have to be painted entirely green?"

Prapto laughs. While stepping behind Mr. Gumiro he responded, "In addition to selling vegetables that are mostly green, maybe because in the name of this company there is the word 'green', Mr. Gumiro."

"Geez!" exclaim Mr. Gumiro. "Look! The clothes are green too." Mr. Gumiro then pointed to an employee who had just walked out of the company door carrying some files.

The employee continued to step into the parking lot and then climbed into a sedan car that was also green. Mr. Gumiro turned to Prapto who was now walking beside him. They looked at each other and laughed together.

After speaking to a middle-aged man who was also wearing a green uniform, Prapto and Gumiro were then escorted to a room located on the third floor. The employee who drove Mr. Gumiro and Prapto away after he opened the door.

"Please enter!" invite a fifty-five-year-old man, who has just risen from his seat to approach Mr. Gumiro and Prapto.

The man was a large tall body, yet his face looked friendly and smiling. From the clothes worn and from the way the man behaved, it was clear that he was the leader of this Beautiful Green company. And what made Mr. Gumiro and Prapto hold their laughter was, the company leader was wearing a suit that was also green.

Mr. Gumiro and Prapto nodded while smiling back. After sitting on the sofa, they shook hands.

"Reynaldi Hijau" said the company's chairman when he greeted Prapto and Mr. Gumiro.

"Green is your real name or just your cool name, Mr Reynaldi?" tanya Prapto opened the chat.

Mr. Reynaldi Green laughed. "That's my real name, Prapto, surname. My late father's name was Sarbini Hijau, and my grandfather, who was the founder of this company called Kencono Hijau. While Beautiful, is a fragment of my grandmother's name.

Prapto and Gumiro nodded. Understand them now why the name of this company is Beautiful Green.

"Please drink the coffee, Mr. Gumiro, Prapto!" said Mr. Reynaldi, after an office boy finished serving drinks. "So, what will Pak Gumiro and Prapto offer this Indah Hijau company?"

Prapto explains the picture of how natural agriculture in Kejora village. Then he explained that Kejora village will plant Japanese vegetable varieties as imported and supplied by Mr. Reynaldi to malls and to supermarkets. Later, Prpato explained about the business cooperation between Kejora village with the company owned by Pak Gumiro and also with Dawn restaurant.

"So, if Mr. Reynaldi agrees to cooperate business with us, you no longer need to bother importing vegetables from Japan. Mr. Reynaldi could have bought it at a much cheaper price to us" Prapto said.

Mr. Reynaldi looked at Prapto for a moment. "Why did you and Mr. Gumiro offer this offer to Indah Hijau's company, Prapto? If this cooperation is not offered to us, people will prefer to buy Japanese vegetables that you sell, because they are cheaper. Or is there a difference in the quality of the vegetables you're going to sell to those we import?"

It was Reynaldi Green. A man who has been embraced since childhood by his father in business. It's not easy to agree. Reynaldi Green has always tested the mental feasibility of a man who will cooperate with his company.

"On quality, I guarantee the same, sir, because it's both natural. It is even possible that the quality of Japanese vegetables grown in Kejora village will be better, because we do not use chemicals in farming, compost alone is not. Purely natural, just like plants that grow in the wilderness.

"And one more. It would be easier for Kejora company in terms of marketing if we cooperate with Indah Hijau company. Because Indah Hijau company already has a wide market, and become a supplier almost in all supermarkets and malls in big cities," answered Prapto.

Mr. Reynaldi smiled. "What if I don't want to?" tanyakanya.

Prapto smiled back. "It doesn't matter if Mr. Reynaldi doesn't want to. We just have to find our own market and develop it. And of course, we'll compete. But in my opinion, Mr. Reynaldi certainly will not miss this good offer. Because my offer is very potential and will be very profitable."

Mr. Reynaldi smiled nodding. He stood up and extended his hand. "Deal up! When can I start buying supplies at the Kejora company?" tanyakanya.

Prapto and Gumiro smiled. They also stand. "For five days at most the seeds of the three vegetables will arrive from Japan, Mr. Reynaldi Green. We will supply the Seimei cucumbers to the Indah Hijau company in one and a half months" Mr. Gumiro said, shaking Mr. Reynaldi's hand. "For the other two vegetables, a month after that."

"Pas with an estimated depletion of the import supply of Indah Hijau company," replied Mr. Reynaldi.

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Prapto just arrived at the village Kejora in the afternoon, because after returning from the company Indah Hijau, he chatted first with Pak Gumiro and Timo at their home.

Now Prapto and Nimo are sitting relaxing in front of the garden kitchen building drinking coffee, and also looking at their cattle playing and foraging.

"How was gotong royong, Nimo? What percentage of the construction is it?" prapto asked, after he told Nimo about the results of his meeting with Mr. Reynaldi.

"Currently, Boss. It's sixty percent."

Prapto. "I'm sometimes surprised and feel funny, Nimo. If I used to work as a manager at a well-known company in Jakarta, which often does business activities, now what is the name of my position and position that also often offers business cooperation?"

"Find me this is the village manager Kejora, Boss," Nimo replied, laughing.

"I feel that way too, Boss. Although in the company I used to work as a driver and a file introduction, but it feels now much calmer and serene. In fact, maybe our activities in this garden are much more than when we work in the company."

Prapto. "After all the business offers are completed and approved, now we just have to wait for the two container buildings to be completed, Nimo. What will our purpose be?" tanyakanya. Prapto then looked up to see the sky cloudy,

"Of course, life has to have a purpose, huh, boss?" ask Nimo. He smiled and looked at the sky.

Prapto. He saw Nimo's face looked so peaceful. A peace that has never decorated his face. Prapto thought for a moment about the question. He then asked, "Isn't life without purpose boring, Nimo? Don't we have to have a dream to get our lives excited?"

Nimo still looked at the overcast sky. "Who said it, Boss?" the question, makes Prapto more confused.

"My teacher, my lecturer, and the business consultant I went to first, Nimo. Keep motivators motivated about success" answered Prapto.

Nimo laughs. "What do they say, Boss?" ask again.

"We must have goals and dreams so that we are excited to live this life. And we have to pursue that dream as hard as it can be, in order for us to be successful and successful people in life" Prapto replied.

Nimo laughs. "Which name is to be pursued, will certainly run, Boss. Chickens alone if pursued will certainly run, what else dreams. Boss is sure that if the purpose of life has been achieved, Boss will not feel bored? How then? Boss gonna find a new life purpose? Just keep going? In my opinion, such an idea is pseudo, Boss, fake, and saturating."

"Then?" ask Prapto wonder. "You have no purpose in life, Nimo?"

Nimo shook. Then he lit a cigarette. "Since childhood, we Kejora villagers have never been taught to have a purpose in life, Boss. There is only a principle of life. That dream will only add to the anxiety of the heart and mind. We are taught how to be happy in life.

"Without dreams, life feels so much lighter, boss. We only need to live life with noble principles, and never have trouble sleeping because of thinking about dreams that have not been realized. If we want to be good at something, we learn, but we don't expect to be famous and rich. We learn because we love that field.

"Isn't the purpose of the dream just to be recognized by people and to be proud? Then arrogant. God hates arrogant people, boss. And not everyone will admit it is great. Those who do not like football will certainly not consider famous football players to be great" explained Nimo.

Prapto. "Wouldn't life feel saturated without dreams, Nimo?" tanyakanya.

Nimo smiled again, this time her smile was more peaceful. "What do you think, Boss, from what you see, does the life of this Kejora villager seem uninspired? It's precisely who has a dream, like the Boss, who is now even confused after the thing you are aiming for is not it?"

Prapto. Nimo asks, "Boss knows what's funny about business consultants?" tanyakanya.

Prapto.

"I've heard the late Bob Sadino, a businessman from neighboring Indonesia, say something like this: Business consultants are not business people, so what if people want to do business they even ask a business consultant? Isn't that called a question?" Nimo laughs.

Nimo continued, "As well as teachers and lecturers who teach business in lectures. Although they may be doing business on the side, but their main focus is teaching to be paid. They are not pure businessmen. If my son wants to be a businessman, I will send him to Mr. Gumiro's house to learn directly from him.

"It doesn't take four years to get good at business, boss. Maybe six months, or for a year studying with Mr. Gumiro, my son can open and manage his own business."

Prapto now understands. He nodded. "After hearing your explanation, I came to think that the current education system is made in such a way as to make a profit. Benefits for educational institutions and education workers. True also you said, four years to explore a field is very long."

Then they sipped coffee.

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, Prapto visited the library riding a bicycle. He arrives at the library along with Lapen, Taro, and Lennon who want to read books.

Taro and Lennon continued to enter the library, while Lapen Oscario was invited by Prapto to sit first in the long chair on the library terrace.

"What's wrong, Uncle Prapto?" ask Lapen. He then ate the basket he had bought while walking to the library.

"What's your dream, Lapen?"

"Nothing, Uncle," Lapen replied as he chewed the bakwan.

"Why isn't there?"

"Why should I have a dream, Uncle Prapto?" Lapen asked back. "Isn't living life in such a way tedious and exhausting? Many beautiful things will be missed if my life is busy by pursuing dreams.

"That's what Grandpa Oscar and Dad taught me, Uncle. And I agree with them. I just want to live happily, Uncle. That's all."

Prapto. The seven-year-old boy was much happier than himself and most of the people living in the city.

"Yes, thank you for your enlightenment, Lapen Oscario the granddaughter of the village chief. Please call Aunt Pinaka, yes. Tell Uncle Prapto to wait for him on the porch" said Prapto.

Lapen laughing. He then raised his eyebrows. "Saranku, don't date for long, Uncle. Get married soon. I sometimes feel sorry for imagining Uncle Prapto at home cooking and making his own coffee." After saying so, Lapen shook his head with a sad face.

"Do you want me to tickle again, Lapen?"

"Oh, Uncle," Lapen replied. He immediately ran into the library to call Pinaka.