What a Beautiful Divorce
47. Three Vegetables Coming

That morning, as he and his wife were sitting in Vimala's garden, Mr. Oscar's cell phone rang.

"Hello, Mr. Gumiro. Healthy, Sir. Mr Gumiro is healthy?" ask Mr. Oscar.

"Healthy, Mr. Oscar. I got a call from a friend of mine who works at the import office. He told us that our order has come, Mr. Oscar. Now my employee is on his way to pick him up. Later in the afternoon it is likely that Timo has arrived in Kejora village carrying the seeds of the three Japanese vegetables."

"Okay, Mr. Gumiro. Thank ye. I'll tell Nak Nimo and Nak Prapto" said Mr. Oscar.

***

"Boss!" call Nimo to Prapto who is watching their plants.

Prapto. "Yes, Nimo?" tanyakanya.

"Sir Oscar sent me a short message. He said Timo will come to bring the seeds of the three vegetables ordered by Mr. Gumiro. Then we're both asked to deliver it later to every citizen's house."

"What time, Nimo?"

"About twelve o'clock, Boss," replied Nimo.

"Okay. It's late in the afternoon so we're fishing in the river, Nimo?"

"So, Boss. Later after delivering seeds to the homes of residents, I will look for Lapen, Taro, and the Beatles vocalist," said Nimo, laughing.

Prapto laughed too.

***

Timo was just finishing up, when his phone rang. He put down his hairbrush and picked up the phone.

"Yes, Nesia. You just wait at home. Your house from the dealer is far away. I won't stray, anyway, looking for your address" Timo laughed.

Nesia laughed from across the phone. "Okay, Mas" he answered.

After saying goodbye to his father and mother, Nimo went straight to the house of Nesia.

***

“Timo, Sir, Bu.” Timo greets both of Nesia's parents.

"Dew." His fifty-six-year-old father introduced himself after he shook Timo's hand.

"Rika," said Nesia's mother, who was fifty-three years old.

Timo finally arrived at the house of Nesia after he three times asked the address of the house of Nesia to three fathers whom he met on the street.

"Nesia's boyfriend?" ask Miss Rika.

"No, Bus." Nesia answered. "Mas Nimo my acquaintance.”

Mr. Dewo and Ms. Rika nodded.

"Be careful on the road, yeah. How many hours drive to Kejora village, Nak Timo?" ask Mr. Dewo.

"About three hours, sir. By nightfall we will be back in Jakarta" Timo replied. "We're leaving, yes, sir, Mom."

***

On the way to Kejora village in his black sedan car, Timo was asked a lot by Nesia.

"Is there really such a village, Mom? Not even a formal school there?"

"Yes, Nesia. At first, me and my dad were surprised. But that's where my friend Prapto now lives. He even sold his car to add money to buy land."

The nesia whose hair was carried nodded.

Timo turned his head for a moment to pay attention to the hair of the woman beside him. "Since when do you like to nod your hair, Nesia?" tanyakanya.

Nesia smiled. "It's been a long time, Mom. Ever since I was in elementary school. My grandmother taught him. Since then, until now I've always carried my hair. Why, Mas? Looks old-fashioned, huh, my hairstyle?"

Timo laughing. "Oohs. No, Nesia. It looks unique, and also sweet. Your hair is bunned to match your soft face." Timo then turned the steering wheel to cut off a WC suction truck.

Nesia did not answer. He just looked straight ahead with a smile.

***

Since they entered the gate of the village Kejora welcome, Nesia continued to pay attention to the rice fields, gardens, houses, and residents who were on the move, until Timo stopped his car on the road in front of the house Prapto.

After getting out of the car, Timo picked up a large bag containing Japanese vegetable seeds from inside the trunk. He then took Nesia to the garden of Prapto.

Prapto and Nimo stood up when they saw Timo and Nesia coming. Nesia was later introduced by Timo.

Prapto looked at Timo. He smiles. "Your boyfriend you said you'd miss that, Timo?" tanyakanya.

"Yet, Nesia? Then there's a plan" Nimo said, laughing.

"Eh .. No, that's not what it means" said Nesia again.

Prapto, Timo, and Nimo laughed.

"Here you go, Nesia, don't listen to them" said Timo, who opened his big bag. "Please help me separate per the name of this vegetable, Nesia."

Nesia approached Timo and helped him separate three types of Japanese vegetable seeds.

After the separation of the Japanese vegetable seeds name was completed, Prapto and Nimo who had gone to the kitchen, had returned with a cup of tea, three cups of coffee, and two boiled cassava dishes.

"Please eat the dish, Mas Timo, Nesia," Nimo said.

"It's been calculated correctly, right, Timo, the number of seeds?" ask Prapto.

"Already, Prapto. We counted the three together with Dad and Mr. Salidi. There will also be more later, Prapto. Just make you and Nimo."

Suddenly Nesia said, "Mas Timo, give it a try! The cassava stew is delicious."

Timo smiled. "I know, Nesia. I've been to Kejora village a lot. That's the great thing about foods that are processed from natural crops."

Nesia nodded. "Calm down, Mom, I'll take you and Mom to buy some food that's the epitome of the evil company."

Prapto and Nimo laughed.

"October there will be a fishing festival in the river, Timo. You bring Nesia here, I'll introduce her to Pinaka and Arini, Nimo's future wife" Prapto said.

Timo looked at Nimo. "Well, good news apparently, Nimo. When's? Don't forget to invite me."

"After next season's rice harvest, Mas Timo. Sure oes. I'll invite Mas Timo and Mr. Gumiro, and also Nesia."

Timo smiled. He then looked at Prapto. "You can fish in the river, Prapto?" tanyakanya.

"I'll try it later, Timo. It's late afternoon I'm going to go fishing in the river. Nimo said, fishing in the river is much more exciting than in the pond."

"alright. We'll come later. I'll bring fishing rod too."

***

Timo and Nesia came home at two in the afternoon. After finishing coffee and smoking, Prapto called Stepen.

"Hello, Prapto," Stepen said across the phone.

"Hello, Mum. Is there a Lapen at home?"

"She, Prapto. Hold on, I'll call you."

A moment later, Stepen's voice called for his son.

"Hello. Uncle Jomlo. Tumben called me," said Lapen, who soon complained of being pinched by his mother for calling Prapto single.

Prapto laughs. "Me and Uncle Nimo want to take you fishing in the river, Lapen. We want to learn how to fish for you, Taro, and Lennon, too" he said.

"Pass, Uncle," Lapen replied.

"What gas, Lapen? You're playing domino?"

Lapen laughing. He said, "Bag because I, Taro, and Lennon are going fishing in the river too, Uncle. Uncle take it easy, later we will teach how to get a lot of fish. Uncle knows no? There are several new types of fish ... "

Lapen's words stopped. On the other side of the phone, Stepen said, "Let's go, son, you tell Uncle Prapto and Uncle Nimo. Later Uncle Prapto's pulse runs out because he heard your story." Lastri's voice was heard, her mother Lapen laughed at her husband's words.

Stepen brought the phone back to his ear. "If I don't ask for his phone, your pulse will run out, Prapto. My son told me a long story" he laughed.

Prapto laughs. "Okay, Stepen. I'll take Lapen later, yeah. It was a long time ago, yes, my mother. I just understand that my pulsations are a little bit."

"Together, Prapto. Hope you have plenty of fish. Soon Lapen and her two best friends will arrive at your house,” Stepen replied.

Prapto then turned to Nimo after hanging up the phone.

"Your fishing rod has one more, Nimo?"

"There, Boss. But I don't have a pulley joran, boss. My father and I fished fish using a fishing rod made of wood" replied Nimo.

"I asked, yes."

"Berez, Boss. I have a lot of joran, really at home. There is also a joran that was made by my late grandfather. By the way, I have an idea, Boss," Nimo said.

Prapto turned his head after lighting his cigarette. "What idea, Nimo?" tanyakanya.