What a Beautiful Divorce
56. Saucepter

I'm sorry, Mom, for my attitude at the library this afternoon. I'm confused, Mas. I called Silvi and Rini yesterday. They say that the reason Mas Prapto and Silvi divorced was because Mas Prapto was unfaithful. Silvi went to the psychologist often. They told me not to get close to Mas Prapto if I didn't want to go to a psychologist like Silvi.

Prapto hung up his phone and went back to pick up the book. He knew, even Pinaka would not be so easy to believe. He needs to find a way.

***

This morning Pinaka again sent a message, which Prapto read while scratching his head.

I'm going home this weekend, Mom. And maybe I won't go back to the Village Kejora. If Mas wants to report me to the police station, report it. I don't care if I'm in jail or not. It was great to know Mas Prapto.

Prapto took a deep breath. He then recounts the contents of Pinaka's message last night and the one that had just been to Nimo.

Nimo who was feeding the chickens turned to Prapto. "Damn it! Still Silvi's looking for a way to destroy you, boss. Just make me emotional this early." Nimo then turned to look at their rooster who was making a sound. "You're also emotional, huh?"

Nimo then turned around. “It looks like Pinaka came home because he was very disappointed in you, Boss. He's in love with you. What else makes Pinaka willing to go to prison if not disappointed because of love? You can't let him go home, boss. You have to find a way. From there we can already judge that Pinaka loves you.”

"The weekend is just two days away, Nimo. If I don't find a way to make Pinaka trust me before two days, I'll lose her forever. Fucking silvi. Si Rini is also fucking.”

Prapto then stepped into the fish pond they had just finished yesterday at the back of the garden, to the left of the kitchen building.

"Pinaka so consumed their speech must be because the hardline feminist Rini is good at acting. I hate him so much, boss. What, yes, said her husband had a wife like that?”

"Oh yes, her husband!” prapto. “I got an idea, Nimo.”

"uh? I didn't say any ideas, Boss."

"Come over! I'll explain" said Prapto. He walked to the table in front of the kitchen and sat down.

"Attep, Boss. I made coffee first."

Prapto ignites cigarettes. Shortly thereafter, Nimo came carrying two hot cups of coffee.

"Well, what did the boss mean?" ask Nimo. He also smokes cigarettes.

"Pinaka ate their words, right, because of Rini's hardline feminist drama. It means Pinaka will believe me that Rini confessed her lie" Prapto said.

Nimo nodded. "But how, boss? Where does Rini want to be honest with Pinaka. He was on Silvi's side and it seems like he hated you a lot long time ago."

“I found a way, Nimo, although not necessarily successful. I definitely don't want to lose Pinaka. Wait a minute, I'll call Timo first.”

After saying so, Prapto picked up his phone.

***

“Sialang. There was-there was this Prapto request,” said Timo, shaking his head. He closed the laptop and walked out of his office.

“Where are you going, son Timo? You look rushed.” Mr. Salidi stopped his steps. He looked at Timo with a serious face.

Timo sengenyun “Newly I want to go to the Father's room. I'd like to ask for the phone number of the man who used to work for our company, sir. Maybe Mr. Salidi still keeps his number, because the boss he used to be Mr. Salidi.”

Timo could have asked Mr. Salidi's number through a short message, but he did not want to impress less respect. After all, Mr. Salidi already has a grandson.

“What's the name, Son Timo?” ask Mr. Salidi.

“Subakti, Sir.”

“Subakti who likes to eat fried food using soy sauce?”

“Well, right, Mr. Salidi,” replied Timo.

After a while, Mr. Salidi raised his head. “Finally Meet, Son Timo. These. Her name is on my phone Subakti Kecap Asin.”

“Although always with a serious face, Mr. Salidi turned out to have good humor,” said Timo, laughing.

Mr. Salidi smiled. Timo immediately recorded Subakti's number. He thanked Mr. Salidi and rushed to the parking lot.

***

“What's up, Sir?” bu Veni asked her husband, who had just hung up the phone from Prapto.

“Prapto asks for Rini's friend Silvi's number, Mom. Mother has?”

Bu Veni frowned. “It looks like there is, Sir. I deleted Silvi's number but forgot to delete Rini's number. Prapto didn't say why he asked for Rini's number?”

Mr. Rohan shook his head. “No, Mom. He just said it was important. Mother only sent to Prapto, yes.”

“Iya, Sir. I don't like to see that Rini, sir. Don't-don't he and Silvi tease Prapto.”

Mr. Rohan looked at his wife. He himself thinks so. “We pray for Prapto, Mom. If he needs help, he'll definitely let us know.”

Bu Veni smiled at her husband and nodded.

***

Timo drives to the office area where Silvi and Rini work. He wore a black long coat and a black fedora hat. The sedan car driven by Timo was black. And along the way, Timo passed by vehicles that were mostly black.

Timo then parked the car on the side of the road not far from Silvi's office building. He opened the car glass and lit a cigarette.

“How unfortunately I was with my best friend. For Prapto's sake, I disguised myself as a silly detective. But this time my disguise will not be as careless as it was in the supermarket at that time,”, Nimo told himself. He then laughed imagining himself when it ran away from Mr. Sukardi mall supervisor.

Timo waited long enough to see two women walking in the parking lot. “Well, those two magic grannies have already appeared. Mampus you guys, Goddamn it!”

Timo started the engine of his car.

***

“Halo, Prapto,” greet Timo. He just stopped the car not far from a cafe.

“How?” ask Prapto from across the phone.

“I managed to follow them. But they're still both. After all, ‘kan is not sure they will meet the man, Prapto. The mission you gave me is a little unclear actually.”

Prapto laughs. “Until now, this is the only plan I have thought of, Timo. They are feminist women, and feminist women usually like to eat or walk with men who are not their husbands.”

Timo narrowed his eyes looking into the cafe.

“Timo, did you fall asleep?”

“No. There were two men who had just come and sat down with the two magic grandmothers, Prapto. I turn it off first, yes.”

“Okay. Good luck. And it should work,” Prapto said.

“Iya, yes. Don't doubt the greatness of detective Timo.”

Timo started the car engine and moved the car to a place he thought was more fitting.