What a Beautiful Divorce
72. Vineyards

“Dad and Mom when to come?” prapto asked as soon as he saw his parents and Pinaka sitting on the porch.

Mr. Rohan laughed. “Burn. Mr. Oscar gave you the keys to your house because I said I wanted to stay a day in Kejora village. You deserve to be at home here, this village is so cool and peaceful,” he said.

Prapto greeted both of his parents. He saw on the table had been served fried cassava, coffee, and tea.

“Me and Pinaka made it,” said Bu Veni. “Be happy first, Prapto, new join chat.”

Prapto. He came into the house smiling. When did her mother cook? Even he doubted that the cassava his mother cooked would be delicious. But Prapto is happy. Now her mother was far from feminist.

Shortly after Prapto got into the house, Nimo came with his bike. He greeted both of Prapto's parents and sat down.

“Ah, you are Nimo, want to get married do not give news,” said Mr. Rohan. Then he lit a cigarette.

Nimo smiled shyly. “Still in a few months, sir. I've been planning, really, to go home to tell you. Are you and your mom healthy?”

“Health, Nimo. How's your journey going? Succeed?” ask Mr. Rohan.

“Succeeded, Sir. We almost came home with the wind from India,” replied Nimo, laughing. He told me about his travels in the Amazon and India.

Prapto appeared shortly and sat down. He smiled at Pinaka. "Because you're here, I'm just giving her gifts here, yes, all souvenirs for Mom and Dad" he said.

Pinaka nodded. His face was so happy that Prapto had already returned to the village of Kejora. In his heart, Pinaka asserted the words of Bu Intan that Prapto is a man worthy of trust. "Thank you, Mum. I thought Mas Prapto was just bringing the wind like Mas Nimo said." Pinaka laughs.

"There, really. I brought you a piranha, Pinaka," said Prapto.

Pinaka's face turned anxious. "I don't want to, Mom" he replied briefly.

Bu Veni laughed. "He's kidding, Pinaka. If Prapto had brought you piranhas, I would have told him to eat them raw."

Everyone on the terrace laughed. From the gate, Lapen, Taro, and Lennon walked over laughing. They seem to have just finished discussing something. Arriving in front of the Prapto terrace they stopped, then saw Mr. Rohan and Bu Veni with a wondering look.

Bu Veni's face immediately beamed looking at the three boys. “Imut once,” said. He stood up and approached Lapen and his two friends. “What's your name, Nak?”

“We say cute, Lapen,” whispered Lennon.

“Who are these mothers?” tympano Taro.

“Where do I know,” replied Lapen.

Nimo and Prapto laugh. Nimo said, “You guys why are you suddenly so shy?”

“Trust me, Mom, they are not at all cute.” Prapto. “The one in the middle is Lapen, Mom, he's the grandson of the village chief. The one in her unique haircut was Lennon, and the other one was Taro.”

Bu Veni nodded. “Mari, come sit down, Uncle Prapto bring a lot of souvenirs,” invite Bu Veni.”

Lapen and his two friends smiled. He said, “Indeed that's what we're looking for, Grandma. That's the purpose we came here.”

Everyone on the terrace laughed again.

***

Day by day passed. The Kejora village order, which is terra petra land, finally arrived. The terra petra was then lowered in front of the village hall which had been given a temporary roof in anticipation of rain. All the farmers were already waiting with carts to take their respective terra petra lands. And before the farmers came home, they first learned how to make seed ball in Prapto and explained about the benefits of mixing plants.

***

Today Prpato and Nimo do not take care of the garden much because Lapen, Taro, and Lennon come to help. They clilled checking the plants one by one.

“In your opinion, it is better to buy a motorcycle first or renovate the house first, Nimo?” ask Prapto. Then he lit a cigarette.

Nimo turned his head, watching the back of the Prapto board house for a moment. “Two alone, Boss,” Nimo said, laughing.

Prapto laughs. “Not enough money, Nimo. Partly for the wedding later. Money to marry you have you set aside?”

“Already, Boss,” replied Nimo. “I think it's best to renovate the house first, Boss. About the bike later buy it. There's a bike and there's a bike. Want to be replaced to all wall materials, Boss?”

Prapto. “Iya, Nimo. I've been wondering the cost to Mr. Ino. I have also chosen a few models of home. These. Which is good you think?” Prapto gave his phone to Nimo.

Nimo watched as she scrolled Prapto's phone. “This one, Boss.”

“I thought I'd pick that one, Nimo,” said Prapto, smiling.

“Uncle!” Lennom immediately exclaimed as soon as he arrived near Prapto and Nimo. “Chicken Uncle is born.”

Prapto laughs. “Hatch, Lennon,” said.

“Oh yes.” Lennon laughing. “Come, Uncle!” bring him.

They went to the chicken brood. “Hack all, Boss,” says Nimo. They then lowered the hen and her twelve chicks to the ground.

Lapen, Lennon, and Taro watch the twelve chicks follow their mother for food.

“Where are they going, Uncle?” ask Lapen.

Nimo. “Feeding, Lapen. Is there no chicken in your garden?”

“There, Uncle. But Dad just bought it, so no chicks. I wonder why my father did not raise chickens from the first time,” replied Lapen.

“Oh yes, your chicken house did not exist, Lapen, because your father used it for the duck house. Your dad sold all his ducks?”

“Yes, Uncle Nimo. Father said he would buy more ducks, now he wants to learn how to raise chickens first.”

“Come, chat him in front of the kitchen only,” said Prapto, after he closed the door where the chicken incubated.

***

In the Kejora village library, Pinaka was reading a book about planting fruits in the yard of the house. He was very fond of grapes, and after reading the book ten pages, he saw how to grow grapes in the yard of the house. In the next yard it is explained that wine can grow on the fence, as well as in places made with wood that is formed for the place where the vine spreads.

Pinaka then looked at the library fence from the open door. His face crept. “Not suitable if on the fence, this ‘kan library building,” he said to himself.

Pinaka thought again. He imagined what if he made his own vineyard from wood. But soon he shook his head. “Difficult, not to mention the material.”

Old Pinaka thought about the wine while propped up by his chin, then suddenly his face was radiant. He took the key and closed the library. Pinaka pulled his motor gas while smiling sweetly.