What a Beautiful Divorce
77. Hearted

Prapto scrunched his face. "Last test how does that mean, Mr Purnomo?"

Mr. Purnomo lit his cigarette and then put on a serious face. "You ‘kan will marry Pinaka next month, Prapto. Invite him to tell a story and then slip a story about you being short of money to finish building a house. If Pinaka offers help without you asking, then he passes the final exam.

That is, even if your economy falls like the economy Oscar used to be, Pinaka will not leave you and his love for you will not diminish in the least. My late wife was also a city person, Prapto, and I tested her that way.”

Prapto thought for a moment. Meanwhile, Nimo looked at his uncle with a questioning look.

“You don't need to test Arini, Nimo,” said Mr. Purnomo, laughing. “Women in the village of Kejora are undoubtedly his loyalties in any economic state. Oh yeah, when did you get married? Similar to Prapto?”

“I don't doubt Arini, Uncle. The construction of my house has been helped by him and his parents,” replied Nimo. “That's what I still think, Uncle. Should we get married simultaneously? But ‘cut home Bos Prapto's distance with my house quite far.”

Mr. Purnomo laughed. “Easy way, Nimo. You guys are ‘kan farmers, so it would be more suitable if your wedding is held in this garden only, later you and your wife wear straw hats. After all, the wedding ceremony in Kejora village ‘kan is simple, just eating after the residents give wedding gifts.”

“True too, yes, Uncle,” says Nimo. “I agree, just like that. What about you, Boss?” No answer heard. Mr. Purnomo and Nimo smiled at Prapto who still seemed to think while looking down.

Shortly thereafter, Prapto raised his head. “I agree, Sir. I'll give Pinaka the last test.”

Mr. Purnomo and Nimo laughed. Nimo repeated Mr. Purnomo's explanation. “Bos agree?” tanyakanya.

Prapto laughed while scratching his head. “I agree, Nimo. So it will be simpler, more festive, and more gardening.” Then he stood up. “I'm saying goodbye, Mr. Purnomo, Nimo. “I'll give you the last test on Pinaka.”

Mr. Purnomo and Nimo smiled as they looked at Prapto's back. He kept walking towards his bike, grabbed his handlebars, then pedaled without looking back. All that was on Prapto's mind now was Pinaka's long hair and the girl's sweet smile.

****

The wind was blowing even harder. Leaves, tree branches, and flowers rustle. The wind cooled Prapto's stubborn heart as it was about to test Pinaka.

“How, yes how to say it? If I ask for help directly, it's not a test anymore. Want to go back to the garden to ask for advice Mr. Purnomo is already half way anyway.” Prapto muttered to himself.

If it is about business ideas, Prapto will not be so difficult to find it because he is smart. Business ideas are easily acquired by Prapto by turning the brain. But it's about love, the idea of love, and the matter of love not only using the brain, but also having to use the heart.

"Yes, wear liver,” Prapto murmured. He then closed his eyes ..........

“Prapto!!”

The sound of screaming just now made Prapto open his eyes. Then without a second thought and with a panicked face he braked his bike strongly while lowering his left leg to help stop the bike.

The Prapto bike stopped in a transverse state, only two feet away from the matic motor in front of it.

“Ma.. sorry Mas Stepen,” said Prapto.

Stepen invites Prapto to pull over to the edge of the trench that limits the rice fields with village roads. “You overslept, Prapto?” tanyakanya.

But Stepen seems to understand. He smiled and said, “Then what are you thinking? Come story!” He lowered the standard of his motorbike and invited Prapto to sit on the edge of the trench. Prapto sat next to Stepen. In front of them stretches a yellow expanse of rice that when viewed from its color the longest next month will be harvested.

After staring at the paddy field for a while, Stepen gestured asking for a cigarette with his hand. Prapto grabbed his shirt bag, then he said, “My cigarette missed in the garden, Mas.”

Stepen laughing. He then grabbed a shirt bag and held out a cigarette pack to Prapto who was now looking at him in wonder. “I thought I forgot to bring a cigarette, Prapto. Apparently there's. Don't get me wrong, I'm not stingy, kok.” Stepen laughed again.

Prapto nodded after Stepen lit his cigarette. “Thank you, Mas,” said. He then tells about his plan to give Pinaka the final test. “So I closed my eyes to find ideas by heart, Mas,” Prapto closed.

Stepen laughed again. He patted Prpato's shoulder. “I also often close my eyes because I miss Lastri, Prapto. I have an idea for you,” said Stepen.

The face of Prapto. He listened to Stepen's words excitedly. After Stepen finished retaliating, they boarded their respective vehicles.

“Thank you, Mas Stepen. Thank you also for the cigarettes,” said Prapto.

“Same-sama, Prapto.” After throwing a smile, Stepen passed.

Prapto stared at the clear afternoon sky. He smiled for a while and paddled his bike. All that was in his mind was Pinaka, none other than Pinaka, until the greeting of Lapen who passed by him was not ignored by Prapto.

Lapen stopped the bike. "Would we follow Uncle Prapto?" ask Taro and Lennon.

Lennon. "This time is not necessary, Lapen. It seems that Uncle Prapto and Pinaka are going to talk about something serious, they are going to be annoyed by our presence."

"The longer you are the more like the grandparents in our village" Taro said. Then without saying anything else he pedaled his bike.

***

As usual, Kejora village library is always crowded with visitors. Besides because Kejora villagers at all ages do like to read, also because the books in the Kejora village library are always new. Mr. Rodi and Mr. Nirwana are always updating it. At any given time, both parents will order a new book.

Prapto parked his bike under a large tree near the fence and approached Mr. Rodi and Mr. Nirwana. "Good afternoon, sir. There's a new book, huh, sir?" ask Prapto after starting his cigarette.

Mr. Nirwana nodded. "Yes, Nak Prapto. There are additional silat stories, cookbook recipes, and books about raising. Where's Prapto from?"

"From the garden, sir," answered Prapto with a timid face.

Mr. Rodi smiled at Mr. Dwipangga and then threw his unfinished smile at Prapto. "Yes, please go inside. You want to talk to Pinaka, right?"

Prapto laughs. "Yes, Sir. I go in first, yes, Mr. Nirwana, Mr. Rodi."

At his desk, Pinaka seemed to be explaining the contents of the book to a girl. He did not hear the sudden arrival of Prapto standing before him. "Eh, when is Mas Prapto coming?" asked Pinaka smiling. "In a moment, yes, I explained a little more to Kinan I just made you a drink."

Prapto smiled, nodded. He rubbed Kinan's hair and went to look at the new book.