What a Beautiful Divorce
78. Stunned

"Mas! My mother!"

Prapto. Beside him was Pinaka. He smiled and put the book he had just read back on the shelf. "You've been standing there a long time?" ask Prapto.

Pinaka smiled. "Not yet, Mas, but I've called twice, Mas is very fun to read," replied Pinaka. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"There's something I want to tell you, Pinaka," said Prapto. He then stepped towards the library table followed by Pinaka. At the table is already available coffee and boiled cassava. Prapto. He looked around first to make sure there were no children nearby, and then he lit a cigarette.

Pinaka stood up again. "In a moment, Mas, I forgot to open the big window so that Mas's cigarette smoke doesn't gather in the library" he said, laughing.

After Pinaka sat back down, Prapto told about the lack of renovation costs of his house. "There was a sense of reluctance to ask my parents for help, Pinaka, because I already had my own income. But after I thought about it, I finally decided to call them later tonight, too" Prapto concluded. He took boiled cassava.

Prapto sipped his coffee. He watched Pinaka's face to read the signs of his facial features when responding to his story just now, according to Stepen's advice.

"Just use my money, Mas. I have more than enough savings, from working in the library and from selling processed foods with Arini" Pinaka said.

Prapto was stunned for a while. He did not see the slightest doubt or look of objection on Pinaka's face when his future wife offered him the money. Pinaka said it with a radiant face, with a light and loving voice. But Prapto still wants to be sure. He smiles.

"I can only change your money later after selling the crops, Pinaka, it's okay, right?" ask Prapto.

Pinaka's face suddenly frowned, making Prapto frown. Pinaka said, "I'm sorry, Mas if I look upset."

"Why are you upset?"

"Mas's question was just impressed like I'm not Mas's wife-to-be alone" Pinaka replied. "I'm your lover, Mas, and that means no borrowing between us. Your home will also be my home. My money can't be replaced." Pinaka shifted the direction of his seat to almost turn his back on Prapto.

Prapto grinning. He stood up, approached Pinaka, then pinched his cheeks and pulled him until Pinaka's face seemed to smile widely. "Thank you, sweet Pinaka. I'll pick up the money later or tomorrow. I go home first, yeah. I'm gonna help Mr. Ino get our house done quickly." Prapto gulped down his coffee.

"Wait a minute, Mas" said Pinaka. He then stood up and went to his room which doubles as a house. Soon Pinaka appeared carrying a package containing boiled cassava. "This, for Mas eat while renovating the house," said Pinaka still with a sullen face. He drove Prapto up to the library terrace.

After getting on his bike, Prapto said, "Thank you for the boiled cassava, Pinaka. Don't frown for long, your sweetness will be gone." Prapto paddled his bike while laughing.

Along the way home, Prapto smiled much to himself while singing. On the road leading up to his garden, he stopped the bike after passing by a matic motorbike, because the sound of the biker called his name. He looked back.

"So you did it, yeah, Prapto, because you're as comfortable as a smile without noticing me passing by" asked Stepen, laughing.

Prapto laughs shyly. "Successful, Mas Stepen, your advice was really cool."

"Yes, I'll go ahead, Prapto. Congratulations," said Stepen. He then waved at Prapto.

Mr. Ino who was renovating the roof of the house immediately went down the stairs and approached Prapto. "You okay, Prapto?" asked Mr. Ino with a worried tone.

Prapto stood up and patted his clothes. He smiled at Mr. Ino. "It's okay, sir," he said. Mr. Ino nodded then returned to the roof of the house.

From the direction of the garden, Nimo came laughing. "Surely you swerve in the fence again and fall again, huh, boss? Your heart is happy, presumably" Nimo said.

"Successful, Nimo," answered Prapto, laughing. "Where is Mr Purnomo?"

"Uncle is home, boss. You're all right, aren't you?"

"It's okay, Nimo. Come on, let's help Mr. Ino!" bring Prapto.

They also climbed the stairs to help Mr. Ino and his two employees.

***

That morning at his home pendopo, Mr. Rohan smoked while scrolling through his cell phone carefully. He was looking for a wedding gift in an online shopping app. "Prapto will not like this, surely he said this is tacky," muttered Mr. Rohan after clicking on a gift that was crowded in color and not simple in shape.

Mr. Rohan continues to scroll. "Well, this one Nimo will like. Put it in the basket first."

"What did Prapto say last night, sir? I overslept, " said Bu Veni, laughing, putting two cups of coffee and one jar of biscuits for her and her husband. Ms. Veni then sat down.

Mr. Rohan blew his coffee, sipped it, then said, "Kata Prapto, the tradition of a wedding in the village of Kejora is simple, Mom. Therefore, and since he was a farmer, Prapto would hold his wedding in the garden simultaneously with Nimo."

Bu Veni nodded while chewing on the biscuits. "Although simple, I'm sure the wedding in Kejora village must be festive and unpretentious, sir. I agree that Prapto and Nimo marry him simultaneously.

"Since they were still working at the company, Prapto and Nimo were already familiar. After Prapto divorced and quarreled with us, Nimo did not come along and still routinely called you to ask us about our news. He's a good boy."

Mr. Rohan nodded. "Yes, Mom. No wonder, since Nimo is a citizen of Kejora village. I wonder why there can be a village like the village of Kejora where all its citizens are not worthy of being hated in the least. Like in a fairy tale."

Mr. Rohan exhaled his cigarette smoke. "I'm so grateful, Mom, we've made peace with our only child. Prapto is a strong and great boy."

Miss Veni smiled. "When I heard that Prapto resigned from the company where he worked, sold the car, and bought land in the village of Kejora, I was actually sad, sir. I feel like his life will be hard there and he will be short of money. But there was confidence in my heart and I finally chose to believe in his choice.

"And sure enough, when we visit there we see firsthand the atmosphere of the village and how light and happy our children live there." Bu Veni wiped away her tears. She and her husband then both turned to the fence because they heard a motor coming in.

After the sound of the motor stopped, a man walked towards the pendopo with a girl whose hair was pigtailed.