What a Beautiful Divorce
81. Mr. Oscar's invitation

Subakti jumps to the front of Prapto. The wary Prapto wanted to dodge, and Nimo and Timo were about to jump to hold Subakti, but they did not do so because Subakti had raised both hands forward, it showed a box and a package that slipped on his finger.

Subakti landed right in front of Prapto and held both his shoulders. Mr. Oscar, Koswara, Timo, and Mr. Purnomo saw them astonished without being able to guess what was going on between Prapto and Subakti.

Subakti stared fixedly at Prapto. “Prapto, I already knew that you were the one who sent me the message about Rini's betrayal. Your words slapped me, made me want to be conscious. I've divorced her, and here's a gift for your wedding and a bag of fried food for us to eat with.”

Subakti then sat down. He opened the frying bag and took out a plastic filled with sauce and soy sauce. “Mari, Sir, Mas!” bring him.

They also returned to chat, this time with Subakti who will get a hint of wisdom from Mr. Oscar about being a man and a real husband.

***

Three days after their wedding, Prapto's parents and Pinaka's parents decided to return to Jakarta. They left this afternoon. Now Pinaka sits on the terrace with Prapto while looking at the peaceful stars and moon above the sky there.

“When do we open the gifts, Mas?” ask Pinaka.

“Now, Pinaka,” replied Prapto.

“Why do we wait three days first, Mas just opened it?”

“I'm ashamed to open it in front of our parents, Pinaka.” Prapto laughs.

Pinaka nodded with a smile. He then entered the house and shortly after that he returned with a cardboard box containing gift boxes. They opened them one by one.

“This is the last, Mas,” Pinaka said. He lifted the contents of the gift in the form of a bed and pillowcase.

Prapto checked the cardboard. After it was confirmed there were no more gifts in it, he stood up and stepped into the house followed by Pinaka. “We will put up a gift painting from Mr. Purnomo here, Pinaka,” said Prapto, pointing to one side of the house.

Pinaka nodded in agreement. He took a bench for the place where Prapto rested.

When Prapto was arranging the painting to fit, his nose smelled something. He looked back. “You ‘cook the cake earlier, Pinaka,” said.

“Oh yes, Mas!” Pinaka stepped quickly into the kitchen.

Prapto laughed and continued to correct the location of the painting.

Pinaka returned from the kitchen with a grim face carrying a sponge cake that looked charred in half. He looked at Prapto, who was now looking back at him.

Prapti turned his head, about to ask why his wife's face was moody, but the rubbed sponge cake had answered everything. He got off the bench and approached Pinaka.

“Nothing,” says Prapto. He invited Pinaka to sit on the sofa. “Lumayan many parts that can still be eaten.”

“Then what's forfeited, Mas?”

“Can for cattle feeding. Come on, we eat.”

“Sorry, yes, Mas.” Pinaka then cut the cake.

***

As usual, Nimo came early in the morning to take care of his garden with Prapto. But the difference is now, if he goes to the garden, Nimo will bring his wife who will later chat or cook with Pinaka.

“Pak Oscar told you, Boss?” Nimo asked and sipped the coffee he had just served.

Prapto. “There, Nimo. But Mr. Kades didn't say what to talk about.”

“My face she also didn't say.” Nimo sighed then turned to his cattle playing in the garden.

“What do you think Mr. Kades invited us to tonight, Nimo?”

Nimo shook. “I don't know, Boss. He could miss us and would just chat as usual.”

“Can be,” says Prapto. “But rarely.” He lit his cigarette.

Pinaka and Arini came to serve rice and side dishes. They ate together in front of the kitchen.

***

“You are raining, Sir,” said Bu Inari who was sitting next to him.

“Looks, Mom. Clothesline already I'm lifting?”

“Already, Sir. About this plan of Mr, according to the Father will Prapto and Nimo agree?” ask Ms. Inari.

Mr. Oscar is blowing smoke. “I'm sure they agree, Mom, the Purnomo too.”

“Iya, Sir. Lapen also likes it seems, when I ask about it.”

“Iya. Lapen would have liked, and also the other village children,” replied Mr. Oscar. He then looked at his wife. “Bu, I harvested cassava. How about tonight the fried cassava menu?”

Bu Inari nodded, smiled, then said, “Cabenya red chili or green chili, sir?”

“So much, Mom, purple chili if you cook it will still be good,” said Mr. Oscar.

Ms. Inari smiled and walked into the house.

***

Nimo's uncle, Mr. Purnomo, was painting in his yard. Mr. Purnomo has been living at his sister's house, Nimo's mother, since his wife died. He stopped the brushstrokes on the canvas when his phone he had placed on the table rang.

“Halo, Oscar.”

“Later tonight you have free time, Purnomo?” ask Mr. Oscar across the phone.

Mr. Purnomo was silent for a while, thinking about his schedule later tonight. Then he said, “Later tonight I'm free, Oscar, there is no schedule to train to paint.”

“I wait, Purnomo.”

“Good, Mr. Kades,” replied Mr. Purnomo. He continued to paint after Mr. Oscar's tone turned off the phone.

What Pak Purnomo painted was a scene in a dense rainforest, complete with small animals and large animals, and also a drizzling rain atmosphere.

“Great you, Purnomo. It's only fitting that you're asked to stay in Paris to teach.”

Mr. Purnomo finished his stroke first, then turned around. “Kakak don't know where?” tanyanya, laugh.

“Mas Dwipangga told me. Here, drink first.” Bu Kinasih put the coffee he brought on the table of equipment. “You already know where to sell paintings in town?”

“Numbered, Brother. I'll ask Prapto. I am going to town soon. Yesterday there was a school in Bandung that called me, offered me a job, but I refused.”

Ms. Kinasih smiled. It's no wonder. “Yes already, I garden first, Purnomo.”

“Thank you, Brother,” said Mr. Purnomo. He started smoking and continued painting.

***

By nightfall, the rain only drizzles. Prapto has been preparing to go to Mr. Oscar's house.

Pinaka takes Prapto to the terrace. He looked at Prapto and laughed. “Mas sure it will be mustachioed now? Reflect look at your mustache, Mas,” he said.

Prapto laughs back. “Say I'm more dashing with a mustache and you're afraid I'm approached by another woman.”

“Apaan, Mas,” says Pinaka. He lowered his head and said softly, “I'm sure Mas will be loyal to me.”

Prapto nodded, rubbed Pinaka's hair, and kissed her forehead. “I'm leaving, yes, Pinaka.”

“Iya, Mas.”

After Prapto and his bike are no longer visible from behind the fence, Pinaka enters the house.