What a Beautiful Divorce
88. What's the difference, Boss?

In front of the fence of the Pinaka house, stop a red sedan car. Then a middle-aged couple got off the sedan. They both are of medium stature. The man in a gray suit, short-haired, and wearing glasses. The lady had full hair, wore a green kebaya shirt, and carried a tote bag.

The couple looked around first before turning to the porch of Pinaka. They smiled from far away and walked over to Pinaka and Arini.

Pinaka and Arini looked at each other with questioning faces.

“You know them, Arini?” ask Pinaka.

Arini narrowed her eyes looking at the couple who had arrived at the small bridge, then shook her head. “No, Pinaka.”

“Excuse me. I am Aron, and this is my wife, Irin. We came to this village looking for Bu Rena. Is this Bu Rena's husband's house?” The man named Aron looked at the screen of his phone. “In google map it's headed to this house.”

His wife named Irin connect, “I and my husband are a subscription to buy natural fabrics made by Bu Rena. Because the wedding was held simply without an invitation, so I decided to come after the wedding was over, to give a gift.

“And it seems that google map is confused if it has entered the rural area.”

Pinaka and Arini begin to understand. Ms. Irin and her husband are certainly a pair of entrepreneurs whose companies are engaged in clothing or related to fabrics. If they were just ordinary buyers, there was no way they would come all the way to deliver gifts to Kejora village even though there were no wedding invitations.

Pinaka took his phone. “Please sit down, Mom, Sir. I'll call my husband and ask him to take you and Mom to Bu Rena.”'s house Pinaka stood up and went to the end of the terrace.

While Pinaka calls, Arini bounces into the kitchen to make a drink.

“My husband will be home soon, Mom, Sir,” Pinaka said after sitting back down.

Arini served two glasses of hot tea and invited Ms. Irin and Mr. Aron to drink. Shortly after, two bicycles came out of the gate. Each of these bikes was driven by Prapto and Pak Purnomo. Mr. Purnomo hugged Bu Rena and Prapto hugged Nimo.

Pinaka salutes Prapto and goes to the kitchen to make a drink with Arini, who has also been drinking with Nimo.

“Thank you for coming all the way, Ms. Irin, Mr. Aron,” said Ms. Rena. He sat. “Include, this is my husband, Mas Purnomo.” They shake.

“Sorry, we can not bring Father and Mother to the house, because there is now a clean-up, so I borrowed Prapto's house first,” said Mr. Purnomo, laughing. “Thank you for coming all the way to Kejora village.”

“As Bu Rena's subscription buyer, there is no way we are not present, Mr. Purnomo, at least to deliver a gift,” said Mr. Aron, smiling.

Pinaka and Arini serve extra drinks along with boiled cassava, then return to the house.

Prapto looked at Mr. Aron with a meaningful smile. His intelligence soon caught that the arrival of a husband and wife was not just to deliver gifts, but also bring business interests. Nimo seemed to understand, as she lit a cigarette with a small smile on Prapto.

***

"Come, Boss, hurry!" nimo said, laughing. He continued to run to the terrace of the Prapto house.

"You're running fast once Nimo, slippery ground, falls just to know the taste." Prapto finally reached the terrace and took off his raining coat.

"Let's just say your run loses fast, boss, use all slippery ground reasons" said Nimo. He sat down and started a cigarette.

The morning rain made Prapto and Nimo postpone their gardening activities. They go to the garden just to open the cattle house and feed their cattle.

"Four in the afternoon, boss. I'd like to take a look, too, and drop off Arini. Oh yeah, Boss, Arini and Pinaka said where were they going? I didn't hear it very clearly. They went to Bu Intan's house or to Miss Harni's house?"

“Home Bu Intan, Nimo. Pinaka said, Bu Intan has a new food recipe.” Prapto sipped his coffee. “Before Kejora village will hold summer festival, about what will summer festival be like, Nimo?”

"Summer festivals are usually held in the village hall, Bos, but from year to year the main events are different. I can't guess, Mr. Village Chief will decide later."

Prapto. He lit a cigarette, then said, “On the arrival of Bu Irin and Mr Aron yesterday, you can also read it, yes, that they bring business interests?”

Nimo laughs. “Iya, Boss. That's why I'm coding you. Thank goodness they came to bring business offers to Kejora village, so we no longer need to look for companies that want to buy natural fabrics. But think about two things, boss. The first, Mr. Aron and Ms. Irin was a subscription to buy fabric made by his Aunt Rena.

“During this time, although they routinely bought, but they never bought all the fabric made by Aunty. Why are they buying everything now? And secondly, is Aunt Rena really that sure to sell the first fabric made by Kejora villagers, who are still in the learning stage?”

Prapto scrunched up his face, thinking. “Maybe their company has not been in the business of natural fabrics, Nimo, so they buy fabric made by Bu Rena not much first. After all, buyers, right, need to know first the difference between natural fabrics with fabrics made with a mixture of chemicals, so they do not mind buying natural fabrics that cost more.

“Now that their buyers are getting more and more and their company's revenue is increasing, then they want to plunge fully in this business. On the second, I think your aunt is confident in the skills she has and already has a quick method to teach. I trust him.”

Nimo nodded. “Considerate, Boss. And as for Auntie, I think she does have a special teaching method. After all, the fabrics we saw at Mr. Akum's house had already proven how skilled my aunt was. Choosing the right pattern for the fabric can only be an hour more. If Uncle does not help, maybe until night he still thinks about the pattern of the fabric.” Nimo laughs.

Prapto. “Because that's the natural fabric made by Bu Rena is different in quality from others, Nimo. Bu Rena does it with great diligence and meaning. The pattern of the image, color, and shape of the fabric it makes must be full of meaning. Like the paintings of Pak Purnomo, and like plants and livestock in the village Kejora. We garden with meaning. That's what sets us apart from other farmers.”

Nimo nodded.

“The rain subsides, Nimo, let's go gardening!” bring Prapto. Then he stood up.

“Come, Boss.”

“Oh yes, when do we harvest? Later this month American Truck will come,” Prapto said, smiling.

“Looks like two more weeks, Boss. But let's check later.”

They then walked into the garden happily. The farmer must garden with a happy feeling, so that his happiness can spread to the plants he planted. And happy plants will improve in quality.

***

That afternoon Kejora villagers who want to learn to make natural fabrics have arrived at the big pendopo of Mr. Oscar's house. Soon Ms. Rena and Mr. Purnomo will begin the lesson of making natural fabrics, which today is the material to spin raw materials into yarn.

Nimo and Prapto had just taken their wives and were sitting on the porch of Mr. Oscar's house.

“Bos, I forgot to ask you. Different natural fabrics with fabrics made with a mixture of chemicals, what?” ask Nimo.

“I just know that it makes a difference, Nimo, but I don't know what the difference is,” replied Prapto, laughing.

“The difference between the two is quite large, Nak Nimo, Nak Prapto, so natural fabrics are quite much more expensive.” Mr. Oscar put down the three cups of coffee he brought.