What a Beautiful Divorce
96. Blissfulness

"Why, Lennon?" said Stepen. He looked at Lennon in wonder. The boy's face was like he was thinking hard about something.

"I'm not sure you're thinking of an idea, Lennon," Taro said. "Most also think about what day Grandpa Kuncoro comes again."

Lapen laughing. "Already, Lennon, you're not fit to put on such a serious face."

Lennon raised his right hand, pointing to the sky. "You underestimate me, Lapen, Taro. Right, I was thinking of an idea, and now I got it."

Stepen scrunched his face, hesitating to see Lennon. "What was your idea, Lennon?" tanyakanya.

"Book, Uncle. I once read a book about growing natural wheat with Uncle Nimo. The author's name is in Japanese. Masabu if it's not wrong," replied Lennon.

"Oh yes!" Stepen called out and got up. "You guys wait here, I'll borrow the book to Nimo." He looked at Lennon. "Not Masabu, Lennon, but Masanobu. Masanobu Fukuoka." Stepen stepped onto his bike.

"Tumben you're great" Taro and Lapen told Lennon.

Lennon stroked his hair and said, "I've been deliberately hiding my greatness from you guys."

Lapen and Taro laughed. "Take care of you, Lennon," said Lapen. He and Taro then stood up, but Lennon had run away. The three of them were chasing in the garden.

***

Stepen arrives at Prapto's house. He parked his motorbike in the yard and stepped into the garden. On the small bridge that connects the fence area and the courtyard of the Prapto house, Stepen stopped, looking at the clear trench that looked ornamental fish in it. "House design is very beautiful," he murmured.

"Mas Stepen!"

Stepen looked towards the terrace. "Prapto. You didn't garden?" He continued to step onto the terrace and sat down after being welcomed by Prapto.

Prapto. "Garden, Mas. I went to the house to get a cake. Please eat, Mas, the cake. Wait a minute, yeah, I made coffee first, my wife is going to Miss Intan's house with Arini."

"No need, Prapto. I'm just gonna borrow the book The Straw Revolution." He then told about Lapen, Taro, and Lennon who wanted to learn how to grow wheat.

"Good, Mas" said Prapto. "They're cool, still eight years to pursue the profession. Nimo in the garden, Mas. Come on, let's go to the garden" he asked.

At the end of the garden, Nimo seemed to be chatting with cows. Stepen and Prapto laughed. "Oi, Nimo, what are you guys talking about?" cheers Stepen, laugh.

Nimo looked over and smiled. He patted the cow and approached Stepen and Prapto. "Chatting about the beauty of nature, Mas. The cow was sad, because now too many humans are destroying nature.

"The wrong mindset, the wrong perspective, and the ravaged nature will cause Mother Earth to be angry and those guilty will be punished, the cow said."

Stepen laughing. "You understand animal language, Nimo?" tanyakanya.

Nimo laughed back. "No, Mas, those are the words of Mas Stepen's in-laws." Then he sat down. "What's wrong, Mom?"

After telling Prapto what he had told him earlier, Stepen said, "I want to borrow your book, Nimo, the Straw Revolution by Masanobu Fukuoka."

"I brought it, Mas. Wait, it's in the barn building." Nimo went to the barn building and soon he returned with a book. "Lapen's choice and his two best friends are good, Mas. We also have a plan to grow wheat, later we learn to Mas, then sold by Lapen.

"It is not difficult to find a market for bread now, just distinguish it later from bread which is mostly so that there is a characteristic. Must be learning about Mr. Krik later, huh, Mas? My father once said that Mr. Krik was good at baking bread.."

"Yes, Nimo. But by studying with Mr. Krik, it means that Lapen bread and his two friends will immediately have a characteristic," said Stepen while taking a book that was extended by Nimo. "Do you know if the method of baking bread Pak Krik is different from the method of making bread today?"

Stepen smiles. "No, Nimo. Mr. Krik baked bread in the ground."

Prapto and Nimo muttered with shocked faces. "On the ground, Mas?" ask Nimo.

"true."

"How is it, Mas?" Prapto asked.

Stepen grinned, he lit a cigarette as if it would explain to the answer of Prapto's question. But after he exhaled smoke, Stepen stood up and laughed. "You guys look at it later. Now I go home first. Thanks for the book and cake."

Prapto and Nimo shook their heads.

"Please let us know later that Lapen and his two friends went to Mr. Krik's house, Mas Stepen," Prapto cheered. Stepen who had arrived at the small bridge raised his right hand hinting 'okay' without turning his head.

"Come, Nimo, let's continue gardening" Prapto said.

Nimo laughed instead. "Bos forgot again, we're done taking care of the cattle. All crops have been harvested."

"Oh yes." Prapto also laughed. Then he said, "Come on, Nimo, play monopoly while learning to invest in property!"

"What's the penalty, boss?"

"Washing the bike" answered Prapto with a tone and gaze that was sure that he would win.

"Don't expect the Boss to win again. Come on!"

***

"What are you thinking, sir? Thinking poetry?" asked Bu Rine to her husband who was standing in front of the pond in their garden.

Mr. Rodi smiled, smoked a cigarette, then exhaled his smoke. "No, Ma. I'm thinking about our village."

Miss Rine scrunched her face. "Our village has a problem, sir?"

"No, ma'am," replied Mr. Rodi, smiling. "I just feel very confident, no matter how advanced the economy of our village will be, Kejora village will still be Kejora village, not Kejora city. And he'll feel how beautiful this village is."

Bu Rine's face turned shocked as well as delighted. "Who is he, sir? What do you mean by what we talked about a few days ago?"

Mr. Rodi nodded, smiling. "I'm going to Mr. Kades' house soon and report to him, and tomorrow I'm going to ask Nak Prapto and Nimo to accompany me. Nak Prapto said he'd heard from Timo, Mom."

Ms. Rine hugged her husband, her hair rubbed lovingly by Mr. Rodi. "Thank you, sir. Why didn't you say something?"

Mr. Rodi smiled. "Something like that is uncertain, ma'am. I don't want to give empty promises and hopes. Obviously, I always wanted you to be happy, Mom."

In her heart, Miss Rine was very grateful. Peaceful village, life that although not rich but very more than enough; can eat to full and buy necessities from the garden, and the most important for her is her husband. And now, their happiness will be even greater.

"I'm leaving first, yes, Mom."

"Yes, sir, be careful on the road," replied Bu Rine as she wiped away her tears.