What a Beautiful Divorce

10. Silvi's meeting with CEO Cuek

Prapto just finished. The chicken made Prapto wake up early. He then stepped into the kitchen of his board house and cooked water to make coffee.

Prapto lit his cigarette. He smiled at the birds chirping in the morning air that was clean and fresh from pollution. The sound of bicycle bells is heard entering the fence of the Prapto house. The sound of the bell was then accompanied by Nimo with his greeting, "Morning, Boss! Relax early in the morning coffee and cigarettes on the terrace."

"I thought you were still sleeping, Nimo. Make coffee in the kitchen! I wanted to make you, but I was afraid the coffee would go cold until you came."

"Berez, Boss."

They also talked on the Prapo terrace, which had four rattan chairs around a round table.

"Mang Kari last night called me, Nimo. Mang Kari said, My parents were angry with him for hiding my new phone number."

Nimo scrunched his forehead. "Then, were Mang Kari and Bi Asih fired, Boss?"

"No. Where would my parents fire them. It's hard to find an honest housekeeper like them, Nimo" Prapto replied.

"Keep, what did Mang Kari say? Are the boss' parents going to search all the way to Kejora village to force the Boss home and reconcile with that feminist named Silvi?"

Prapto. "There's no point in them looking for me now, Nimo, because I'm officially a citizen of the village of Kejora. I won't be referring to Silvi either."

Nimo is back. "Then, Boss?"

It was Prapto's turn who was twitching his forehead now. "Then what else, Nimo? That's all right."

"I thought there was some other news, boss. I think, if later we are rich in farming and raising this, we should hire Mang Kari and Bi Asih here."

"I also thought so, Nimo. Let's hope our new profession is good."

Nimo saw the clock on his phone. "It's six o'clock, boss. Come on, let's get started!

They also spent coffee and lit another cigarette, then stepped into the warehouse to put on shoes and take gardening needs. "You know the order, don't you, boss? Open the cattle house and feed them first, then go to the empty land to plant," Nimo laughed.

"Of course."

Prapto and Nimo opened cattle houses and fed them. Then they fenced off plots of land to be planted with crops favored by livestock, so that the crops would not be eaten by their livestock.

All the land to be planted is not divided first, because from what was taught by Mr. Dwipangga, natural agriculture is different from organic farming even though both ways of farming do not use chemicals.

Organic farming uses a system of cultivating the soil, although not until plowed. Organic agriculture also still uses artificial compost as fertilizer. Organic farming also kills pests with poisons formulated using organic ingredients.

While natural agriculture does not consider pests as enemies and does not use artificial compost. Natural farming is planting, then letting nature process that crop.

In essence, natural agriculture exemplifies forests. Forests are not given artificial compost and pests in the forest are not poisoned.

Prapto and Nimo fully agree with the idea of natural agriculture. They also do not want to eat or earn money to kill innocent creatures unless they are slaughtered for consumption.

***

There had been a brief and dense encounter between three old men named Subarja, Rohan, Roni, and a twenty-nine-year-old man whose facial features were expressionless.

They met to discuss the matchmaking between Silvi, the son of Pak Subarja, with a handsome man whose face did not have that expression, who was the son of Mr. Roni.

So this opportunity, namely the divorce of Silvi, was not wasted by the man. In that meeting they arranged a match.

***

"He's a CEO" Rini said. His eyes sparkled with a glimpse of cunning, "later you persuade the CEO of Cuek to build a business in the village where he lived Prapto, so that the village was displaced and Prapto more miserable!

"Then Prapto must regret divorcing you, because if you are not divorced, of course he will not fall poor until he has to live in a board house and must be displaced as well. He will beg you later."

"Don't forget, Girl! We are independent feminists and will not submit to our husbands. The CEO will surely bend his knees to your love and submit to all your requests. 'And in the novels we read, the CEO is cute but bucolic and submissive, even though it initially seems cute and assertive," continued Rini, the true feminist.

Silvi started to smile, the first smile after continuing to cry for three days. He finally decided to accept the arranged marriage planned by his parents. 'CEO Cuek must be handsome and agree with my feminist understanding, ' Silvi said in her heart.

***

"Tumben out of the room?" asked Ms. Salini to her daughter who had been locked up for three days.

Ms. Salini was waiting for her husband to go to their son's arranged marriage plan.

"Silvi wants to come with Mama and Papa to see the CEO of Cuek."

Ms. Salini's face suddenly shone. He immediately cheered, "Pa! Pa! Come here, Pa!"

Mr. Subarja who just finished combing the hair immediately threw his comb carelessly. Mr. Subarja did the act of throwing the comb not because he was afraid that his wife was screaming because of a fall or see a cockroach, but because Mr. Subarja did not want to get his slap from his wife.

Ms. Salini is one of the many feminist women living in the country. If her husband was a little late when he called, Ms. Salini would silence her husband for three more hours.

Three hours it will be hell for Mr. Subarja who since the beginning of marriage has been indecisive as a husband, so until now his wife does not respect Mr. Subarja at all.

Mr. Subarja also unceasingly gave flowers and gifts to his wife. All that he did so that the wife continued to be sweet to him and not silence him.

That is why Ms. Salini managed to occupy the top list of the order of feminist women in Endonesa, because she had succeeded in making her husband afraid and submissive perfectly.

"What's up, Ma?" asked Mr. Subarja who was surprised to see Silvi had gone out of the room.

Ms. Salini smiled. "Here, Pa, our beautiful daughter is coming. He finally agreed to be betrothed to the Cuek CEO."

Mr. Subarja stroked his daughter's head. "That's Papa's new son."

The car carrying Silvi and her parents drove under the beautiful red tinge of dusk. It is beautiful, and will always remain beautiful.

Although repeated continuously in the songs and verses of today by a group of people who call themselves the lovers of coffee and twilight, which makes the 45 style poets so think twice to include the word 'dusk' in their verse, the tinge of twilight is still beautiful.

They also arrived at a luxury restaurant that would not be able to be visited by Prapto who now only lives in a board house. Silvi's heart thumped at the thought of seeing her future husband. He has seen it in photos, but photos today are often different from the original, right?

Mr. Subarja, Mr. Salini, and Silvi arrive at a table where a couple and their son have been sitting waiting. Both of their parents shook hands and sat down, only their children were still standing while staring at each other with their hearts pounding.

"Tristan," said the handsome man who was shaking hands with Silvi.

"Silvy."