What a Beautiful Divorce

16.Mutual Longing

It had been three months since Prapto left his home and had never seen his mother and father's face again since then. Prapto does not want to go home, nor does he miss. Prapto just does not want to hear the words of his parents who like regret having had an ancient child like him. These words were very heartbreaking for Prapto.

On a Sunday morning, in the back garden of their home that was cared for by Mang Kari, the modern husband and wife were sitting together on a long bench while busy with their respective cellphones.

Mang Kari sometimes felt surprised, what is the purpose of his employer sitting in the park? They were in the garden, they were sitting together, but their minds and hearts were each separated far away carried by the mobile phone scroll everywhere, as if they were not sitting together at all.

"Ran's right ... Do their phones look much more beautiful than the flowers I planted in this garden?" whispered Mang Kari to himself.

Bu Veni's finger stopped scrolling as his phone screen displayed a portrait of a seven-year-old boy pushing a toy car with a carefree face.

Bu Veni raised his face then looked straight ahead. He was not staring at anything, the beautiful flowers in front of him were not absorbed into his sight. Bu Veni just sank into his mind with his eyes kept open.

"For a long time, yes, sir, we didn't see Prapto" Veni said as he looked back at the portrait on his phone screen.

"Since childhood our only child is handsome and intelligent, sir. He's also very funny" Bu Veni said as his finger scroll halted again on a small Prapto portrait. In the portrait, Prapto was doing a crossword puzzle in a children's magazine.

Without feeling it, two tears floated at each corner of Bu Veni's eyes. The tear granules continued to move down into two streams on her cheeks.

Mr. Rohan, who usually always looks at the phone screen, took a deep breath. He did not need to see the portrait of Prapto on his wife's phone, because Mr. Rohan had closed his eyes while imagining a little Prapto who likes to be swung up.

"Are we not this what's wrong, sir?" ask Bu Veni.

Mr. Rohan did not answer immediately. He first took off his glasses. "That's it, Mom. Either we have been too crazy on money so do not know and wonder at our own children."

"But, ma'am, I'm so sad to think of Prapto on the night of his divorce. He stays true to us even though you're bullying him and we're threatening not to think of him as a child again. And more sadly, he got advice to be that respectful towards parents not of us ... "

Mr. Rohan's words stopped because there was a feeling in his heart that made him unable to continue the words.

But Ms. Veni said, "You're right, sir. Prapto learned that attitude not from our advice, but from the advice of Mang Kari and Bi Asih who is not who. I miss Prapto, sir."

Bu Veni's cry sounded disjointed, because she had now buried her face on her husband's shoulder. Mr. Rohan clutched his wife's head while nodding, a sign that he also missed their only child.

***

"You noticed no, what's the name of the corporation on top of the store?" prapto asked with a serious look.

Nimo seemed to think for a moment while propping up his chin with his hands.

"So, you've been selling your father's crops there a lot, but you don't know what the store's name is?" ask Prapto again. He laughed.

"Ah, don't interrupt that, boss! I'm thinking about it."

Prapto laughed again. "Flying Horse Corporation, Nimo," Prapto said without waiting for Nimo to finish thinking.

Nimo raised her hand. "Well, there you go, boss. I almost said Flying Dragon earlier."

"Say you don't know, Nimo ... Nimo. So, here. Horse Fly Corporation is the company where the CEO of Cuek her husband Silvi works. You know that my gut feeling wasn't good when I got Silvi's wedding invitation? I think this is the answer!" prapto.

"So, you mean, boss, our rejected crop was part of Silvi's plan because she hated it, Boss? Then our harvest is said to contain chemical elements so that we can not sell it above market price. Goddamnit! How devious the feminist and her cuckolded husband are," growled Nimo with a grumbling face.

"Yes. I was going to tell Dad, but the Boss first coded me not to say it" Nimo protested.

Prapto. He raised his hand which was holding a cigarette. "Because I have a good plan, Nimo. More painful plan for Silvi and her cold husband."

"What's the plan, boss?" ask Nimo. He is increasingly interested in the intelligence of his boss.

"We go to Mr. Oscar's house after dusk, then tomorrow we take the Westernized parent to the nearest big city to see the selling price of our crops resold by the Flying Horse subsidiary. If the price there is much more expensive than our selling price to them, then we can immediately arrange a counterattack."

"What kind of counterattack, boss?"

"Deploy that, Nimo. Let's make sure the price is."

"Alright, Boss. Besides dashing it turns out you are indeed smart," said Nimo while lifting his thumb, "now do not need to worry about it first, Boss. Let's sing!" take Nimo while picking up the guitar from the table in front of her.

Nimo's guitar begins. Prapto who had wanted to take the harmonica immediately undo his intentions. He knew the song and he didn't want to sing it.

When Prapto turned his head, Nimo's eyes were already closed in guitar passages. He finally decided to sing the song Ozzy Osbourne entitled Mama, I'm Coming Home (Mother, I'm Home).

You made me cry, you told me lies

But, I can't stand to say goodbye

Mama, I'm coming home

I could be right, I could be wrong

It hurts so bad, it's been so long

Mama, I'm coming home

Nimo stops the guitar passage when Prapto's voice is suddenly not heard by him anymore. He opened his eyes. Nimo soon learns that the song has led Prapto to imagine his parents who he has not seen for a long time.

"Sorry, Boss," Nimo said softly.

Prapto. "It's okay, Nimo, I just miss them."

Nimo did not answer. He knew it was not the time to give advice. His father told Nimo that when a friend or family is sad, it does not mean he wants to be counseled. He may just want to be heard and understood without the need for advice.

Sometimes, arrogant nature makes most people want to advise their friends or family who are sad. In fact, often the advice they give is just a mask for their arrogant and showy nature. They are just channeling their arrogance through an advice not to look obvious.

How funny and ridiculous such people are. Mr. Dwipangga also told his son, that if someone does not ask for advice, do not be advised! If they continue to give advice, even though their friends or family do not ask for it, then they will be fed up.

Prapto pondered for a long time. Whether he was crying, whether his eyes were just glistening, unclear, because the darkness had begun to wrap the earth. Nimo continued to sit while reading around on her phone. He does not want to disturb the sadness of Prapto, but he will also always accompany the sadness of his best friend, during and as deep as it is.

Prapto raised his head. "Come on, Nimo, we'll get better and go to Mr. Oscar's house!" bring Prapto to smile. His voice was beginning to sound calm again ...