What a Beautiful Divorce

18. From Oscar to the Beloved

“Finally done!” mr. Oscar said, “hopefully Inari likes.”

The Kejora village chief was sitting on a long bench in the garden behind his house. Mr. Oscar then turned his head, when he heard the ringing of a cell phone he put on a long bench where he was sitting.

“Yes. Ooh, you guys have come. I'm going to home.”

Oscar got up from his seat. He looked towards the pool once more and smiled, then turned to walk over to the house.

“Grandpa!” cheers of a seven-year-old boy with a mature complexion. The boy immediately ran when he saw Mr. Oscar emerge from the back of the house.

“Lapen, where have you been? It's been two weeks you haven't visited your grandparents.” Mr. Oscar took his grandson and took him to the sofa, where he sat Bu Inari, his only daughter, and his daughter-in-law.

Outside the house, Prapto and Nimo were asked to come by Mr. Oscar through a short message just sipped their coffee served by Bu Inari.

Prapto scrunched his forehead. He said to Nimo with a tone of wonder and a voice that was put down, “Nimo. Tadi Bu Inari introduced his daughter named Lastri and his son-in-law whose name is also westernized like Mr. Oscar, namely Stepen. But, what, the name of his son Lapen? There is no west-west.”

Nimo laughs. “Just heard his first name, the Boss was surprised, especially if the Boss knew the full name of the boy.”

“Who is his full name?”

“Lapen Oscario, Boss,” Nimo replied. He came back laughing.

Prapto. “Then, Stepen's name is indeed using the letter ‘p’, or the letter ‘p’ is only parapetized because he lives in the village?”

“Disposable ‘p’, Boss. Ste-penes. Stepen was also a citizen of Kejora village, and his father was good friends with my father. Father said, the reason his father the Stepen uses the letter 'p' is, so that the name of his westernized son has a rural element in it,” replied Nimo who has now laughed again.

Prapto shook his head to hear it. He returned to smoking cigarettes. "In addition to the village Kejora is beautiful, it turns out the citizens are very unique," said Prapto.

They both do not know, that the name Lapen is a combination of the names of his parents. Lastri+Stepen\= Map. Maybe one day, and by then Lapen had grown up, he would have told Prapto and Nimo himself.

Inside the house, Lastri was copying his cake to celebrate his mother's birthday. Lastri's face was soft and sweet, like his mother's, and their facial features were similar. Only their hair is different. Lastri's haircut is short by shoulder, while Bu Inari's hair is long by shoulder.

“Lapen, install the Candle!” said Stepen.

Lapen who was sitting on his grandfather's lap immediately went down and went to the table to install two candles in the form of numbers.

“Do not reverse, Boy! Your grandmother was fifty-one years old, not fifteen,” said Mr. Oscar laughing, because his grandson put a candle to form fifteen.

Oscar then looked at Mrs Inari. “Bu, the two singles have been made coffee and Prapto has been introduced on Stepen and Lastri?” tanyakanya.

“Already, Sir.” Lastri then asks Lapen to call Nimo and Prapto to eat the cake.

The boy immediately ran to the terrace. After Lapen arrived, he stared fixedly at Prapto and Nimo for a while. Lapen then said, “Uncle of Two Singles Friends, come on, go inside! We'll eat cake.”

Lapen quickly ran back into the house leaving Prapto and Nimo who were now stunned to look at each other.

“Surely he heard his grandfather talking about us with that designation, Boss,” Nimo said.

“Who else if not his grandfather, Nimo?” prapto replied, shaking his head again, "this family of the Village Chief has made me shake my head three times since then."

After Prapto and Nimo entered the house, the celebration of a simple but happy birthday began. In addition to the cake, it turns out that Lastri and Stepen also bring fried rice to be eaten together.

“What do you want on this birthday, Mom?” ask Oscar to his wife.

Ms. Inari smiled. His smile was sweet and shady. “I just want to keep happy in life, sir. Nothing else but that,” replied Bu Inari.

“Mother doesn't want to be rich, have a luxury home, or have a lot of diamonds?” ask Mr. Oscar again.

Bu Inari shook his head. He still smiled softly and shady. “I love diamonds, sir, but, having diamonds won't make me happy. So, my answer is still the same, I just want to live happily.”

Mr. Oscar nodded. In his heart Mr. Oscar is very grateful to have a wife like Bu Inari who knows about the true meaning of life, namely 'happiness'.

Prapto, Nimo, Stepen, Lastri, and Lapen, hand over their birthday gifts to Bu Inari. The gift from Prapto and Nimo is a five kilo duku they just harvested quickly this morning after getting a short message from Mr. Oscar.

The gift of Stepen, Lastri, and Lapen is a large frame. In the frame there is a painting of the figure of Bu Inari and Mr. Oscar who were sitting while laughing warmly on the porch of the house.

All eyes, even Lapen's eyes, are now on Mr. Oscar who has not given a gift to his wife. Lapen then narrowed both of his eyes. Said, “Mana, Cake? Masa’ no?”

Oscar smiled meaningfully. He approached Bu Inari and closed his wife's eyes by tying a white cloth.

“You all come with me!” take Mr. Oscar, “take your mother Lastri!” The Village Chief then walked to the back of the house.

When they arrived at the garden behind the house, everyone was stunned. Their faces were beaming in amazement looking at the edge of the pool. What is on the edge of the pool is now a very beautiful sight and so cool to see. Stepen immediately shut his son's mouth so that Lapen did not cry out in astonishment.

Mr. Oscar asked Lastri to continue to lead Ms. Inari near the ornamental fish pond. Prapto, Nimo, Stepen, and Lapen stood by a long bench not far from the pool.

“Open Inari blindfolds, Lastri!” said Mr. Oscar.

Lastri then opened her mother's blindfold. Ms. Inari covered her mouth with both hands as soon as she saw what was in front of her. He looked at Oscar as if he could not believe it.

Near the pond ornamental fish now there is a collection of several types of flowers and several types of plants planted together to form a small environment, the size is approximately 2 square meters (2 meters x 2 meters).

The small environment is surrounded by dozens of beautiful and colorful butterflies. Some fly and some perch on flowers or plants.

The color of the butterfly is beautiful to the eye. There are butterflies that are orange and blue, which at the ends of the wings are both black. There are butterflies that are green, white, purple, and many other colors. There are also several types of butterflies that have three or four color alloys.

"So, you asked about the beetle and the butterfly for this?" ask Ms. Inari.

"Yes, Mom. You used to tell me that butterflies and beetles are very beautiful insects. So, a few days ago I learned from the internet about the types of plants and flowers that butterflies love. They will continue here if it does not rain, from morning until late afternoon" replied Mr. Oscar.

"Thank you, sir. I really like it. From now on I will read and weave here. Ah, how beautiful," said Bu Inari with a radiant face.

"Give the name of the butterfly's little neighborhood, ma'am!" said Mr. Oscar.

"Happy birthday, Inari," said Mr. Oscar.

Ms. Inari approached Mr. Oscar and hugged him. "Thank you, Mr. Kades," he said.

"Nimo, this is what is called so sweet, not movies and love novels that alay," Prapto whispered to his best friend.

Nimo whispered back, "Right, Boss. I'm proud to have a village chief like Mr. Oscar. There are many lessons we can take from the Old Man, let alone love."

Lapen tugged at his mother and father's clothes. "We lost, Dad, Mom," said Lapen smiling.

***

At seven o'clock in thirteen minutes, all the villagers were vile, except for the sick and children, and mothers who needed to accompany their little ones at home, have gathered at the village hall Kejora.

Kejora village hall is a fairly large building, which has two seating sections in it. The right seat is filled with women, while the left is filled with men.

The two seats are separated by a road. At the end of the road was a loudspeaker. Mr. Oscar and Prapto stood there.

The mothers wearing the kebaya whispered to the woman beside him. "Bu Intan, I heard that the young man who came from that city was a widower. I-i-i?"

Not yet able to answer Bu Intan, mothers who sit next to the mothers of the berbaya had asked, "Masa' he duda, Mom? Still single like him, or married but his wife works in the city and is not brought here. Women in the city 'there's a lot of work in the office or in the factory."

Another mother soon nodded, "Yes, Miss Intan. There seem to be only two possibilities. If not a widower, then still single."

The mothers wearing brackets shifted their seats near Bu Intan and were about to launch words, but Bu Intan immediately raised his hand.

"If you keep talking how do I answer that question, Mothers? His name is Prapto and he is a widower. Prapto himself told my husband when they talked. Case closed's! Let's hear what Mr. Kades and the young man are going to say!" resolute Bu Intan so that there is no more interruption next.

In front of the audience, Prapto was introduced by Mr. Oscar. He also said that Prapto would discuss something important and say an idea for the welfare of the village of Kejora.

"Please, Nak Prapto!" said Mr. Oscar.

"Good night, Kejora villagers. I want to convey something about the sale of our village's crops so far that turns out ..."

Prapto recounted his checking with Pak Oscar and Nimo in Surabaya, where the Kejora village harvest was sold at very high prices in malls and supermarkets which are subsidiaries of Kuda Terbang Corporation.

There was a low noise from the company of the fathers. While the group of mothers were shocked and immediately discussed it with other mothers.

Prapto continued, "But, there is good news. We can teach them in some way. And if that goes smoothly, their natural livestock and farm sales businesses could die. However, in order to carry out this plan, all the villagers of Kejora had to agree first."

The citizens muttered. Back there was a low noise. Some were nodding, some seemed to think, and some were asking their friends because they did not really understand what Prapto said. After a moment of silence, the fathers raised their voices.

"Say your idea, son Prapto! I'm sure all the villagers of Kejora will definitely agree" said a man wearing a cowboy hat.

"Rubber, Nak Prapto. If your idea is good, why not? Anyway I'm sure of you," continued the other fathers.

"We strongly trust the Village Chief, Nak Prapto. The village chief trusts you, why should we hesitate?" The gentlemen who were sitting on the front bench, whose whiskers and long beards were all white, spoke up while rubbing his beard.

The mothers nodded while saying in agreement.

Prapto smiled. "Thank you, Mothers and Fathers. I did this for the sake of the village of Kejora that I love. Prapto then says his plan.

"We have to stop selling crops to the existing container store in the city of Keladi, because the store is part of the Flying Horse Corporation. That way, Kuda Fly Corporation and its subsidiaries will not be able to sell natural crops anymore, because only Kejora village is natural.

"And not just get there. If we all agree not to sell the crops to that store, then I have an idea that I believe is very good for the villagers of Kejora.

"We will do business for our own village. That is, we will market our own crops, at prices that we feel are appropriate and fair for buyers, through cooperation with several companies that do business in the field of food.

"I have talked about it with Mr. Oscar, and he agreed that the villagers of Kejora also agree. I, Nimo, and Mr. Oscar will go to several companies that do business in the field of food, then submit business agreements to them. It is estimated that it will take at most three months to 'deal'.

"And for that, if we all agree, after making a 'deal' with those companies, let's take on the royong to build a collection place for the crops to be sold. The results of the garden will be weighed and recorded the name of the owner first.

"We need the building to accommodate the results so that the pickup truck from the company can take it in one place and the process will run faster. We make the process uncomplicated so that they are not lazy to do business with Kejora village.

"I also have ideas related to mothers. Kejora Village will produce processed natural crops that will be packaged for sale.

"All residents are working together to market it on social media and will also be offered to these companies for resale at their business stalls.

"That way, mothers can help their husbands without working outside the home. Everything can be cooked from home, then later it will be in the data to be picked up by the company. Do the mothers agree?

"Second, Fathers, Mothers."

"Agreed!" the village mums nodded in agreement. The hardest nod was the capable mothers who sat near Bu Intan earlier.

This is the idea of Prapto. The atmosphere in the village hall was silent for a moment. Then all the people stood up and clapped. There were cheers from the seat inhabited by the fathers.

"I agree! If anyone disagrees it means he's not a true villager of the Kejora."

"Me too! Let's drop that flying horse."

"Of course I agree! In addition to teaching this will certainly be exciting, this will greatly benefit the Kejora villagers to their grandchildren."

"Yes, yeah. Very good idea, Nak Prapto! The deceitful horse will not be able to fly again later," said the fathers who sat in front earlier.

The fathers whose long beards were all white were like the elders of the martial world depicted in the swordsman film. A wise, powerful elder, who could kill an opponent just by flicking his sleeves.

A question was again asked by the mothers who wore the kebaya to Bu Intan. "Was to be smart like Nak Prapto a man has to be a widower first, Ms Intan?"

Madam Intan and the other mothers laughed. Mothers who wore brackets, who had not asked Ms. Intan, shifted their seats to join the stand. "That's not the concept, Miss Harini. You're all there," he said, laughing.

Harini who was laughed at also laughed. "Joke, really, Mothers," he continued.