What a Beautiful Divorce

21. Nirvana's Loyalty

Mr. Gumiro lit his cigarette. "Look, Mr. Oscar, Nak Prapto, Nak Nimo," he said, "give me this month to raise capital, because I don't want to share results with other companies in this very exciting and potential business. Mr Oscar, Nak Nimo, and Nak Prapto agree?"

Nimo and Mr. Oscar stared at Prapto. They know that in this case Prapto is more understanding and skilled. Prapto weighed for a moment. Mr. Gumiro is still a person he thinks can be trusted. Pak Gumiro's company has never had any problems so far. And Mr. Gumiro is also the father of his friend.

"All right, Mr. Gumiro. But if it is past one month, I apologize if your company will cooperate with other companies. Because if it's longer, of course I feel bad for the Kejora village community, sir."

"Yes, Nak Prapto. You know that very well."

Everyone in the room smiled and shook hands.

***

Amidst the many people who collect photos of male singers and female singers from Korea, I remain faithful to save and see your photos only. Yeah, just take your picture.

I used to look at the photo for a long time until I melted into it and suddenly I was on the edge of the dusk dock with you.

From the dock we see in the distance the ships that have just sailed and the ships that want to go far, and the birds that fly back to the nest.

I always miss you. And that's why I'm here every day ...

After writing the verse, the old man who was in the village hall sat on the front row of the bench, who looked like the martial world elder took off his glasses. He then turned to look at the shelves containing books.

In front of the old man, children whose age range was seven to ten years seemed to be engrossed in reading. Some were sitting in chairs, some were reading sitting on the floor leaning back, and some were talking to their friends about the contents of the book they were reading.

"Your work in the village of Kejora is very large, Asih. With a love of reading, these children will grow up to be smart children later on" the old man murmured with a smile.

From outside the open door, a boy entered with half a run. The boy greeted his friends first before approaching the old man.

"Grandfather Nirwana. Why is Grandpa smiling to himself?" ask the boy.

The old man called Grandpa Nirwana smiled. "I smiled at my late wife" she replied, "your tumben is late, Lapen Oscario?"

Lapen Oscario ascends to the seat next to Mr. Nirwana. "I was helping Dad harvest lettuce first, Cake. Mom, why are you here every day?"

"Smart kid. Stepen and Lastri must be proud of you. I'm here every day because I miss my late wife all the time. We are both fond of reading, and this library I established at his request" replied Mr. Nirwana.

Lapen. "Tell my thanks to Nek anyway, yeah, Cake. My grandfather said, a good read will make you happy and wise. How does that mean, Kek Nirwana? And what is the sign that a reading is a good reading?"

Mr. Nirwana laughed. "I'll tell you later, Lapen. Grandpa's right. By reading a good reading, you will be more intelligent, and as your intelligence increases, you will become wise, and a wise man will surely be happy. A good read is one that has a lot of meaning in it.

"And that good reading doesn't have to be school textbooks or college books, Lapen. Not infrequently a novel has more to learn than a school book or a lecture book, and there is a lot of meaning in it."

"Although it's a romance novel, Cake?"

"Yes. Even though it's a romance novel. But look at what romance novels are like. If the romance novel is a bucin novel and there is almost no meaning that you can take in it, why spend time? Not to mention romance novels now I see the theme is not much different. Boring," replied Mr. Nirwana.

Lapen nodded in understanding. He then got down from the chair to the bookshelf. "Grandfather, so many new books?"

"Yes. Rodi donates money to the library, Lapen. So I bought new books. The library building will also be renovated to make it more comfortable to read. I told Ino, Rodi's cousin, the handyman."

***

That afternoon Pinaka sat in a natural garden shelter in the town of Keladi, which is a branch of the Kuda Fly Corporation. His face looked bored.

Pinaka had been to the market to ask some Kejora villagers about the reason they did not sell their crops to the store. He also offered them a price increase, but still, none of the Kejora villagers would sell their crops to the store.

"Squeaky. Is this because of the man named Prapto? It can't be just because Prapto citizens are like this. But what if he had invited the villagers of Kejora not to sell the crops to this store? It could be, right?" ask Pinaka to himself.

The beautiful girl flirted, "He is sweet, but it seems like he is a hard-spirited man, not at all the dream type of modern woman. Moreover, it seems that he is not a rich man. Why is Mr Tristan so eager to take him down?"

Pinaka then ruffled his own hair. "Why am I even thinking about that Prapto guy? The important thing is that I have been paid by Mr. Tristan and I have to report to him.

***

Tristan sat on the sofa with a very tangled face because he had just talked to Silvi who had now gone to the room with a crisp face. He had explained to Silvi how chaotic his mind was because the Kejora villagers were unwilling to sell their crops at the Kuda flying shop, and it was likely that it was because of Prapto.

But his wife did not care and did not bother at all about the chaos of Tristan's mind.

Silvi said, "No way that's why. Masa' just because Prapto all citizens so do not want to sell their crops to the store owned by Kuda Fly Corporation? But I don't care, the important thing is that Prapto's crops shouldn't be bought, period! If it turns out that you secretly received the harvest, I'll go home to Mom and Dad.

Tristan did not argue. His face was brave enough to show after Silvi went to the room. Tristan the CEO of Cuek can't live without Silvi, can he?

The ringing of the phone made Tristan turn to the table in front of the sofa. After seeing that the one who called was Pinaka, he picked it up.

"Yes. What news did you get, Pinaka?"

"I've questioned some residents, sir, and I've also offered a price increase. But those people still don't want to."

Tristan clenched his fists. "What is the cause?"

"There is a small possibility that Prapto is the one who invites the residents not to sell the crops to the store, sir. In addition, it seems there is no other reason, because only the Flying Horse company does this natural gardening business."

"In the store there is a phone book that contains the phone number of every citizen who is selling their garden to the store. You find Prapto's number and then you call him for information. You know how to say it, Pinaka. If it works, there'll be extra money coming into your account."

Without waiting for an answer Tristan closed the call. Feeling still upset by the conversation with his wife, Tristan threw a cell phone at the sofa next to him. But the throw was not good and his phone hit the sofa sanding and fell to the floor.

"Damn!" objurgation.

***

Prapto arrives home at night. On the way they had pushed Mr. Oscar's car for a while because the old car that was amper fuel did not work was out of gas.

Prapto was relieved because he was only waiting for news from Mr. Gumiro for a month. And during that month Prapto wanted to pay attention to his garden or look for new ideas for his gardening activities.

Suddenly, Prapto's phone rings. He frowned when the number he called was not the number in the contact book. Prapto.