What a Beautiful Divorce

41. Three Vegetables

Timo turned his body. "I'm looking for fruits that have a lot of fiber, sir, just forgot," he replied.

The supervisor stared at Timo full of probes. "Mr notes what's on the phone? From that time on, keep recording," he asked again.

"Oohs. I'm a poet, sir. I always hold my phone so that the ideas I can get are immediately recorded. Fear is gone." Timo then walked to pretend to look for fruits, but he was followed by the supervisor.

Timo knew that the supervisor would not accuse him directly and would only follow suit. But he was quite upset at the supervisor.

Timo. He then looked with a shocked look at the back of the supervisor. "Review, sir, fall!" exclaim Timo while looking down.

The supervisor's face was shocked. He turned around and put both hands on his head. After opening his eyes, he saw nothing. No fruit or equipment fell. And when he was about to return to watch, Timo was no longer there.

"Campus, you!" gerutu Timo while walking towards his car. "Thank God I've finished noting the important ones when he came."

***

Arriving at his father's company, Timo immediately showed Mr. Gumiro the information he recorded on his cellphone. Mr. Gumiro then recorded onto a piece of paper what Timo had recorded. "Take it to the food researcher, Timo. Ask Mr. Salidi to find out the name of the variety of this plant as well as the climatic and weather conditions on which this plant can grow."

Timo nodded. He immediately went to the food research room.

"It's Timo, Mr. Salidi," Timo said after knocking on the door of the room several times.

"Come in, son Timo!"

Behind the desk in the room sat a fifty-year-old old man. He's wearing glasses. And from the pen he held while looking at the paper on the desk, it seems that he just finished writing.

"What's up, son Timo?" ask the old man.

Timo then put the paper that had been recorded by his father on the table. "Daddy asked Mr. Salidi to find the name of the variety of plants that I recorded, as well as the climate and weather where the plant can grow. Here's the picture, sir. It's from Japan." Nimo pulled out her phone.

Mr. Salidi, whose face almost always looks serious, opened his laptop. One by one in his typed notes. After looking at his laptop screen for a while, Mr. Salidi then pressed the enter button. And before long, the food researcher leaned his back against the back of the chair while smiling at Timo.

"How, Sir?" ask Timo.

"The three are indeed varieties of plants native to Japan, Nak Timo," replied Mr. Salidi. "The one in black purple is called Teime. It can be harvested after fifty-five days of planting. This bluish green one is Ishito Cabbage, it can be harvested after being planted seventy-five days.

"And the dark green color, whose surface is this fine thorny skin, the name is Saima Cucumber. Can be harvested after thirty-two days of planting. You have no record, son Timo, of the climate, the weather, and the elevation of the Kejora village?"

"She, Sir." Nimo then looked for a title note on his phone, in which there was an answer to Mr. Salidi's question. "This, sir," said Nimo giving his cell phone to Mr. Salidi.

Mr. Salidi looked at Nimo's notes and the laptop screen alternated. He then smiled and nodded. "It matches the climate, the weather, and the altitude of Kejora village" he said. "Son Timo, do you have a cigarette? Cigarette's up. I forgot to buy cigarettes."

Timo smiled. Face radiant. He then held out a pack of cigarettes to Mr. Salidi. "Thank you, Mr. Salidi. You are great" said Timo.

Mr. Salidi smiled after starting a cigarette. "Thank you for the compliment, Son Timo. After all, it is not difficult to find out about this plant. It's just that other food companies haven't had an idea. There are not many entrepreneurs like your father, who are always eager to find new things that can be used as business.

"Say to Mr. Gumiro, the Kejora company should quickly import these three vegetable tanama seeds, before other food companies know and import them first."

Timo nodded. "Yes, Mr. Salidi. I'm going to Dad's room first."

Mr. Gumiro nodded at Timo's words, while reading an email containing the name of a Japanese vegetable variety sent by Mr. Salidi just now. He then said to Timo, "Tomorrow our morning to the village of Kejora, son. Let's get this good news to Mr. Oscar, Nak Prapto, and Nak Nimo."

"Yes, Dad. Prapto also has an explanatory debt about the plan that he has not said" Timo said.

***

"Even the air would rain, boss," Nimo told Prapto. They just finished eating at a food stall in Jakarta.

"Yes, Nimo. We better get home soon. I wonder what Timo's investigation will look like" Prapto said.

"Why don't we just meet Timo or Mr Gumiro, boss? They are also in Jakarta" asked Nimo.

"My plan is so Nimo, all I want to say is the result of our offer to Dawn's restaurant earlier. But when I was about to call, a short message from Mr. Gumiro came in. He said, tomorrow morning they will go to the village of Kejora. Let's talk at Mr. Oscar's house tomorrow, Nimo."

"Okay, Boss. Come on, boss, let's go home" Nimo asked.

***

Prapto and Nimo arrive at night at his board house Prapto. On the way, they stopped several times to shelter from the heavy rain. Because it was night and in the village Kejora rained, Nimo finally sent a short message to his mother to tell him that tonight he slept in the house of Prapto.

Towards sleep, they chatted and coffee on the terrace while looking and listening to the sweet rain, which sometimes also sounded sad.

"Oh yes, Boss. Have you heard how the Horse Fly Corporation is doing now? Maybe the Boss' father has a story," asked Nimo.

"She, Nimo. I forgot to tell you. The corporation was still on the road, only their earnings had considerably decreased. They are focusing again on the packaged food and processed food business" Prapto replied. Then he sipped coffee.

"Thank God, Boss. Hopefully they will go bankrupt. Take the CEO of Cuek. Surely he had a big fight with Silvi because his mission was not successful, and instead made his company's income decrease."

"They're divorced, Nimo" said Prapto, laughing. "My mom said time called."

"Thank God, Boss. I'm glad to hear that. Feminist women will never have a happy home. Pinaka is feminist or not, boss?" asked Nimo, curious.

"Yes, Nimo, she's also a feminist. But after I applied what Mr. Oscar taught me, I saw that Pinaka's mindset was no longer feminist now. Yesterday you saw for yourself that he would bring me food and drink. She also tells that the village mothers of Kejora, especially Bu Intan, taught her a lot about how to be a real woman."

Nimo nodded. "It's raining, it's so sad, huh, boss?" tanyakanya.

Prapto. "Rain has two moods, Nimo. Maybe you feel sad because you're afraid that Arini is a feminist" she said, Laughing."

Nimo surprise. "Where is possible, Boss!" his protest. "Women in the village of Kejora are not feminists."

"Then why do you feel sad?"

"I miss Anjani, Boss," replied Nimo, shrieked,

Prapto scrunched his forehead. "Who's anjani, Nimo? The girl you love but married?"