What a Beautiful Divorce

50. The rain will fall

Prapto continued helping Pak Dwipangga's rice harvest while continuing to think about what the two Pinaka parents might ask him about.

Padi Pak Dwipangga finished harvesting at around four in the afternoon. The threshing will be done tomorrow. After the rice harvest was finally completed, Prapto helped bring rice to the building where the harvest was stored.

***

That afternoon, the overcast clouds that were marching in the sky were almost black in color, more than gray. Even the air felt so cold, a sign that the rain would surely fall. Prapto pedaled his bike quickly so as not to get rained on before arriving home.

Along the way home, Prapto saw some Kejora villagers were raising their betel nut and cocoa beans. There are also some residents who dry the sweet skin and kardamunggu seeds. Then some more residents who appear to shift the location of their vehicles so as not to be exposed to rain.

The drizzle began to descend when Prapto had just entered the fence of his house. And soon it rained heavily.

“Thank God,” murmured Prapto. “Bikin coffee first clear. After drinking coffee, I just thought about what I would do.”

Prapto then stepped into his kitchen to make coffee. Sometimes, the words of Lapen Oscario feel there is a point for Prapto. He himself felt sorry for himself who often made coffee and cooked his own food.

Prapto then imagined, when he had just returned from the garden, Pinaka who had just finished cooking was waiting for him on the terrace with a sweet smile, which would relieve his fatigue after taking care of plants and livestock. 'Drink the coffee first, Mas!' The voice of Pinaka imagined by Prapto.

***

Early in the morning, there was a sound of Pinaka's horn when Prapto combed his hair. He then stepped outside with the comb still attached to the hair.

"In a moment, Pinaka. Wait, yes," said Prapto, smiling after opening the door.

Pinaka gave a small laugh watching the comb that was attached to Prapto's hair. "Well, Mas," he said. Prapto just smiled and then went back inside to improve.

Pinaka got off the bike. While looking at the board by board, he felt astonished and amazed. Wonder why a well-known company manager in Jakarta is willing to leave his position and high salary to live as a farmer and rancher in the village.

But Pinaka was also amazed. Admired because Prapto dared to make a decision that for most people must be very difficult. And Prapto was so happy with the outcome of the decision.

"Come on!" invite Prapto, surprise Pinaka who is dissolving in his mind.

Pinaka smile. He looked at the house once more and gave Prapto the key to the bike. When Pinaka's motor was about to pass through the gate, Nimo arrived on his bike while throwing a smile.

"Be careful on the road, Boss, Pinaka," Nimo said as he waved.

***

Pinaka house is classified as luxury and is located in elite housing as well. All the houses in the complex were not small and the garden was wide.

"Come, Mas!" invite Pinaka, when he saw Prapto still staring at the gardens of the house from the gate.

Prapto.

"Well, ma'am," called Pinaka in a rather loud voice, as she suspected that her parents must be in the TV room right now. "It's me, Pinaka."

Prapto turned his head when he heard the sound of the door opening. The door moved slowly, then a couple appeared behind it. They were staring at Prapto.

Prapto went straight ahead and reached out his hand. "Prapto, Sir, Ma'am," he said.

Pinaka's parents introduced themselves. Pinaka's father was Ramu, fifty years old. His mother, Esih, was forty-nine years old.

"Mas Prapto includes new residents also in Kejora village, Well, Mom. Previously he lived and worked in Jakarta," Pinaka said.

Mr. Ramu and Ms. Esih nodded with smiles.

Pinaka turned to Prapto to ask his opinion.

"On the pendopo, sir. Cooler" answered Prapto.

Mr. Ramu nodded. "Come!" bring him. He then precedes Prapto to step into the pendopo, while Pinaka and his mother go into the house to make drinks and prepare snacks.

In a fairly large house pendopo, whose wood is painted in blackish brown, Prapto and Pak Ramu sit opposite.

"You smoke, Nak Prapto?" ask Mr. Ramu, after replying to greetings from the fathers of his passing neighbors.

"Yes, sir."

"Smoking, don't worry." Mr. Ramu then took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. After lighting his cigarette, he offered to Prapto.

"There, sir," answered Prapto, smiling. He took a cigarette and lit it.

"Pinaka told us a lot about the village of Kejora, Nak Prapto," said Mr. Ramu. "Say, he was happy living in the village. He also told me about the business that Kejora village had just built recently. Congratulations on the success of the business cooperation you patronized."

Prapto. "Thank you, sir," he said. He did not expect Pinaka to also tell about himself. "All thanks to the efforts of all the villagers of Kejora, sir."

Bu Esih and Pinaka came with two cups of hot coffee, two cups of hot tea, and a plate of biscuits.

"Please, Mas Prapto," said Pinaka. He and his mother sat down.

"What company did you become, Nak Prapto?" ask Mr. Ramu after exhaling cigarette smoke.

Starting from Mr. Ramu's question, they chatted long enough. Pinaka and his mother listen more sambi occasionally chiming. They discussed many things ranging from business, politics, to agriculture and natural farming in the village Kejora.

"Seru also if there are mothers like Bu Harni," said Bu Esih, after Pinaka told about mothers in Kejora village. "And also Ms. Intan, whose recipes seemed endless."

"I'm interested in the story about Mr. Kuncoro the peddler," added Mr. Ramu. "And also by the name of some of the westernized villagers of Kejora." Mr. Ramu laughed.

From inside the house, the forty-year-old domestic assistant Pinaka, called Bi Riri, came to bring him a meal.

"You all eat, yes, Riri," Esih asked.

Bi Riri nodded then dined.

***

"We're saying goodbye, sir, ma'am," Prapto said. He then greeted Mr. Ramu, Ms. Esih, and Bi Riri.

Ramu sir slipped the money into Pinaka's jacket pocket. "You guys be careful on the road, yeah."

Prapto and Pinaka nodded. That afternoon they returned to the village of Kejora.

***

"Thank you, Mas, already accompanied me home," said Pinaka, smiling, after Prapto got off his bike.

Prapto. He smiled back. "Don't drink tea while talking on the porch?" tanyakanya.

Pinaka. He looked up at the sky. "On another day, Mommy" he answered. "Rain is going down." Pinaka then waved his hand with a smile.