What a Beautiful Divorce

54. Rini's Evil Plans

Pinaka chooses not to respond to Silvi's short message, but he keeps Silvi's number on his phone.

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Lapen Oscario was sleeping on a long bench in her father's garden. He had just finished helping his father grow new crops and vegetables, after crops and vegetables previously harvested and sold to the Kejora company.

Lapen got up to sit, when he saw his father walking towards the long bench where he was sitting.

"Room, Lapen. It looks like it's going to rain soon. Move a little, son. I'm gonna smoke, "She said. He then lit a cigarette and looked at the garden.

Lapen shifted her seat. "It looks like it is, Dad. Everything's finished planting, Dad?"

"No, Lapen. But only live lining the rice fields with straw and then sown rice seeds. Tomorrow only. It's almost noon."

Lapen looked at the sky. "Yes, Dad. Well, I read the article on Mother's phone, the name of the city and the area there is exactly the same as the name of the city and the area in our country. How can you, Dad?"

"You mean Malaysia or Indonesia?"

"Indonesia, Dad. Malaysia is different in the name of the city and the region" Lapen replied.

Stepen laughing. "Yes, yeah." Then it breathes cigarette smoke. "I don't know either, son. But when I see it on the map, the name of the city and the region in Indonesia is indeed the same as our country. The name is the same. Only the shape of the islands is different. After all, why do we care about the name of the same city and area?"

"True, yeah, Dad. There is no profit or loss for us" Lapen replied, nodding.

"Yes, Lapen. Most humans like to think and confuse things that have no harm to them. Wasting time and energy. They're funny" Stepen said, laughing.

***

Prapto sits casually in front of his garden kitchen building. He sipped coffee and started a cigarette. "Finally done too, Nimo. It's over planted, isn't it all? Try counting again. How do I know I miscalculated that." He held out a piece of paper containing a list of plants and vegetables.

Nimo took the paper and counted. "Tomat. Red chili, cayenne pepper, potato, cucumber, papaya, watermelon, radish, lettuce, yam, celery, chives." Nimo stop. He seemed to think. "Long lizards are, aren't they, Boss?"

"Here, Nimo."

Nimo nodded. "That means everything, boss. Oh yes, Boss, last night Mr. Oscar came to my house. Me, Him, and Dad were talking about a fishing festival to be held this week. We'd better plant some rice and build a pond before the fishing festival starts."

"Now, Nimo. The cloudy day. So, tomorrow we'll just stock up on rice seedlings and buy fish."

"Good, Boss. Come on!" bring Nimo. Then he stood up.

Prapto laughs. "Ten minutes to go, Nimo. We just finished eating."

***

For most men today, who agree with feminism, they crave to marry women like Silvi. Beautiful is not a bitch and works with a high amount of income.

All of them, the men who have been introduced to Silvi have high positions and large salaries in their respective offices. Some even work as doctors. The profession of prospective husband is desired by most women, because according to them, marrying a doctor is guaranteed happiness. How insolent are most people that they dare to guarantee happiness based on profession, position, and money.

Silvi now so often get sudden flower delivery, like today. He received the twenty-second delivery of flowers from a company official.

"I don't understand what purpose they send flowers like this. They think I'll like it? They think I'll blush and then accept their love? If only Prapto had sent this flower," Silvi said lethargicly. He then threw the flower of its expensive form on the floor.

"Still you miss that old-fashioned guy, Sil. What the hell pulled him?" sahut Rini, the hardline feminist who still tops the list of Endonesa feminist women.

"Prapto is different, Rini. He's not the same as the men who sent the flowers, who if the flowers I collected might be able to open the flower stall."

"But he doesn't deserve a great woman like you, Sil. She doesn't deserve an extraordinary feminist woman like us. You must make that old-fashioned man regret for divorcing you and kneel for your love." Rini shifted her seat closer to Silvi.

"We tried, didn't we, Rin? But nothing worked. Even the CEO Tristan lost to Prapto. In fact, his company experienced a decrease in income due to business attacks launched by Prapto. The prapto remains calm and unfazed by our efforts" Silvi said, upset.

"We've already planned a new strategy. Don't be so pessimistic. By the way, why is Pinaka's number on your phone? He's your friend?"

"No. I never even met him. I took her number from Tristan's phone. Ever since Tristan said Pinaka betrayed the Flying Horse Corporation and moved to the village of Kejora, I suspect he likes Prapto. So, I kept the number in case Tristan's strategy failed. And it actually failed."

Rini nodded. "You're sure he likes Prapto. Or at least, are you sure that Prapto is close to Pinaka?"

"I can't be sure, Rin, but I think it is" Silvi replied.

"Have he replied to your short message?"

"Yet. Like he ignored her."

Rini seemed to think for a moment. "Try her phone and turn on the call speaker. We asked him about his relationship with Prapto. Then we tell him there's something he needs to know about Prpato and about why you're divorced with Prapto.

"If after that Pinaka asks, it means he is indeed dating Prapto, or at least they are pedekate."

Silvi nodded. "What are we gonna tell him about why I got divorced with Prapto?"

Rini grinned. "Tell him that you're divorced with Prapto because Prapto is cheating a lot. I'll pretend to be sad to convince Pinaka more."

Silvi frowned. "If he asks Prapto how?"

Rini shrugged her shoulders. "Indeed, Prapto could reason to convince Pinaka? If we can make Pinaka believe in us, Prapto's explanation will certainly be considered a lie. Even the explanation of Prapto's parents would be considered a lie for defending his son."

Silvi smiled. "You're smart, Rini. Come on, let's call now."