What a Beautiful Divorce

79. A Gift from Three Umbrellas

“Nimo!” exclaim Mr. Rohan and Bu Veni together.

Nimo greets the two Prapto parents and introduces Arini. "This is my future wife, sir, Mom. Her name is Arini."

Arini smiled as she greeted Rohan and Bu Veni. He also introduced Nimo to Bi Asih and Mang Kari who were passing in front of the pendopo carrying garden equipment.

"Ooh, this is Arini. Den Prapto never told the story," said Mang Kari.

"Your wife's candidate is sweet, Nimo," said Bi Asih, who then went to the kitchen to make drinks and snacks.

Arini and Nimo sat down. Nimo ignites her cigarette and Arini gives a package containing fruits and vegetables to Bu Veni. "This, ma'am, my garden's souvenirs" said Arini.

"Thank you, Arini. We love the garden from Kejora village. Last we brought quite a lot when visiting Prapto." Bu Veni gave the package to Mang Kari to be delivered to Bi Asih.

They then chatted about the village of Kejora, about Arini, about the gardens of Nimo and Prapto, and also about their wedding to be held simultaneously in the garden..

***

A month has passed and the wedding day of Prapto and Nimo with their respective future wives will be held tomorrow. Both of Prapto's parents as well as Bi Asih and Mang Kari had arrived at Kejora village last night. They will stay at Prapto's house until the wedding is over.

While Pinaka and Bi Riri's parents stay at Bu Intan's house, because the room that doubles Pinaka's residence in the library only has one room.

At nine in the morning, on the banks of the river Kejora village, under the hot summer sun, three umbrellas seemed to be lined up in a distance where they could still hear voices from each other. There are red umbrellas, green umbrellas, and yellow umbrellas.

"More exciting fishing in the rainy season, isn't it, Lapen?" There was a sound coming from behind the green umbrella.

"Not really, Taro. Another thrill of fishing in the summer, you can hear the chirping of birds and the sound of other animals that will be less sound when the rainy season," Lapen replied from behind a red umbrella.

"I read a book in the library. In the book it is written that the morning sun is good for bone health, why should we wear an umbrella? Stay away if you're afraid of your skin being black." The green umbrella flew, which was thrown by Lennon.

"That's right, too" said Lapen.

"Yes," said Taro. The two of them then put down their umbrellas and turned towards Lennon.

Suddenly the wind blew louder and the umbrella thrown by Lennon shifted towards the river. The umbrella got ingrained on the surface of the river and then drifted away.

Lapen and Taro laughed. "That's why you don't have much style, Lennon," Lapen said. The three of them then ran by the river to cut in and take Lennon's umbrella.

After getting Lennon's umbrella, they sat back down and continued fishing without an umbrella.

"How many fish have we got?" ask Lapen to his two best friends.

"Lennon got eight, I got twelve. How much did you get, Lapen?" taro asked after counting the fish in Lennon's bucket and his bucket.

Lapen turned to the bucket beside her. After counting, he said, "I got fifteen. Enough yet, Taro?"

"No, yet" answered Taro briefly. He put the fish he just got and threw the fishing hook back into the river. "It takes about fifty fish for tomorrow's wedding, Lapen. More is getting cool. Uncle Prapto and Nimo will definitely be happy with this gift.”

"At last they got married too, yes" Lennon said. "Who will you marry?"

Lapen and Taro laughed. Lapen said, "We're still eight years old, Lennon, you don't have to think about it now."

***

Mr. Rodi, or also often called the Village Poet Kejora, offers his backyard adjacent to the Prapto house to serve as a place to cook wedding dishes.

Thus if there is a wedding or a Thanksgiving event in the village Kejora. When a house holds a celebration or wedding, the house does not need to spend a lot.

Kejora villagers will be happy to present their crops and livestock for the purposes of the event. It had become an unwritten tradition in the village of Kejora.

Mr. Oscar and Bu Inari stood at the door of the Prapto and Nimo gardens to receive and collect the crops delivered by the residents. Since this afternoon the residents have continued to arrive and most of them are still wearing gardening clothes.

The Prpato family and Pinaka family are constantly mumbling in amazement at how peaceful and serene the atmosphere in Kejora village, a dream village that is not widely known and always escapes the media.

If there were any media who wanted to cover, as Mr. Oscar had said, they would not get permission.

From outside the fence, three umbrellas appear red, yellow, and green in. Each of the umbrella holders carried a bucket with them. They did not stop in front of Mr. Oscar and Bu Inari, but continued to enter the garden approaching Prapto and Nimo who were chatting with Mr. Purnomo.

"It's a wedding gift from us to Uncle Prapto and Uncle Nimo" Lapen said, after he and his two best friends put their respective buckets down.

Prapto and Nimo stood up and looked at the contents of the three buckets.

"About fifty fish. That's a lot, boss," Nimo said. He looked at Lapen and his two friends,

"Thank you very much, Lapen, Taro, and Lennon" Prapto said. "Come, come sit down! I'll make you coffee." Prapto then walked to the garden kitchen building, while Nimo brought the fish to where the Kejora village mothers would cook later in the afternoon.

After Lapen, Taro, and Lennon sat down, Pak Purnomo frowned. "From what time did you fish that much?" tanyakanya.

"From six in the morning, Mother," replied Lennon.

Mr. Purnomo shook his head. "Crazy, you guys are really the masters of fishing." He then lit his cigarette.

Mr. Oscar stepped in front of the fence. He turned his head left and right to see if there were still any Kejora villagers to come. After he made sure no more people would come, Mr. Oscar turned around and approached Mr. Rodi who was opening jackfruit and coconut with other fathers.

"It all seems, Mr. Rodi. Come on, let's take the gifts from the citizens and start cooking them" Mr. Oscar said. He stepped over to where the gifts were gathered. But only halfway through, Mr. Oscar and all the citizens simultaneously turned towards the fence.

A heavy honking sounded from the fence, and an American-style black truck came into the courtyard of Prapto's house. Three men got off the truck.

The one who got off the steering door was Mr. Gumiro. This time he was different with berewok half of which was white and wearing a pink checkered shirt, with blue jeans. From the door one more, down Mr. Handoko who wore a blue shirt patterned with flowers and black basic pants.

The one who came down after Mr. Handoko was someone who no longer needed to be named, because who was unfamiliar with the old man who always wore green clothes.

Today the old man chose a green shirt patterned with brown dry leaves with basic pants that are also green. Somewhat contrasting indeed, but her magic-like smile of cherry, made the all-green clothes she was wearing suddenly seem harmonious.

Nimo and Prapto emerged from the garden door to approach the three newly arrived fathers with Mr. Oscar and Timo who had already arrived yesterday.

Mr. Reynaldi Green then opened the back door of the truck. Everyone who was there could see in the truck there were two wardrobes, two sleeping mattresses, and also a relaxing table equipment complete with chairs. And a number of boxes containing plates and glasses.

"For you, Nimo, Prapto," said Mr. Gumiro, smiling.

The goods were then transported by the youth of Kejora village along with a middle-aged man who was Stepen's age.

Prapto and Nimo thanked him while shaking hands with their three old friends. They then went to the front of the garden kitchen building to chat.

***

At his house, Mrs Rine who is Mr. Rodi's wife has just finished cleaning. He opened the curtain of the room where Arini and Pinaka were chatting.

Bu frowned seeing Pinaka sitting in front of the mirror, staring at his own figure while crying. Arini sat on the bed without saying. He watched Pinaka as he was guessing what made the future wife of Prapto shed tears.