What a Beautiful Divorce

83. Request from Mr. Oscar

The early morning bird sings like a welcome back to the sun that appears slowly at the eastern end. His light infiltrated the crevices of clouds, tree cracks, to the cracks of Kejora village houses, including the house of Prapto from the roof chimney was emitting smoke.

“Mas, it's morning. Mas!” Pinaka shakes Prapto's shoulder. He brought breakfast on a plate he had not served. “I've prepared one of Mas.”'s favorite breakfasts

Prapto sat up and smiled. “Thank you, Pinaka. How good is it that I have breakfast first or take a shower before breakfast?”

Pinaka laughs. “No need to shower, Mas. Without even a shower Mas still handsome.” He stood up, took a towel, and gave it to Prapto.

Prapto smiled and went to the bathroom. After finishing his bed, he and Pinaka had breakfast on the terrace while chatting.

“By the little bridge it's nice there's the fish, huh, Pinaka? I just thought about it now,” Prapto said as he chewed on toast. He saw the bridge of his house that connects the courtyard part of the fence with the yard near the terrace of the house, under which there is a clear ditch as wide as two and a half meters.

“Iya, Mas, ornamental fish seems to be good.” Pinaka took a sip of tea and then took the toast. “Later to eat, Mas, the fish?”

“Stop me buy, Pinaka, just as I'm going to town with Mr. Purnomo. If there are no interesting ornamental fish, I just move ornamental fish in our garden pond.” Prapto lit his cigarette. “No need, Pinaka. In the village Kejora trench ecosystem is already available more than enough food for the fish later. You like ornamental fish that color what?”

Pinaka. “As long as the fish color is bright I like, Mas. When is Mas going to town with Pak Purnomo?” tanyakanya.

“Tomorrow. You and Arini will wait for us here or at Arini's house?”

“Not yet, Mas, I asked Arini first later. We also have plans to go to Bu Intan's house tomorrow,” Pinaka replied.

From the fence of the house, it looks like Nimo came with his motorcycle riding Arini. He passed a small bridge and continued into the courtyard parking his motorbike.

Arini immediately approached Pinaka, while Nimo lit a cigarette before sitting on the terrace. “I love to cross that little bridge of yours, Boss,” Nimo said, laughing.

Prapto laughs. “Bridge and swing it plays a big role in beautifying my house, Nimo.” Prapto turned to the two-seat swing in his yard. In the framework of the swing spread the vine trees that he planted for Pinaka. “Pak Purnomo has prepared a painting that will be sold tomorrow, Nimo?”

“Already, Boss. Boss already know where to sell it?” Nimo pulled the bench next to Prapto and sat down.

“I've contacted my friend, Nimo. He's gonna take us to the place where we sell paintings. Who will buy the painting Mr. Purnomo already sent a photo of his painting and he agreed to buy,” answered Prapto.

“That means tomorrow all you need to pay attention to is Mr. Oscar's car fuel, Boss, so we don't push anymore,” Nimo said, laughing.

Pinaka and Arini go inside the house to cook, while Prapto and Nimo go to the garden to take care of their livestock and crops.

***

“You're the same age as Mr. Kades, right, Pur?” ask Bu Kinasih to Mr. Purnomo.

Mr. Purnomo who was putting the painting into a smiling bag. “Over old Oscar is from me, Brother. I called the name because since childhood I have been friends with Oscar.”

Bu Kinasih nodded. “What time are you coming home?”

“Sore or at most nights I'm back, brother. I went with Oscar.”

“Pak Kades tagged?”

“No, Brother. He said he wanted to renovate his cattle house. Where was my nephew, Brother?” Mr. Purnomo looked around looking for Nimo.

“Ya. I say goodbye, yes, Brother, pray for a sellout.”

“Definitely, Pur. Be careful on the road,” said Bu Kinasih.

It turned out to be true, Nimo was busy chatting with her father and Prapto. Mr. Purnomo said goodbye to Mr. Dwipangga and he, Nimo, and also Prapto walked to the house of Mr. Oscar who was not far from there to take a car.

Upon arriving at Mr. Oscar's house, Mr. Purnomo was asked to check Mr. Oscar's car first. Uncle Nimo immediately approached the car that Mr. Oscar had parked in the yard. When Prapto and Nimo were about to get in the car, Mr. Oscar held them and invited them to chat on the porch bench.

“Hah? Are you serious Mr Kades?” prapto asked, after Mr. Oscar explained something to him and Nimo. Nimo who sat beside Prapto frowned in disbelief.

“Pak Village Chief is not kidding, right?” ask Nimo.

Mr. Oscar nodded with a smile. “Do I look like I'm kidding? I'm serious, Nak Prapto, Nak Nimo. Purnomo was my best friend since childhood. You know what your uncle is, Nimo. If I told you straight away, obviously he would refuse, so, I think this is the only way. I'm counting on you guys. I went back first, yes, continued the renovation.” Mr. Oscar patted Prapto and Nimo on the shoulder and went to his garden.

“Why should we, Boss?” tanya Nimo bobbing head.

Prapto shook his head. “That's also what I want to ask you, Nimo. How?”

Nimo scrunched her face, thought, then picked up the phone. “Try me to ask Mas Stepen first.” Nimo then types a text message for Stepen. Shortly after, his phone rang.

“Halo, Mas.”

“Halo, Nimo,” greet Stepen from across the phone. “I've sent some locations that I got from the internet, you guys just check later to those locations. Oh yeah, did something my in-laws told you?”

“Good, Mas, thank you. Ada, Mas,” replied Nimo. “Mertua Mas make a surprise early in the morning.”

There was Stepen laughing. “I was also shocked at first, Nimo, but He seems to be serious about it. Good luck, yes.”

“Iya, Mas. Later if in the locations that Mas sent did not meet, we will ask around.”

“Okay, Nimo.”

Right after Stepen turned off the phone, Mr. Purnomo came to the terrace. “It's ready. The gasoline is also enough. Come on Prapto, Nimo!” bring him.

Prapto and Nimo stood up. They looked at each other for a moment and stepped into the car.

***

On the way, Mr. Purnomo, Prapto, and Nimo chatted about painting, food, and about rock music.

“I love the Soldier of Fortune by Deep Purple. You guys know that song?” ask Mr. Purnomo.

“This is not it, Sir?” Prapto connected the car speaker cable to his phone and played the song that was just said by Mr. Purnomo.

“One time right!” said Mr. Purnomo, smiling. He followed the song while driving.

Prapto and Nimo noticed how Purnomo was so fond of the song, as they thought of Mr. Oscar's words.