What a Beautiful Divorce

87. Yellow Redness of the Dusk Sky

“This river is still cool as before, Oscar,”, said Mr. Purnomo. He smiled at the clear surface of the river, which rippled in the daytime wind. “Trees where we play hide and seek with Mas Dwipangga and others are still there. The oldest is Mas Nirwana.”

Mr. Oscar smiled while still watching his grandson, Taro, and also Lennon who was bathing in the river. He then turned to Mr. Purnomo and ignited the shell.

Mr. Oscar nodded, looked at the surface of the river, then said, “Now we are elders, yes, Pur. But thankfully, like these old trees, we are still healthy. In big cities, most of our age have many diseases. So in Paris presumably?”

“Samely, Oscar,” replied Mr. Purnomo. Then he lit a cigarette. “Before I came home, a couple who were both thirty-five years old died of complications. They're my neighbors.”

“Food factor, Pur, and also stress. Most people in the city eat unhealthy food, use preservatives and other chemical mixtures. Apart from food, it is also due to their stressed minds and hearts. The percentage of modern human stress levels continues to increase.”

Mr. Purnomo nodded. “Work, madness on money, and also the household are the biggest causes of their stress, Oscar. Things we won't meet in Kejora village. Our village is amazing, I want to live forever.”

“They are crazy, Pur, in my opinion.” Mr. Oscar breathed a peaceful sigh and smiled. “Who will not grow his love for this village? I also want to live forever.”

Mr. Purnomo nodded. “By the way, about love, do you think Rena loves me, Oscar?”

Mr. Oscar coughed with laughter while exhaling smoke. “Which I know, Purnomo. I haven't seen the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, and also the way he's behaving with you. If I have seen all three things, then I can give an answer.”

“At first he was upset with me, Oscar, because of the thing I told him earlier, which I approached him when he was thinking about the pattern of the cloth. But after that .. attitude, manner of speaking, and the way he looked at me changed, like Inari to you, and like Ningrum to me.” Mr. Purnomo let out a long sigh, his face looking sad. “I want to be like Mas Nirwana, Oscar.

“She did not remarry after Ms. Swasti died. But, you alone and Inari heard Ningrum's message moments before he died.”

Mr. Oscar nodded. His face was also sad. “Yes ... Yes, Pur. Ningrum asks you to remarry if there is a woman who will be able to love you like her, because she wants you to have a child that you will later introduce to her through her grave.”

“I can see that on Rena, Oscar,” said Mr. Purnomo, tidying up.

“Call him now, Pur. Ask her answer.”

“Isn't it too soon to ask the answer now, Oscar?”

“Not at all, Pur. As soon as you can judge it, so soon Rena can judge you and decide to grow love for you,” replied Mr. Oscar.

Mr. Purnomo looked at Mr. Oscar with a face asking certainty at the words of the Kejora village chief.

Mr. Oscar smiled. “Rena will love you if she decides to cultivate her interest, respect, and love for you. You don't know about that, huh?”

Mr. Purnomo laughed. “I know exactly, Oscar. I'll call his brother. Thank you for your advice, Mr. Village Chief.”

“Why brother? You want to marry her or her brother?” god Mr. Oscar.

“I don't have Rena, Oscar,” said Mr. Purnomo, laughing. He then called Mr. Akum.

“Halo, Kum!”

“Halo, Purnomo!” I heard Mr. Akum's voice from across the phone. “You sell painting again?”

Mr. Purnomo laughed. He knew Mr. Akum was just talking about asking about paintings. Mr. Akum must have understood that he called to ask Rena. “No, Kum, but in a week it looks like I'm going to sell some paintings. I'm calling to ask Rena.”

I didn't hear Mr. Akum's voice for a while.

“Halo, Mas!”

Mr. Purnomo was stunned. That's Rena's voice, he thought. “Hello, Rena. Howwasyouranswer? Villagers have demoed to Mr. Kades' house asking when will be brought by the teacher to make natural fabrics.”

Rena who had just sounded awkward from her voice, was now laughing. “Mas Seriously? I heard Kejora village is a peaceful and beautiful village, pas’ its inhabitants demo?”

“I can't take a vehicle, Mas. After all, Bang Akum needs a vehicle to go to his gallery,” said Bu Rena.

“I'll pick you up tomorrow. Tell your brother to take a day off work to see the beauty of Kejora village,” said Mr. Purnomo.

After a while there was no answer, Mr. Akum's voice was heard. “Rena was embarrassed to answer him, Purnomo, but he nodded with a shy smile. Ow hell! I pinched it, Pur.”

Mr. Purnomo laughed. “Sorry, Kum, are both of your parents still there? I'd like to meet them to propose to Rena.”

“If my parents were still alive, they would be happy to hear this news, Purnomo. They died seven years ago. You can propose to Rena tomorrow. I wait,” replied Mr. Akum.

“Good, Kum. Thank ye. I'll bring my brother and best friend tomorrow.”

“Okay, Purnomo.”

After Mr. Purnomo put his phone into a shirt bag, Mr. Oscar swung his fist. Mr. Purnomo smiled and also swung a fist.

“Thank you, Friend,” said Mr. Purnomo after his fists and Mr. Oscar's fists collided.

“It seems that someone will remarry this, Taro, Lennon. We ate delicious again,” said Lapen. I don't know when it came, he and his two friends are now standing behind Mr. Purnomo and Mr. Oscar.

Mr. Purnomo and Mr. Oscar looked back.

“Since when are you guys there?” ask Mr. Oscar.

“Since Kek Purnomo seduce by saying villagers Kejora demo at grandfather's house,” answered Lapen. Mr. Oscar and Mr. Purnomo laughed.

“When to marry her, Cake?” ask Taro to Mr. Purnomo. “Let us find river fish.”

“Two days left. Thank you, son, but no need. The show is simple, really. Marry and eat, so that villagers can soon learn how to make natural clothes,” said Mr. Purnomo.

“Means the future wife of Kek Purnomo is a teacher making natural fabrics? Boys can also learn to make natural fabrics later, Cake?” ask Lennon. He, Taro, and Lapen then sat down.

Mr. Purnomo nodded. “Of course you can. And your painting skills will be very useful for slapping patterns on fabrics.”

Lapen, Taro, and Lennon looked excited. Mr. Oscar and Mr. Purnomo looked at the three boys lovingly.

“Let's go home!” bring Mr. Oscar.

***

“Mas, wakeup. Look, the sun is beautiful.” Pinaka shook the sleeping shoulder of Prapto on his lap, on a long bench located in front of the garden pond.

Prapto opened his eyes, looking at Pinaka's face. “You're so sweet, Pinaka.”

Pinaka cheeks flushed. “Ma .. the sun is beautiful twilight, Mas,” he said staggered.

Prapto smiled and sat up. “Come, to the river bank saw the sunset!”

Pinaka nodded. They then walked to the courtyard.

“My waist hug, Pinaka, be friendly,” Prapto said from the top of the bike.

Pinaka laughs. He climbed onto the back bench of the bike, sitting sideways. They then cycled to the village river Kejora, under the reddish yellow of the twilight sky.