What a Beautiful Divorce

95. Wheat and Bread

Pinaka put down his lemon iced tea. “What are you talking about, Mas?” tanyakanya.

Prapto re-ignited his cigarette which had died due to the wind and ignition that was less than perfect. “Cash crusher and How much money we have now reached, Pinaka?”

Pinaka took his phone from inside the bag, opened the note app, then said their amount of money was on Prapto.

Prapto. “Sgratitude.” He thought. Their house has been renovated, their food supply is more than enough because they have a garden. Prapto felt that if they now bought a car, their economy would not be disturbed. “I want to buy a car, Pinaka.”

Pinaka again saw the amount of money on their phones. “It looks like to buy a car has not arrived, Mas.”

Prapto. “Not a new car, Pinaka,” said. “Teman Timo there are those who sell second cars. I can get a discount there.”

“Good, Mas,” replied Pinaka, smiling. “Mas want what kind of car?”

“Look at it later,” answered Prapto, laughing.

“Mas invites guessing, yes?” Pinaka laughed back. “By the way, Mas, Bu Rine told me. When Mas just arrived at the village Kejora, Mas only had a mediocre money to eat after selling a car and buying the land Bu Rine and Pak Rodi. Why is it so close?”

“At first I thought my savings would be enough to buy land, Pinaka. Apparently not, land prices are quite expensive,” Prapto said, laughing. “Nimo was surprised to hear I offered Mr. Rodi to buy my car.

“But I've made a decision. Once I make a decision, I won't change it again. Then Mr. Dwipangga gave me a bicycle and said that if my money runs out before harvest, just eat at his house.”

Pinaka. “If with Mas Timo, Mas friendly karib also?”

Prapto laughed, thinking for a moment where he would start the story of his friendship with Timo. “I'm familiar with Timo, Pinaka, but Timo often pisses me off because he used to support feminists and his style is so wise.

“But even though he was often I was scolded, if I asked for his help, he always came. Plus now that she's no longer supporting feminists and no longer a wise pretender, I'm getting more familiar with her.”

Pinaka laughs. “Mas also has a story, he upper cut cheating Tini.”

Prapto laughed. Then he extended his hand. “Come, we see the sea closer!” bring him. Pinaka grabbed Prapto's hand. They approached the sea until their feet were swept away by the waves.

The moist sea breeze and the salt wafts more and more, waving the hair of Prapto and Pinaka who are now standing staring into the distance in front of them.

The atmosphere on the beach is getting cooler. The sun is getting down, the light makes the golden luster on the surface of the sea appear increasingly clear.

***

“Father want to coffee inside or on the terrace?” ask Ms. Inari. He stood at the door carrying a cup of coffee.

Mr. Oscar who was putting tobacco in his shell turned his head. “On the terrace only, Mom. I'm waiting for Nak Prapto.”

Ms. Inari then sat down and put down the coffee. “Father anyone want to chat with Nak Prapto?” tanyakanya.

“No, Ma'am, I painted the car on him.”

“You can, Sir?”

“Ada.” Mr. Oscar ignited the shell. After exhaling smoke, he said, “Last-lately I've been thinking about our grandson, Bu.”

Ms. Inari looked at her husband. “Why with Lapen, Sir?”

“Kata Lapen, he wants to explore the science of wheat plants, then produce bread and other wheat preparations. He seems to be very interested in wheat, Bu.”

Ms. Inari scrunched her face. “Lapen is still eight years old, sir, isn't it too soon for him to determine the profession?”

Mr. Oscar shook his head. “No, Mom. There is no age requirement for a child to determine the profession he will pursue. It is just the opinion of the modern education system with all the narrowness of their views.

“Modern people tend to force the profession they are interested in for their child to pursue. Our responsibilities as parents only facilitate the interests of the child's profession, Mom, because the one who will live the profession is the child himself.”

Ms. Inari nodded. “I understand, Sir. Do Taro and Lennon also want to learn about wheat, sir? Usually if Lapen has spoken to us or to his parents, it means he has agreed with his two friends.”

“Already, Mom,” replied Mr. Oscar, laughing. “Lapen said, initially they each had different professional interests, but finally they held a discussion on the river while fishing and decided to both explore wheat. Their friendship is close, Bu.”

Ms. Inari smiled. “They three are indeed familiar, sir, funny and smart. So, how do you plan for Lapen and his two best friends?”

Mr. Oscar sighed. “That's what I'm still thinking, Mom. There are no farmers growing wheat in our village. If about teaching them to cultivate wheat, Mr. Krik, her husband Bu Intan can.”

“How about you ask Stepen to grow wheat first with Lapen and his two best friends? Wheat is still a family with rice, sir, I don't think it'll be far from planting it from padi.”, I don't think,

“True too, Mom. Especially with a natural farming system, it will not be complicated. I'll talk to Stepen later, ma'am. If not wrong, the garden land is still empty, can be used Lapen, Taro, and Lennon later.”

Bu Inari smiled. They then both turned their heads because they saw the light from the direction of the reward. The light stopped in the courtyard.

Mr. Oscar and Mr. Inari stood up.

“Where is the car Mr Kades?” ask Prapto who just got off the bike and looked around. He and Pinaka stepped onto Mr. Oscar's porch.

“I put it in Stepen's house, Nak Prapto. How much is the paint price?”

“Hundred percent discount, Mr. Kades,” replied Prapto, smiling. He sat down after being invited by Mr. Oscar, while Pinaka went inside to accompany Ms. Inari to make a drink.

“Thank you, Nak Prapto.” Mr. Oscar understands that Prapto does not want the money replaced.

“Sama-sama, Sir. Sir, I'm going to buy a sedan. Old sedan engine tough like Pak Oscar sedan anything?” Prapto lit his cigarette.

Mr. Oscar mentioned one by one the types of tough-engined sedan cars that he knew. Soon, Bu Inari and Pinaka sat down. They discussed the old sedan car and also about Lapen, Taro, and Lennon who wanted to pursue wheat crops.

***

On a sunny, somewhat foggy morning, Lapen Oscario sits on the wall of her porch awaiting the arrival of Taro and Lennon. He wiggled his feet following the chirping of birds he could see on the branches of the trees at the gate.

Lapen smiles. Today the three of them and Stepen will learn about wheat plants on the internet, then immediately plant them in the garden, because the wheat seeds ordered by Stepen will be until noon.

Taro and Lennon are coming. The three of them stepped into the garden, helped Stepen take care of the livestock and take care of the plants first, then after that sat under a shady tree and began to search about wheat plants.

“It was almost noon, Father,” said Lapen, followed by a nod of his two best friends.

“Iya, Lapen. In a moment if you do not meet also how to grow wheat with a natural farming system, we just sow the seeds in all directions,” said Lapen, laughing.

Taro and Lapen laughed, but not Lennon, he seemed to be thinking.