What a Beautiful Divorce

100. The Summer Festival

“How, Purnomo?” Mr. Oscar turned to Mr. Purnomo who had just come from the village hall.

“All ...” Mr. Purnomo stopped his words, when he saw Mr. Oscar gesturing by raising his hand which was holding the shell.

“Sit first, Pur. You're not tired of standing still?” ask Mr. Oscar, laughing.

Mr. Purnomo laughed back, then sat in front of the terrace of the village hall. He lit a cigarette.

“No, Oscar. The sky was a little cloudy, the air was cold. This weather does not quickly make you tired. All the race preparation is done, Oscar, just waiting for the whole community to come to start the race. I miss the Kejora village festival,” said Mr. Purnomo.

Mr. Oscar ignited the shell that he had been holding since. “Thank you, Purnomo.” Then he nodded. “It has been a year, yes, Pur, you did not attend the Kejora village festival.”

Mr. Purnomo nodded. “Iya. I'd love to go to that fishing festival yesterday, Oscar. I saw in your WA story and Mr. Uto, your grandson and his two best friends won.”

“Iya, Pur. Almost every day they go to the river to find a good fishing spot and research bait.”

“They three are indeed cool and smart, Oscar. I salute them when I hear they want to pursue about wheat crops and how to make bread.” Mr. Purnomo smiled. “You're coming, right, painting race later?”

Mr. Oscar's face looked excited. He's sycantic. “Of course, Pur. I love painting,” he replied. “But I still haven't decided what season painting theme will be.”

Mr. Purnomo scrunched his face, thinking. Mr. Oscar watched her, waiting for her best friend to give her advice.

“I see you're quite proficient and love to paint flowers, Oscar. Maybe a spring-themed painting will suit you,” said Mr. Purnomo.

Mr. Oscar nodded. “It looks like your suggestion that I will wear it later, Pur,” he said. “Thank you, yes.” He sipped his coffee.

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Mr. Purnomo nodded with a smile. His wife then came to bring coffee, then returned to the place where the mothers and women were cooking.

People still arrive at the gate of the village hall. On the lawn covered by grass has now been lined with canvas, and in front of each canvas has stood the participants who have come to bring their painting equipment.

Smoke seemed to have billowed from the furnaces set up next to the village hall building, meaning the women who had not participated in the painting race had already started cooking.

The rules of the painting race at this summer festival are simple. The theme of his paintings is about the four seasons, the paints used are not specified in number, and the paintings must be pure without seeing examples on mobile phones or books.

The arrival of Kejora villagers in the village hall was closed by Lapen and his three friends. The three of them directly attached the canvas side by side and took out each other's painting equipment.

Prapto set up a canvas on the left of Taro, and Nimo on the right of Lennon, while Lapen was in the middle of them.

Across from Prapto, it turns out that the owners of the company who work with the Kejora village, namely Pak Gumiro, Pak Handoko, and Pak Reynaldi Hijau have been present. Whether they were good at painting or not, but in front of them each now stood a painting canvas.

Mr. Purnomo who had been introduced to the three fathers of the businessman was stunned to see Mr. Reynaldi's canvas from his seat. The entire canvas has been coated with green paint.

Mr. Oscar has stood before the citizens. He re-ignited his dead shell, looking at the citizens for a moment. After welcoming the three entrepreneurs who cooperated business with the village of Kejora, Mr. Oscar opened a summer festival.

With the opening of the festival, the painting competition began. Mr. Oscar went straight to the front of his canvas, took a brush, and made three colors to combine into the sky.

It takes at least four or five types of brushes to paint with painting techniques taught by Mr. Purnomo. One of the brushes will not be painted, as it will only be used to mix and smooth the paint on the canvas.

The summer festival lasts until the afternoon and is closed with a meal. Delicious dishes are served at tables in various places in front of the village hall.

The smell of delicious food made Lapen, Taro, and Lennon want to jump on one of the tables and devour everything.

“Later first.” The one who spoke was Mr. Oscar. He stood behind three friends who were staring at all the dishes. “After the dishes have been placed on the table everything, you can jump there.”

“Old no, Cake?” ask Lapen. After that, he turned back to the dishes.

“Not until ten more minutes,” replied Mr. Oscar. He then passed, approaching Pak Purnomo to talk about the race.

After eating, residents noticed the finished painting, which lined the courtyard of the village hall.

Mr. Purnomo walked along the paintings while carrying a book. He assessed and then recorded the value he gave to the paintings.

The last painting that was judged by Mr. Purnomo was the painting of Mr. Reynaldi Green. He was stunned to see her. “Pak Reynaldi Green uses a canvas that is first coated with green paint.

“The painting was good. Her painting prowess is not far below me.” Mr. Purnomo then recorded the results of his assessment into the book.

Pak and Pak Purnomo stepped into the middle of the village hall courtyard. Mr. Oscar then invited his best friend to announce the winner of the race.

Mr. Purnomo noticed the paintings he judged, then turned back to the contestants.

“There are five winners who will get five championship prizes,” said Mr. Purnomo. “But there are still prize packages for all participants, because this race is held not on the basis of competing, but to fill the Kejora village festival event.

“The first voice of the painting competition was really unexpected, namely Mr. Reynaldi Green with a forest door painting on the river bank in spring.”

Mr. Purnomo continues the announcement of the champion. The second champion is Prapto with a sunset painting in autumn. The third champion is Nimo, with a garden painting in the spring. The fourth champion is Mr. Rodi with a riverfront rain season painting.

The fifth champion is Lennon, with his autumn wheat garden paintings. Lapen and Taro lifted his friend into the middle of the courtyard with the laughter of the audience.

Furthermore, after the race prize was given by Mr. Oscar, the Kejora village head gave a miniature gift to the Kejora village children.

Prapto, Pinaka, Arini, and Nimo smiled happily at the joy of the village children receiving gifts from Mr. Oscar.