Broken Glass

Chapter 12

“I actually already know that Mr. Dayan borrowed money from loan sharks and had a young wife,” Wildan said.

“What?” yelled Bestari who was surprised. “Sorry, Mas,” he said later after realizing that his voice was very loud.

“It's okay, Mom. I understand kok.” The man smiled.

“How did Mas Wildan know ahead of me?” asked Bestari after she was calmer.

“A week ago Mr. Dayan came here, ask for help just as I pretended to be a buyer of Mother's house. Father came here with Royani, his young wife.”

“So, Mas Wildan have met Royani?” bestari Tukas.

Wildan's unemployed. “Iya, already. I even have a picture of him. I took it quietly while they were here. Yes, she's sitting where Mom's sitting now. I will send it to her photo. Have you ever met that woman?”

Bestari. “Never, Mas. But I've seen her videos crying about not wanting to divorce my husband. How did Mas Wildan continue?”

“Yes, I asked you why you borrow that much money. He said to pay for leasing a car that's almost due. I asked him how long he had known Mr. Dayan, he said it had been eight years. To my mother did not I?” ask Wildan.

“Iya, ngaku to me also eight years know. But according to my husband, they married him for only three years. I don't know who's right. Oh God, Mas, it turns out that all this time I was lied to my husband. Once he was, it seemed calm but his behavior, astaghfirullah.” Bestari stroked his chest.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm really upset with Mr. Dayan. I said Mr. Dayan was stupid. Just like that rich woman. Royani is only using Pak Dayan only. He always said Mr. Dayan was good. Yes, it is good because it is given anything with Mr. Dayan." Wildan was a little emotional.

"Yes, Mas. Why marry Royani? Reply pity. I said it was impossible because pity must have liked him too, but he said no. If he doesn't like it, he should be able to refuse. My husband wants that woman, too" snarled Bestari.

"Yes, right, Mom."

"When did my husband come here with that woman?" ask Bestari who is starting to focus again.

Wildan stayed a moment, trying to remember. "Your Friday, ma'am."

Netra Bestari. "Just yesterday?"

"Yes, Mom. You see, I remember it was a hurry to go home because I wanted to pray Friday. So at that time I went to the notary's office pretending to be a buyer so I could see the agreement."

"Well, what's the deal, Mas?"

“Yes, such as land and house sale and purchase agreement in general, Bu.”

“Kok sale and purchase agreement anyway, Mas. They ‘can his business accounts receivable?” Bestari's forehead shrinks.

“They are already networked, both inviting, who have funds and also notary parties. Who invites it will find prey in the banks. They will approach people who can't go into debt at the bank and if it can be played. Berkok lent money, but later yes finally take land or people's homes far below the normal price,” added the bespectacled man.

“Yes Allah, how evil are they, Mas.”

“Yes that's how their important work can be money by all means. Oh yeah, Mom, there's one more I haven't told you.”

“What, Mas?”

“When I saw the letter of the sale and purchase agreement I saw there was a signature of Mother there.”

“What? My signature? No way, Mom. It must have been faked,” said Bestari who began to return emotions.

“Yes, it is, Mom. After I saw the signature I asked them what is the signature of the woman who was with Mr Dayan? And they answered yes. Immediately I said, this signature has been faked. I know very well who Mr. Dayan's legal wife is and is not this woman. This agreement is invalid. I continue to invite Mr. Dayan to come out.”

“Because I wait for Mr. Dayan not also out, I immediately call in front of the notary's office. After that, Mr. Dayan just came out. Come on sir, let's just go home. Not true, I said. Mr. Dayan said yes later will follow. Keep me ordered not to let Mr. Dayan want to sign anything. Said yes. Yes already, I believe, Bu.”

“Because it was the Friday prayer time, I immediately went from there in the hope Pak Dayan followed. I repeatedly looked from the rearview mirror, but did not see Mr. Dayan following. I still tried to contact you many times, but not appointed. Finally I went straight to the mosque only for Friday prayers.” Wildan paused for a moment to take a breath.

“I came back here after Friday prayers, it turns out Mr and Royani have been waiting for me here. I asked Royani why she faked my signature, saying it was God's will. And she just obeyed what her husband told her. Mom, I felt angry at that time. I said it's a forgery, it's already in the criminal domain. If until Bu Bestari demands, then they can be jailed.”

“After I railed against them, Royani finally went home first because he said there was a need. So Mr. Dayan and Royani come here with their own motorbike, but fit into their notary with a piggy bank. After Royani left, I scolded Mr. Dayan for wanting to sign if he had forged a signature. Know not Mom, answer Father what?”

“Because pity Royani?” guess Bestari.

“Betul. Mr. Dayan said he felt sorry for his wife alone in the room around big people. I said, Father is a moron, why would you want to sign. Let Royani sign it because she fakes it. Many times I kept saying pity. I told you like this, l*nte rich is just bought, sir. He was just using the kindness of Mr.”

“So he said Royani promised to return the money paid by the loan shark. Do you know whose money it's actually using?” ask Wildan.

Bestari. “Know me yes to join the same business people palace, Mas. Is the money used with Royani?”

Wildan's unemployed. “Iya, they borrow three hundred million rupiah, pay to the broker seven and a half million, the rest is Royani who holds.”

“Astaghfirullah hal adzim.” Bestari said Istigfar many times after hearing the reality that so stifled his chest. His mind was still trying to digest what he had just heard. How could her husband be willing to sacrifice anything for the sake of his wife while Dayan always depended on her. Bestari's chest rose and fell rapidly due to the emotions she felt.

Wildan who saw that became concerned. “I have a solution that might help, do you want?”