Broken Glass

Chapter 13

“I have a solution that might help, do you want?” haggar Wildan's.

“If it is good, yes just as you want, Mas,” said Bestari in hopes of solving the problem.

“My advice, Mother looking for money first as much as three hundred million to cover your debt. Just return it anyway. After all, their agreement was also legally flawed because there was a forgery of the signature. I think they want us to be a little threatening to report to the police,” Wildan said.

“Where do I get that kind of money, Mas. Continue later if they ask for flowers how?”

“Borrow brother or bank ‘kan can, Mom. Later after Mother's land sells, it can be immediately closed the loan. If you really want to save that house. So if they ask for flowers, we say, ask Royani because he used the money. How?” Wildan looked at the forty-year-old woman.

“Ya later I try to find a loan first, Mas. Hopefully you can get that amount.”

“Aamiin. If for example later they threatened to imprison Mr and Royani, yes we say please. Tell me Mom doesn't care. I thank you for reporting people who cheated on them. Here Mother ‘kan also the aggrieved party.”

“Iya, Mas. Frankly, I did not accept that my signature was faked. A new lifetime this time someone dared to fake. Let my husband and Royani go to jail. Let them know the taste.”

“Iya, Mom. Let there be a deterrent effect. Otherwise someday they will repeat it again.”

“True, Mas. Dare to do must dare to be responsible.”

Wildan gave a lot of input to Bestari because he felt sorry for the woman. Although Dayan asked for his help first, but he preferred to help Bestari. If you think about why he supports a man who has made a fatal mistake, likes to lie, and betrayed his wife. He better help the wronged woman.

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“Pak, I want to talk,” said Bestari when her two children were in their respective rooms to study.

“Ya, just talk, Mom,” says Dayan while staying busy with his phone.

“Father honestly money borrowed from loan sharks was used by Mr what Royani?” ask Bestari without further ado.

Dayan immediately looked up and stopped his activities playing mobile phones. He was shocked to hear the question from his legal wife. “Why do you ask that?” his forehead looks shriveled.

“Bapak, just answer. Do not need to ask back,” firmly Bestari. “Whose money was used, sir?” ask again.

“Actually the money was used with Royani, but he promised to return it if the land was sold, Mom,” Dayan replied.

Bestari smiled cynically. “Oh so yes, and I believe the same actor?”

“Iya, Mom. He has promised to return,” Dayan said again.

“Why are you so sure? I'm not sure if he wants to return it. That father has been lied to a lot of people still believe it. Ah, yes she is the wife of the Father who always I follow,” cynical Bestari.

“Now this land is being taken care of the certificate, later if it is ready and sold it will be returned four hundred and fifty million, Bu.”

“What proof if the actor can keep his promise?”

“ Anyway I trust him if he won't renege on his promise.” Dayan still insisted on his belief.

“No need, Mom. I trust him. He also has nothing. Pity him the debt has been much,” said Dayan.

Bestari folds her hands in front of her chest. “Oh, so so. You feel more sorry for that actor and don't feel sorry for me? I'm here trying to figure out a way to get this house back. My head feels like it's about to break, sir.”

“Iya, I know, Bu.”

“Bapak actually already love what are the same actors? May the money leftover from the sale of the land of the Father also be given to him? You should still have money at least a hundred million, but now it is habihs.” Bestari looked suspiciously at her husband.

Dayan. “Now.”

“Yes already if you do not want to be honest. Indeed, you defend the actor more than me. Did you also give him money every month?” The mother-of-two continues to urge her husband to confess.

“Yes, but just a little, Mom,” I'm Dayan.

“How little is that? There will be a number,” urged Bestari again.

“Three hundred thousand, Bu.”

Bestari laughs in the. “I'm the legitimate wife of the Father alone never once given a monthly money loh. He whose wife Siri even loved. That's great of you, sir. So the husband in charge is the same as him, but the same I'm a big zero.”

“Free three hundred thousand, Mom. That little money.” Dayan.

“Not a nominal issue of the money, sir. But where the responsibilities of the Father as the same husband I have during this time. Have you ever given me monthly money?” Bestari stared intently at her husband. However, Dayan just silently looked down while looking at his screen.

“Jawab, Sir! Never ‘kan. It was my father who always asked me for money. Don't-don't money that from me too Mr love to the actor! By Allah, I am not sincerely born.” Bestari is really inflamed. His pride was like being trampled on by a woman whose status was clearly lower than her. I want to throw

whatever was nearby was towards Dayan, the man he had married seventeen years ago. However, she was an educated woman who would naturally not do such a lowly thing. He had to vent his anger elegantly. Not by being brutal and rude. That's not his style at all.

“Have no more problems, Mom. I also divorced Royani,” Dayan said casually.

“But I'm still in touch with him ‘kan?”

“Yes, because I'm monitoring the progress of the land sale. No more.”

Bestari took a deep breath and exhaled slowly for a few times to make her more

quieter. If you continue to be emotional, there will be no bright spots later.

“I just met Mas Wildan, sir. He said he had come to the notary, is it true?”

Dayan again gasped at the wife's question. “I—iya correct, Mom. Mas Wildan said anything?”

“He said that pretending to be a buyer and looking at the contents of the agreement, it turns out that it was a sale and purchase agreement and not a debt agreement. Mas Wildan also told me that my signature was faked. Is it true, Sir?” Bestari's sharp gaze can be felt by Dayan who deliberately avoids looking at his legitimate wife.

“Iya, Mom. I had to do it.”