Broken Glass
Chapter 14
“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 told me that he pretended to be a buyer and saw the agreement, it turned out that it was a sale 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 was forced to do it,” Dayan replied with a bow. “If I invite Mom, I will definitely not want to,”.
“Obviously I don't want to, sir. Owe the same loan shark is the same as looking to die. I also don't want to be in debt for anything unclear. Especially for a young wife, Father. Continue that yesterday pas autograph use my original ID?” cecar Bestari again.
“Iya.”
“Means you secretly took my ID in the wallet?” Bestari stared intently at her husband.
“Iya.”
“Astaghfirullah hal adzim. Turns out you besides lying also like to steal now? I really don't accept it, sir. First my signature was falsified, both my ID cards were taken without permission. I can report Mr and Royani to the police for falsifying the signature.”
“If Royani is reported, I can also go to jail, Mom.”
“Let you both be in jail. You guys have committed a crime. Dare to do yes must dare to take responsibility. Don't just play run away. The coward is his name. How to want to be free.”
“I'm sorry, Bu.”
“Nak if everything is done just by apologizing. Anyway I don't accept.” Bestari's chest went up and down because of emotions. Every confession that came out of Dayan's mouth further inflamed him. I don't know what happened to her husband, it looks like he doesn't know Dayan anymore.
“I also had to do it, Mom. If my debt application is approved by the bank it will certainly not be like this,” Dayan said.
“Why do you want to obey all the will of the actor? Father to give up the house that we have built with great difficulty for the sake of Royani. During my time as a wife, you never made such a great sacrifice. Why, Sir?”
“Because he has nothing, Mom. If Mother ‘kan already rich, have nothing.” Dayan.
“Oh, so so. Thank you for being considered rich and having nothing. I can live alone, sir. If you want, I can still find a husband if we get divorced, sir.”
“We will not divorce. I'll never divorce Mom.”
Bestari smiled cynically. “Nak just don't want to divorce. After everything you did with me and the kids? Do you know kalaus has hurt our hearts so much?”
“Yes, I know, Mom. That's why I'm sorry. Anyway, everything happened. Now we are both looking for a solution so that this house does not fall into the hands of the donor,” Dayan said with smart ass.
“OK, I want us to both find a solution, but that does not mean I forgive the behavior of Mr and Royani. I only regret this house if it gets sold. How we fought to build a house so that it is now. Remember, Sir! I did it for the sake of this house not for anything else.”
“I still did not receive my signature forged and my ID misused. For the time being, I will ignore that,” continued Bestari.
“Iya, Mom. Thank you.”
“I'll think of a solution with Mas Wildan. If you can find other solutions besides selling this house later we can consider.”
Dayan. “My resolution is only one, Mom, which is to sell this house. Erwin called me yesterday. He said someone would buy for six hundred and fifty million, but later still cut four hundred and fifty million as a link a hundred as well, so later we receive a hundred million.”
“No! No.” Bestari shook her head. “Who knows it's just their trick. Don't want to be fooled by them again why the hell, sir. It is easy to trust others as long as they are given the promise of sweet.”
“That's ‘kan also because of your own stupidity. Try not to owe the same loan shark definitely will not be like this.”
“Yes, how else, Mom. I also had to do it.”
“Yes, because you feel sorry for Royani, but do not feel sorry for me. You two made a mistake, but I got in on it. Father, indeed never think and pity me.” Bestari again expressed her frustration.
“I also pity Mom. If I don't feel sorry, I won't take Mom anywhere,” Dayan said.
“Oh, so all this time you've been doing that out of pity for me. I think because of the responsibility of the Father as a husband,” said Bestari.
Dayan was silent, no longer telling.
“Try now you think, have you been able to be fair so far have two wives?”
Dayan. “Numbers, Bu.”
“If you can't be fair why dare to have a wife again?”
“I ‘kan already said that pity Royani, Bu.”
“That's just your excuse. If there are five widows, all of whom ask to marry the Father, would you marry them all out of pity?”
Dayan was silent, looking down.
“Jawab, Sir! Don't just shut up like that!” hardik Bestari's.
“Ya, no, Bu.” Dayan finally let out his voice despite shrillness.
“If not, why do you feel sorry for Royani? Do you like ‘kan with his woody style? Or like the service? Mas Wildan just does not like to see his style, why would you like. Your taste is low, sir.”
Dayan was silent again.
Bestari then let out a long sigh repeatedly. “Starting Sunday tomorrow, me and the kids will be staying at the shophouse. I hope you allow. Although I am very angry with you, but I still appreciate you as a husband. As a wife, I had to ask permission before I lived there. Father allows ‘kan?”
Dayan was silent, not saying.
“I think this is the best thing for us in the meantime. We can look at each other. Honestly, I'm tired of fighting with you every day. If I had heart disease I might be dead, sir. Or maybe you even like it if I die, so you can be free with Royani and take whatever I have. Our wealth should be for our children, not for others. Ah, yes I forgot. Royani is the wife of the Father, not someone else.”
“Do the children know about this, Mom?” ask Dayan later.
“Which one?” Bestari asked back because she did not know what Dayan meant. About their households that are on the verge of collapse or about moving house.
“Move to shophouse,” replied Dayan.
“They already know and want to come with me stay at the shophouse. So, how? What do you allow?” Bestari stared intensely at Dayan.
“I ...”
