Broken Glass
Chapter 17
“How is it, Mas?” bestari asked Wildan after Erwin and Norman left.
“They were actually also scared, Mom, for not wanting to argue and just left immediately,” Wildan replied.
“With them asking Mr. Dayan and Royani to sign a statement if they have faked a signature, it means that they indirectly admit their negligence. If we want to keep going, yes, ma'am, through the law. But maybe later the consequences, you can be jailed,” Wildan continued.
“Yes, he has committed a criminal offense, want to be imprisoned also I do not care, Mas. My heart is already sick. I have been lied to and used a lot during this time with my own husband,” said Bestari with annoyance.
“This all depends on the same decision Mother, if you want to advance to the legal path yes can pass a lawyer. Later my mother will introduce with a lawyer acquaintance of mine if you are willing. Talking is okay. Problems want to use his services or not, later can be considered after meeting with him.”
“Yes, I'll think about it first, Mas. If you want to use a lawyer, you also pay for his services. While my money also mepet, Mas.”
“About the cost, I'll ask him myself because I don't know either. My intention is just to help and connect Mom with him.”
“Yes, Mas. Thank ye. Later I contact Mas Wildan if you really want to use the services of a lawyer.”
“Good, Mom. Then I'll go home first.” Wilda stood up from her seat.
“Ya—ya, thank you once again, Mas. Greetings to his wife.” Bestari stood up and took her guests to the terrace.
After the glasses guy left, Bestari went inside the house. Closing and locking the front door. Then he went out through the side door and locked the door again. He then drove his motorcycle back to the office. The time to go home from work is still one hour away. Actually he could go home directly but the woman wanted to meet with the leader to consult.
Bestari knocked on the open door of the leader. A fifty-year-old woman with a shady face greeted him with a smile. “Come in, Tari,” said.
“Thank you, Ma.” Bestari entered the room. “Sore, Mom. Sorry to interrupt Ms. Sari's time again,” she said.
“It's okay. I thought you were home. Wasn't that permission?” The Bestari leader frowned.
“Iya, Mom. But I came back here again because I want to consult with Mom.”
The fifty-year-old woman nodded. “Let's sit, why is it still standing? He said he wanted to consult. But I can't promise you a solution. Most likely, I can only lighten the burden a little so that your heart is more relieved,” said Sari.
Bestari sat in the chair in front of the leader. “Yes, Mom, it's okay. I already consider this Sari Mother like my own Mother. Mother also already knows my problem with husband, so I better tell the story just like Mom.”
Bestari took a deep breath before speaking. “So failed the negotiation, Mom. My representatives and the party there are both provoked emotions. The party also insisted on not talking about forgery of signatures, ma'am. We tried to bluff if we were going to report them, but I don't know, ma'am. I'm confused now.”
“What are you confused about, Dance?” ask Sari gently.
“I am confused to continue the case for falsifying the signature to the police or not, Mom. But if it goes forward, it means I also have to pay a lawyer. While my money also mepet, Bu.” Bestari took a long breath.
“What are the services of his lawyer?” Sari looked at the woman sitting before her.
Bestari shook her head. “I don't know, Mom. I haven't consulted. Mas Wildan, who's been helping me out, has an acquaintance lawyer. If I want, I can consult him first, Bu.”
“You yourself are steady not using a lawyer? You should also think about the consequences if the case for falsification of the signature is reported to the police. At least you will be questioned by the police. You must also come to court to testify as a witness to the complainant. Are you ready?”
“In addition to the possibility that your husband will also go to prison, are you also ready? At least think about how your kids will feel. It could be that they will be inferior or depressed when their father is imprisoned. They can be a material for friends if anyone knows about it,” continued Sari.
Bestari took a long breath. “Iya, Mom. I thought about that too. How will the children feel if I report the father. But, I really did not accept it because my signature was forged. Especially the same young wife of my husband, Bu.”
“I know how you feel, Dance. I also if you are also definitely going to be angry and not accept. But it's not just that we're angry, there's children among you. Maybe if Dayan wasn't your husband, you'd make the decision easier. Dayan is not just a husband, but the father of your two children, Tari. Think again carefully.” Sari looked back at the restless looking Bestari. His face looked a little chaotic.
“It is also good if you meet with the lawyer for consultation. About any step that can be taken. Either settled peacefully or through a court of law. I think the lawyer can give you some choice because he's a person who knows the law,” Sari's advice wisely.
“About the cost, you don't have to think. If indeed you are not there, I am ready to help,” added the shady-faced woman.
Bestari looked up, looking at the leader. He could not believe the woman before him was offering his help. “Thank you for the offer, Mom. God willing, as long as I can afford it, I will pay for my own lawyer. I don't want to owe Mom. Ms. Sari has been very good with me. Somehow I can reply to it.”
Sari smiled at Bestari. “I'm proud to have employees like you, Tari. Very tough and not easy to accept the help of others. Not bothering others. Always try to do it yourself as long as you can. Sometimes we need the help of others. We do not receive help because we are weak or incapable. But also to appreciate the help others give. Trust me, I sincerely want to help you. You said, I've you think like a mother to you, so what's wrong if a mother wants to help her child?”
Bestari shook her head. “But, I do not want to owe the same Bu Sari.”
“What does a mother give her child help that counts as debt? No ‘kan? I help you sincerely, Dance. Please don't refuse my help this time. Can ‘kan?”
