Broken Glass

Chapter 2

“Can't, this house wants me to sell!” break up Dayan without asking for the opinion of his family members.

“What?” pekik Bestari and Riri together.

Ratna who was studying in the room and heard the shouting voice in the front room immediately came to the three of them. “Why are you the same Sister Riri yelled?” ask her with a frown.

“Bapak wants to sell this house, Na,” replied Riri with an annoyed look.

“What? Want to sell this house? Where do we stay?” yelled Ratna who was also surprised.

“We stay at home that mom bought,” Dayan replied calmly.

“There ‘kan small house, Sir. It also makes plant sales.” Bestari disagreed with her husband's proposal.

“What the hell is selling this house for, sir? Make investments?” There was a look of annoyance on the face of the forty-year-old woman.

“Iya, same for raising Mom's plant business. I don't like the neighborhood here, Mom. I prefer the neighborhood there. I'll also be closer to the office if we move there.” Dayan gave many reasons for his wife and son to agree to his desire to sell the house

Riri shook her head many times. “Not-no. I don't want to move, sir. It's good here again. His house is bigger. Has a large page. The atmosphere is also beautiful, not hot like at home there.” Riri expressed his objection.

Ratna nodded at the elder sister's words. “I don't want to move either, sir. I have a lot of friends here. There I have no friends.” Ratna also expressed her disapproval.

Bestari turned to her husband after listening to the opinions of her two daughters. “That's what you heard yourself, the kids don't want us to move either. It's good to stay here why move. We also know all our neighbors well, Mr.”

“I still want to sell this house,” break up Dayan who still insists on his wishes.

Bestari let out a long sigh, trying to dampen the emotions in front of her two children.

Wanting to get angry, even scratched her husband's face. But detained, so as not to see his baby.

She was so disappointed, her husband darkened his eyes. To risk his home for personal ambition. Even as a wife, she was not invited to confer. Feeling that his existence is not considered at all. His face could not hide the anger that was in his heart.

“Bapak kok selfish anyway just think of yourself,” protest Riri who immediately left the living room and went into his room.

“Yes, selfish father.” Ratna parroted her sister, and she left and went back to her own room. Since Riri entered Junior High, she asked for her own room. So Riri and Ratna have been sleeping separately since three years ago.

Bestari let out a long sigh as soon as her two daughters left. “Bapak so insistent so why the hell, sir? Are you in debt?” ask Bestari carefully.

“No. What debts? I want to join that investment alone,” replied Dayan kalem.

“I know this land belongs to you because it is inherited from your parents. I have no right to interfere. But don't you think about my feelings and the kids? How are our struggles to build this house from zero to what it could be today, sir? It's a pity that this house is for sale.” Bestari took a short breath while calming down.

“I thank you for what you have been all this time. I never demanded that you give me money every month because I already had my own salary. From the beginning of the marriage, my father never gave me money. I'm it's okay. I've been willing to pay for our household needs this whole month out of my paycheck, sir. So, please, reconsider selling this house for that obscure investment. Can ‘kan, Sir?” bestari said softly. The woman looked at her husband with a pleading gaze. It's all he did for his kids. Bestari did not want to make them disappointed so as not to disturb the concentration of learning both his children.

Dayan simply nodded without making a sound. Bestari then breathed in relief.

Time just passed by. There is no talk about investment and plans to sell the house. Their families returned to harmony as usual, yes although there was still a small quarrel between them, but all could be passed. Until a few weeks later.

“Bu, I'm selling this house. I have offered everywhere,” Dayan said as they sat in the living room watching television.

“Bapak kok stay reckless anyway?” Bestari looked at her husband. His forehead shriveled and a sense of annoyance began to attack him.

“I'm not at home staying here, Mom,” I'm Dayan. “Mother is also closer to the office ‘kan when from home there,” he added calmly. Indeed, Dayan is a quiet and explosive man, in contrast to the expressive Bestari.

"Boyou don't feel at home why? Don't make excuses that make up," said Bestari who tried to stay calm even though her heart was upset.

"Yes, the neighborhood, Mom. I don't agree with the people here. I want to live in a similar environment" Dayan said. Indeed, the forty-two-year-old man adheres to different principles from the surrounding residents, so he does not follow some activities that are usually done by the residents.

Bestari's forehead shriveled more and more to hear the reason for the husband's cliche. "In fact, all this time we've been living here is fine, too, sir. We respect them. They respect us too. You even made the chairman of RT the same citizens."

"Just move on, ma'am, once this house is sold." Dayan was well-rounded with his decision.

Bestari became inflamed, even though she had been trying to restrain herself since. "This father, why the hell? As long as I am a wife, you never sting this if you have a desire. Even to the point of wanting to sell the house even though we were opposed. You just tell me honestly what's going on. Don't let anything suddenly happen and I don't know anything" he urged.

"It's okay, Mom. Really." Dayan reassured the wife with a calm face.

Bestari shook her head. She did not want to believe her husband's words. "I can't believe it, sir. It's like he's not the usual father. I've been your wife for seventeen years, so I know there must be something. Come on, Father, tell me what's going on?" Bestari again urged her husband to be honest.

As a woman who has more subtle feelings than men, she has a feeling that something has happened to her husband. Only he doesn't know what it is. Bestari was determined to know what her husband was hiding. Whatever it was, he was ready to hear and prepare his heart. Although what he would hear later might be something very bad and painful.

Dayan took a deep breath. He was silent because he was thinking, how to arrange words so that his wife could accept what he would say later.

"Mom, actually this house has been mortgaged," I Dayan in a slow tone.

"What, Sir?"