Broken Glass
Chapter 27
“Assalamu’alaikum. Where do the same kids go? I was at the shophouse,” Dayan asked when his call was answered.
“Wa’alaikumussalam. We want to go to the bookstore, sir,” replied Riri who answered the call because the mother was driving the car.
“After that you guys go home ‘right? You brought your favorite food from XX,” restaurant said Dayan.
“Yes, if you can directly search, sir. If you can't, you haven't come home. Search in other bookstores,” sahut Riri.
Dayan took a long breath. “Whatever hours you go home, I wait,” disconnect.
“We don't know what time we're home. Later if the store closes, you should also go home. No need to wait for us.” Bestari this time the voice. Riri did activate the loudspeaker mode until everything in the car heard.
“You guys in which bookstore? I want to follow you there,” asked Dayan.
“Not necessary, Sir. Yes if later we are still there when you come, if we have gone what is not in vain,” replied Bestari who again told the husband.
“Ya already then, Mom. I was cooking rice, later if you want to eat. All the food I bought I put on the table. Do not forget to be heated or put in the refrigerator if later not eaten,” message Dayan who chose to give up and resigned to the situation.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” The phone was cut off before Dayan could speak again.
“Do I really have no meaning in your eyes?” muttered Dayan listlessly.
The man then stepped out of the shop before the employee closed the shop. He immediately put on a helmet and jacket, then drove his iron horse to a Javanese bakmi shop their subscription. Dayan has not eaten for the sake of eating with his family. Because it was certain that night did not eat with his wife and children, so he was forced to eat alone.
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“How is your land developing?” dayan asked Royani over the phone.
“Still in process. Please help so that it can be quickly completed, sir,” replied Royani.
“Where are you now?” ask Dayan again.
“New home village. I'm being chased by people, sir. I've been slandered with friends,” explained Royani.
“Pursued and slandered how?” A sense of compassion in Dayan's heart.
“I have business with friends. We borrowed money but in my name. My friend ran away, kept me being spelled with debt collector,” confided Royani to attract Dayan sympathy.
“Keep the affairs of the land how?” Dayan asked back.
“This is also being taken care of, sir. Anything if you want to be smooth ‘kan there must be a lubricant. You know for yourself I have no money,” replied Royani again.
“How much do I need to finish quickly? I want my money back as soon as possible,” Dayan said.
“From yesterday asked ten million, sir,” said Royani.
“People promise so, sir,” replied Royani, reassuring Dayan.
“I want to help, but soon the land has to be done. Once the land is sold, I ask for my money back,” said Dayan.
Royani who was across the phone smiled. “I'm sure I'll give it back despite divorce, sir. I ‘kannya already promise to return. I will not run away from responsibility. Time Father does not believe in me,” his promise.
Dayan took a long breath. “Oke, I'll transfer.”
“Thank you. Father, it's very nice. Most understand me.” Royani said various kinds of compliments to Dayan. Making the 42-year-old man into a big head and feel very needed by Royani.
Dayan's smile expands on his lips as soon as he hears the puja and praise from his ex-wife sir. On the one hand, he was already insignificant in the eyes of his wife and children. However, on the other hand there is Royani who makes him feel that he still has meaning. Making it so had thought to re-refer with Royani.
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Sunday morning, Bestari, Riri, and Ratna return home. They want to clean up the things in the house. Do not forget to buy breakfast, drinks, and some snacks for the three of them. Because it can be ascertained there is no food or drink. Arriving there, they saw Dayan sleeping on the sofa, instead of starting to clean up all the things in the house.
Bestari just kept quiet to see the husband who looked relaxed. He was tired of arguing with that stubborn man. It is better to maintain sanity and heart than emotions so ignited because talking to Dayan.
“Riri, Ratna, let's eat first. After that just cleaned your room,” invite Bestari to his two children. He took out three strofoam lunchboxes containing chicken opor onto the dining table without offering Dayan.
“Iya, Ma'am,” says Riri and Ratna in unison. They approached the mother. Each one took a sterofoam lunchbox and sat down in the dining chair. The three mother and and son then enjoyed their breakfast.
“First you guys clean the wardrobe. Choose clothes that are still worn. Separate those that have never been used. If it is still good to be separated from the ugly. Which is still good, we can give to brothers, we donate or we sell. The ugly one we will throw or burn.” Bestari gave instructions to her two children.
“Yes, Bu.” Again the two brothers answered compactly.
“Do not forget the plastic or cardboard is written, which is still used, worth using, and not worth using a marker. Let tomorrow not be confused as all goods are transported and not mistakenly transported. You guys can ‘kan?” Bestari looked at her two daughters in turn.
“Can dong, Mom,” sahut Ratna excited. “If the clothes are finished, I can choose dolls and toys ‘kan, Bu?” tanyakanya. The youngest daughter of Dayan and Bestari was despite being in the sixth grade of Elementary School, but still liked toys.
Bestari. “Bby, but not many-selected. The one you like the most. Others can be given to your little cousins. You will briefly lag SMP, surely also will not have time to play around.”
“Ready, Bu.” Ratna saluted the mother.
“Books also selected ‘kan, Bu?” ask Riri.
“Iya. If it is important and still needed, it is still stored. Which is not used can be given to the younger class or sold,” replied Bestari.
After enjoying breakfast, the three of them went into their respective rooms to sort out and choose their personal items.
Dayan who knew the wife went into the room that used to be the place of their dispute, then followed. He saw Bestari was opening their wardrobe. “Bu, start packing today?” tanyakanya.
Bestari stopped her activities and looked at the man who had been married to her for 17 years fiercely. “If not now, when else, sir? I only have a lot of time on Saturday and Sunday. The Father who is here should begin to squeak. That's also if you care.”
