Broken Glass

Chapter 3

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

"What, Sir?" asked Bestari who was not sure what her ears heard because of Dayan's slow tone of voice.

"I mortgaged this house" Dayan repeated. This time his voice was more audible.

Netra Bestari. "Oh my God, sir. Astaghfirullah. Astaghfirullah azim." He was so surprised that he said Istighfar so many times. It stroked his chest that was going up and down because it was holding back emotions. Who is not emotional to hear the confession of Dayan who secretly mortgaged the house that became their residence all this time.

Meanwhile Dayan just silently looked down. Waiting for a response from his wife. The side of his heart felt guilty to Bestari, but how else, the rice had become porridge. He has already done this high-risk thing.

"Ja—so this house has been mortgaged, sir?" bestari asked after she regained her composure even though her chest still looked up and down quickly. Even if you are angry, the logic should go on.

Dayan. "Yes, Mom. And, in another month and a half if I can't make up, this house will be taken as a funder."

Bestari who was still surprised by her husband's initial confession, became even more shocked. His head suddenly turned. His body felt weak hearing the second confession. Fortunately, he was in a sitting position, try standing up. Maybe his body will sag itself to the floor.

Bestari tried to control herself again. With the remaining energy he had, he pondered what Dayan had said. The house is mortgaged and will be taken with the funders. Wait, pendana? What does that donor mean?

"Sir, who is the donor? Where did you pawn the house?" asked Bestari who was confused.

"The sandalwood is the one who has the funds. Who gave me debt. Yes pawn it to the donor, Mom," explained Dayan kalem.

"Surely, how much debt does he owe to have to mortgage this house?" urged Bestari who was curious.

Dayan took a deep breath before answering. "Three hundred million, and must be returned four hundred and fifty million."

Netra Bestari is back. "What's? Three hundred million and the flowers one hundred and fifty million? That's a loan shark. Rentenir, Sir. So, you owe me a loan shark?" Bestari made sure of the stupid things her husband did.

Dayan nodded and chose to remain silent.

"Oh my God, sir. Four hundred million is not a little money. That's a lot. How did you return it? Dad's salary has not been spent a month and always ask me if less." Bestari's forehead is getting shriveled. I can't stop thinking about her husband's short mind.

"That's why I had to sell this house to pay for it, ma'am. Whether you agree or not, this house must be sold. From this house just disappeared taken by the same donor," said Dayan.

"Mortgaging this house means that the certificate was taken with the loan shark?" ask Bestari.

"Yes, there are kept the same notary," replied Dayan.

"Well there's a notary of all, sir?"

"Yes, I signed the agreement in front of the notary" Dayan explained.

"Where does the covenant go?"

"Yes there, Mom. Saved by his notary."

"Father is not given a copy of the same as a notary?"

Dayan. "No, Mom."

Bestari took a long breath. Restraining his emotions because of the stupidity of the husband. "You should have asked for that letter of agreement. The name of the agreement letter is that both parties must have a copy of each," explained Bestari. "Don't you ask for a copy?" tanyanya.

"I asked, but not to be loved, Mom."

"His notary doesn't really mean that" said Bestari. The woman again took a long breath. Okay, he's not gonna extend the deal. It's better to pick up something else that he thinks is more important.

"Sir, what is that debt for? What's making that investment you said?" bestari asked calmly even though anger was still in her heart.

"I—iya."

"Oh my God, sir. Three hundred million is a big number. If the money is carried away the same people who hijak investment how? I didn't get anything and the house was gone." Bestari evaporates her emotions. How not emotions if up to hundreds of millions of money just vanished.

"Mother take it easy, the person will not cheat. I trust him." Dayan convinced his wife.

Bestari. "Are you sure?"

Bestari became more curious. He should calm down. "I want to know who the investment father is?"

"The same people of court descent."

"His name?"

"Raden Panji."

"What is that person you always meet when you leave after work?" Bestari looked at her husband, intending to find a lie there.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you know Raden Panji?"

"Yes, introduce the same people."

"Who's the guy?" asked Bestari still calmly.

"My acquaintance" answered Dayan.

"Office friends?"

Dayan. "Yes, just my acquaintance. He's a trustworthy man."

Bestari is back. "Father can easily trust the same people who are new to the world, but do not believe in their own family. I'd like to meet that same old man."

Dayan immediately looked at his wife. "Make what, Mom?"

"Yes, I just want to know what kind of person and want to ask why you took part in the investment that is not clear," said Bestari.

Dayan. "No need. Let it be my business with him. Now we think about how we can pay off my debt and take that certificate back. The only way is to sell this house. Or if you can borrow it to the bank or to Mrs Heni."

Bestari's head suddenly dizzy thinking about how to get hundreds of millions of money in just one and a half months. If it was only tens of millions, he could still work on it, but hundreds of millions? Borrowing money on a friend with a nominal amount that feels impossible. Moreover, he also could not promise when he could return the money.

Bestari closed her eyes and started breathing more calmly. He took a deep breath, then exhaled through his mouth slowly. The activity was carried out several times until it felt calm. If he is calm, he can think clearly.

"Sir, I'm still curious about the acquaintance of the Father, actually who is he until you believe just like him?" asked Bestari in a calm state.

"I told you so let it be my business" replied Dayan, who Bestari believed must be hiding something from her.

"Am I wrong to want to know, sir? I'm your wife, sir. If something happened to you, people would ask me. Then if I don't know how? What kind of wife am I." Bestari tried to persuade her husband to be honest.

"Yes, not wrong. I just don't want Mom to be thinking about that. I'm focused enough on my main problem." Dayan still insisted on keeping his mouth shut.

Bestari became increasingly curious and suspicious of Dayan's attitude. Why does her husband cover up so much for people who have invited her to invest? Not Bestari name if you just give up.

"The introduction of the Father is a woman?" guess Bestari. She smiled faintly as she saw her husband shocked at her guess. That means right guess.

"I—ya," replied Dayan who was getting nervous.

"Worthy of you easy to believe," cynical Bestari who has memorized the nature of her husband who easily reached out to a woman.

"What's his name?" asked Bestari in a soft but pressure-filled tone.

"Royal. Um, Mom, in—dia it—" Dayan rubbed his nape.

"Royal? She why?" Bestari frowned.

"Di—dia is actually my young wife."

"Huh? Who?"