Broken Glass
Chapter 4
"The introduction of the Father is a woman?" guess Bestari. She smiled faintly as she saw her husband shocked to hear
his 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?" Bestari reflexes screaming. Not sure what he heard.
“My young wife,” repeat Dayan who then looked down.
“What?” Bestari's emotions were instantly at the highest level. Husband who had been relying on him more turned out to have another wife. Giving him a living never, ever, dares to marry another woman.
Bestari's clenched hand held back the anger. If he had martial arts, he would have been beaten up by Dayan to the point of helplessness. However, she was just an ordinary woman whose strength was weaker than her bastard husband.
“Oh so so do you so far. How long have you been married to her?” ask Bestari in a high tone.
“Three years, Mom,” replied Dayan slowly.
“What? Three years?” yelled Bestari again. His chest rose and fell rapidly and his face became increasingly red.
“Yes Allah, so all this time you have lied to me and the children. What the hell is she special? Is he more than me, sir?”
“Nothing, Bu.”
“Nothing? What is the reason you married her? Prettier than me?”
Dayan. “I feel sorry for him, Mom. She just wants me to be her husband. I've introduced another man but he doesn't want to.” Dayan reveals the reason.
“Before marrying him, I had consulted with Ustaz Makruf, he said he could have another wife without having permission first wife,” continued Dayan.
Bestari clenched her teeth. His breathing still sounded harsh as it held back emotions. “Ustaz Makruf said so? That is just an excuse to justify your actions. Surely you also like ‘kan same him?”
“No, Mom. Just plain,” says Dayan.
“Mana may not like it but it's been three years married. I don't want to be cheated on, sir. We're just getting divorced! Let
here's how I'm still doing if I want to get married again!” challenge Bestari.
“I don't want a divorce, Mom. I still like Mom,” refused Dayan.
“If you still like me why you married again, huh?” furious Bestari. “Now I ask for your young wife's number. What was his name?”
“Royani, Bu.” Dayan then sent Royani's number to Bestari.
Emotionally, Bestari then called Royani. Soon his call was answered. “Halo, right
it's Royani?”
“Iya, right. Sorry who is this?” asked Royani from across the phone.
“I'm the legal wife of Mr. Dayan Sumargo,” replied Bestari.
“Oh. Yes, Madam. What's up?”
“The basis of this actor of yours! Already knew Mr. Dayan had a wife who even wanted to marry him. Like no other man alone,” hardik Bestari.
“That's all because of God, Bu.” Royani.
“Do not carry the name of Allah. You are an itchy woman. Perkerer. I like to disturb other people's husbands. You just take Mr. Dayan, I'm no longer willing to be his wife.”
“It doesn't need to be so, Mom. I want to be honey. I'm sincere. Mother stay with Father only. I'm a manut, manut,
Ma'am. I will not demand anything. It is up to you when there is time for me. As usual.”
Royani nodded even though Bestari could not see him. “Iya, Mom. Mr. Dayan is very good people.”
Bestari smiled cynically. “Oh, well yes,” he said while glancing sharply at Dayan. “It is certainly as good as Sir
Dayan?”
“Yes well, Mom. I like it most because my Father worshiped it. Always pray on time in mosque.”
“Oh, so yes. How long have you been in contact with Mr Dayan?” Bestari still scratches information
even though his heart was getting hotter.
“Eight years, Bu.”
Netra Bestari. “What? Eight years?”
“Iya, Mum.”
“You already know ‘kan Pak Dayan has a wife?”
“Iya, I know, Bu.”
“If you know, why would you marry Mr Dayan?”
“That's all because of God, Bu.”
“Do not reason anymore because of God. That's because you're a prankster. I want a divorce from Dayan. Let
he's just like you.”
“If you want to be here with me, yes I will accept, Bu.”
“Ya, you take care of it. I don't care.” Bestari then turned off the phone unilaterally. He then turned to Dayan who had been silently listening.
“So it's been eight years you've been in contact with the actor, sir? It turns out pinter too yes you lied to us all during this,” cynical Bestari.
“I actually want to talk to Mom, but I'm afraid Mom is angry,” said Dayan.
“Yes obviously I'm angry. Who wouldn't be angry if betrayed like this. Try asking which woman would be willing to secretly be met with her husband? Nothing, sir. Now you divorce me, Mr.”
Dayan. “I don't want to, Mom. I'm not going to divorce Mom.”
“But I don't want to be cheated on, sir. Now you choose me or Royani,” firmly Bestari.
“Ak—aku choose Mom.”
“Then divorce Royani now!” bestari's orders.
Dayan obeyed the wishes of his legitimate wife. He typed a message for his wife. “Bism. For the time being I am divorcing you. From now on you are not my wife anymore,” Dayan wrote which was then shown to the wife.
Bestari frowned reading Dayan's writing. “Why is this temporary? Do you intend to return
same with him again?” He stared at the man in front of him.
“We never know what will happen in front, Bu.” Dayan explained the reason.
“Ck. Just tell me you still want to go back to that actor. Already, you do not need to divorce with Royani. We're the ones who got divorced.”
“I won't divorce Mom until anytime.” Dayan remained with his decision.
“Nak you said that, sir. You betrayed me, but you still want to be with me. I don't want to be with you anymore, sir. I don't want us to be together again as husband and wife.”
“I'll divorce Royani now as Mother's wishes.” Dayan deleted the word ‘for the time being’ after it sent that message to Royani. He wanted to show Bestari his sincerity.
“This I sent, Bu.” Dayan showed me his dress.
“Terlarah. I don't care, Mr.” Bestari turned her face. If killing wasn't forbidden, she might have killed her useless husband with a kitchen knife. Daman once Dayan was already playing behind him. This man has always depended on him.
Dayan's phone sounded a sign there was an incoming message. He opened the message that turned out to be from Royani. “I don't want to be divorced, Mas.”
