Broken Glass

Chapter 8

“I actually have a heritage land in my hometown, Mas. But still not done with the certificate. Still haven't broken up because there are families who disagree. I want to sell the land, but it hasn't sold yet. If sold ‘kan can to pay, Mas.”

“Ya just wait until sale,” said Dayan.

“But until when, Mas. The time from leasing is only a month away. Mas Dayan still has land ‘kan to be used as a guarantee?”

“What?” shouted Dayan who was surprised by the words of his young wife.

“Ouch! Why yell, Mom? Just make it a surprise.” Royani frowned while looking at her husband in annoyance.

“I was shocked earlier, Yan. So yell reflexes,” Dayan bright. "I'm sorry that you're surprised" he said softly.

“Iya, but answer my question earlier, Mas,” pinta Royani with a spoiled tone.

Dayan let out a long breath. “I think first the reason for selling the land is the same as my wife and child.”

Royani smiled broadly. Her husband always granted her wishes. “I promise I will return the money if my land is sold, Mas.”

“Really yes? Now that's all I have. I don't have anything else, Yan,” honest Dayan.

"Yes, right. I may lie, Mom. Does Mas Dayan not believe me?"

"I believe it. The same time the wife herself does not believe," said Dayan who made Bestari embrace him.

Some days Dayan thought of a reason to sell the house that had been occupied with Bestari and his two children. The house that used to be so simple until now can be said to be not simple anymore. There are some rooms, furniture, and so on. Making their families can be more viewed by the surrounding community. Even Dayan was appointed as the head of RT in his neighborhood.

After thinking about various things he finally found a reason that he thought was right. During this time Bestari often complained tired of cleaning a house that big. Yes, although sometimes their child helps, but still he often intervenes on his own.

"Mom, we just moved to the shophouse. This house was sold to build the house I bought yesterday" Dayan said as they lay on the bed.

"It's not like you've agreed to think about it again." Bestari turned to the left side where her husband lay.

"Yes, but I really don't like living here, Mom. I want to live in a more comfortable place. The house is also closer to Mom's office." Dayan tried to persuade his wife. "The house isn't too big either, so I don't need much energy to clean up. I like to complain tired of cleaning because this house is big" he added.

"Father still thinks me and the kids don't they?" asked Bestari in an annoyed tone.

Dayan. "What do you mean, Mom? I don't understand."

"Do you still value my life and my children?"

"Yes, of course. Mothers and children are my family. How could I not appreciate you guys" Dayan said.

"That's because you guys are always against what I want," Dayan replied not to lose.

"As long as his wishes are good, don't we always support him, sir. I am lazy to argue with you again. Anyway I'm the same kids don't want this house for sale. The point! I'm going to sleep, sir, don't talk about it anymore." Bestari then tilted her body, turning her back to her husband.

Dayan could only sigh long. His decision was unanimous to sell the house with or without the consent of his wife and children. He couldn't see his sir's wife confused by having to pay for car leasing.

Royani, the wife Siri has a lot of debt. There was no way his wife could borrow money from a friend or brother she already owed. Dayan himself also secretly likes to owe in order to fulfill the request of Royani without Bestari knowing.

One day Dayan took a home certificate that was stored in a closet. Of course Bestari didn't know because she didn't really care about things like that. The man picked it up and took it with no one to know for putting it in a briefcase.

After work, Dayan came to the Royani salon only then they together returned to the rented. Royani provides drinks for her husband like a wife in general. Dayan sat on the living room sofa while leaning back. He sent a message to Bestari that he was late for overtime at the office. After getting a reply from his legal wife, Dayan put the device on the table.

“It's drunk first, Mas.” Royani put a glass containing Dayan's favorite energy drink next to the device owned by the husband.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Thank you, Yan.” Dayan took the glass and drank it a quarter, then put the glass back on the table.

“Kok tumben not frenetic first if you want to come, Mas?” asked Royani who docked to Dayan.

“It can't be? Yes, I'll just go home then.” Dayan pretended to be gone.

“Ya can, husband time can not come anyway,” sahut Royani with spoiled.

Dayan took something from inside the office bag. Issuing his land certificate and then handing it to Royani. “This is my home certificate. You just take it first so I don't have to carry it every day. I'll apply for three days off. As I leave, we look for a loan at bank.”

“It's really okay if my certificate is brought, Mas? How about you search and ask me if the certificate does not exist?” Roy looked doubtful.

“It's okay. Bestari never checked rich. He'll check if he needs to. My wife also never wrote a certificate on my behalf. You just calm down. He won't know. Believe me,” explained Dayan.

Royani is unemployed, choosing to believe with her husband sir. “Terus later we borrow it say for what, Mas?” tanyakanya.

“Ya just say make a business or to build a house. Later I set everything,” replied Dayan. “Oh yes, approximately how long does it take to take care of your land certificate and purchase sale process?”

Royani was silent before answering. “Perhaps about three or four months, Mas. I will continue to offer you that land. I've also entrusted people to take care of certificates there.”

Dayan. “Good then.”

As promised to Royani, Dayan applied for three days leave on the grounds of going out of town because of family affairs. The office also granted her leave. The man then told Royani that he could take time off and asked the wife of the series to prepare the files if needed.

Royani smiled broadly as she received a message from Dayan. Her husband was always reliable in the crucial moments like now. What a dream husband for her. But not for Bestari.