The Nick's Life
Broken Glass

Maira was tidying up the results of the children's drawing task when one of her co-workers, who was also her new best friend, came over. Ayura, a beautiful 28-year-old woman is a widow with a child. His son also attended school where he taught.

Ayura pulled the chair beside Maira. Although only known for two months, but both are familiar. They are easily close to each other, even sharing stories about their problems. Ayura did have almost the same problem as Maira. Her husband had an affair, but for the sake of not sharing the property of gono gini, the ex-husband even back slandered her in court. Supported by false testimony and witnesses from the in-laws, Ayura managed to bear the status of a widow who divorced her husband because he was caught cheating.

“Mai.. You still stay at your friend's house?”

“Iya Ay.. Where else would I stay? Coincidentally also the house was empty, count I saw his house.”

“Alhamdulillah, you're lucky Mai. In the most difficult time there are people who want to help you sincerely. That person is even a friend of your husband. Usually they cover up and help their friends, but he defends you. I salute him, know me sometime ya.”

Maira smiled at Ayura's words. Everything his friend said was true. It's been two weeks since Maira's been living in Denis's parents' house. Since asking Maira to live there, Denis never came. He only contacted via whats app to find out the state of Maira.

“Fear you have a crush later if you know him.”

“Choose..I am what you have started klepek-klepek same attention.”

“Mana no Ay. To this day I am still Fahrul's wife. Very sinful if until I have feelings for other men.”

“And he thinks the same as you Mai. Patience yes.”

Ayura hugged Maira to provide support. Their embrace unraveled when Azka, Ayura's son, came. Maira who really likes children and has loved Azka like her own child, immediately raised Azka and sat on her lap.

“Mama.. Aka want ice kelim,” said Azka who is still not clear how to speak. She just turned five years old, a week ago.

“Mothers who bought it, want?” ask Maira.

Azka looked at Ayura for a moment to ask her permission. Seeing Ayura nod, Azka nodded her head while smiling. Maira took Azka down, then took her bag. Along with Azka as well as Ayura, she walked out of the teacher's room. While buying ice cream, Maira decides to go home because school hours are over.

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Maira just got home. He put the bag in the room and rushed to the kitchen to help Sarni. The middle-aged woman Denis hired to take care of the house also helped Maira cook lunch.

“What's the cooking bu?”

“Sayur spinach equals chicken and tempe fried. Want to make sambel mba?”

“Bby bu. If there is no sambel, less cool ya bu eat it.”

“Iya mba's. That appetite cure.”

The laughter of the two women. Ms. Sarni moved the chicken that had finished being revealed into the container. Maira also helped cook spinach. He combed the corn that will be added as a vegetable complement later. As the two were engrossed in their cooking, there was a knock on the door, followed by a greeting. Maira rushed towards the living room to open the door.

The face of Mr. Dadi, the head of RT where Maira lives, was seen when Maira opened the door, allowing the man in his thirties to enter the house. In the man's hand were some files.

“Sorry yes mba Maira, interrupt her time.”

“Ngga anything sir. What's the problem?”

“Begini, I would like to inquire about the UN payment only. Denis usually pays collectively through RT. What now want collective too?”

“Oh a minute sir. I call Denisnya first.”

“Please mba.”

Maira moved from her seat along with the arrival of Sarni's mother who brought drinks for Dadi. Maira goes into the room, then picks up the phone from inside her bag. He's dialing Denis's number right away.

“Halo..” sound Denis from across.

“Halo Den. sorry to interrupt. There is a pack of RT here about the UN payment to be collected or how?”

“Oh yes I forgot, it's time to pay the UN again yes. I'll be there soon Mai. I pay the collective just to be easy.”

“Ok Den.”

Maira ended her call then returned to the living room. There, Dadi is still waiting while sipping orange juice served by Sarni's mother. Maira sat in her place.

“Collective payment only sir said. Denis wants to come here, but I don't know for sure what time.”

“Oh no mba, the important thing is that there is a decision if you want to participate in payments collectively. Please ask Denis to come to my house. If I am not at home, can be deposited to my wife later.”

“Good sir, In Syaa Allah later I convey.”

Dadi finished his orange juice then woke up from his seat followed by Maira. The woman drove Dadi to the front of the terrace. The man said goodbye and then left Denis' residence. Maira went back inside the house to continue her cooking.

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Fahrul was stirring his drink uninspired. Abe and Arnav just quietly look at his best friend who since left Maira his face is always tangled. Arnav leaned his back on the chair and lit a cigarette. Abe snatched a cigarette from Arnav and set it on fire. A second of smoke surrounded the three of them.

“Lo still haven't found Mai?” arnav asked after exhaling cigarette smoke.

“Not yet. I told my employees to follow Denus but nothing. She just goes to her workplace or to her aunt's house and keeps coming back to her apartment.”

“He's not in Denis' apartment?” ask Abe.

“Yes there's no way Mai's in Denis' apartment. Mai is the same as yayang Meta, a devout Muslim. Where maybe he wants to live alone with a man who is not his muhrim.”

“Tumben Ar, your brain does not slide,” led Abe.

“Gue again to pick up a guide, Be.”

“Hidayah nutmeg lo peyang. Say again pedekate ama Meta, not hidayah it mah but hahaha mode..”.

“Astaghfirullah, forgive the sins of my friend God,” Arnav raised both his hands which was immediately replied to a toyoran by Abe. Fahrul could not help but smile at the behavior of his two friends.

“Eh.. why don't you come to his workplace Mai. He works, right?” propose Abe.

“Gue doesn't know he works there.”

“Ya salam. temen I do not really sensitive so husband, astaghfirullah,” Arnav shook his head while stroking his chest.

“Iya really, too much anyway lo, Rul. The time of work wife did not know at all. For two months you were married, what did you do? Never talk either. Parah lo,” said Abe.

Fahrul did not dispute the words of his two best friends. It was true that during his marriage to Maira, there was nothing he knew about the wife. More precisely the man chose to close his eyes and ears about everything related to his wife.

Fahrul's eyes glared considering how his household trip so far. His attitude that always does not care, considers Maira only strangers who share a roof with him. On the contrary Maira, she continues to carry out her duties as a wife even though she has never been responded to by Fahrul.

I heard the man long. In the depths of his heart, he regretted all his actions. It is true that as a husband, Fahrul never be nice even to Maira. Fear begins to overwhelm him, fearing that Maira will demand a divorce from him. I can't imagine how his parents would react.

“Keep your plan now what's Rul? You can't keep getting rich. Pity Maira if always hung with rich elo gini. If you can't continue the marriage with Mai, yes. He's young, let him pursue his own happiness. You can't be selfish, Rul.”

Abe's words successfully broke the man's daydream. Fahrul looked resentfully at Abe, but it was undeniable that what his best friend said was true. He scratched his hair violently. All of these problems made his head want to just explode. Moreover, two days ago the mother contacted and asked about her daughter-in-law.

“Tell Abe, you have to make a decision. Poor Mai, don't hang people's children, lo. Dapet date container new flavor lo.”

“Lo mah made ribet. Stayin Reisa or divorce Mai, it's a bother,” annoyed Abe.

“Where can I stayin Reisa. I love her.”

“Ya then divorce Mai. Lo don't be selfish dong.”

“Gue was curious, what the hell did you make so that you could not leave Reisa? Because of the service in his bed? Have you not rasain Mai? The word people is more favourable in relation to the halal than the haram. Try lo rasain first si Mai keep bandingin ama Reisa, feel more dapet which.”

“Sekate-kate lo by the way. Marriage is just a bed. Yes, your brain is all about it. Sana wash first use bayclin to clean,” Abe menoyor Arnav head.

“Anjaayyy sok alim really lo, nyet. Kaya lo kaga never once,” reply Arnav.

“Emang kaga ever PA. If *******doang mah often, but make enter uler cobra me, sorry I choose halal.”

“His nest is lumping horse huh huahahaha..”

“Basic monkey!”

Fahrul looked at his two best friends in frustration. The two were even busy arguing on their own without thinking about her who was already like a tangled thread. Do not know where the ends are in order to break the thread. Fahrul snatched the car keys, cigarette packs and his zip then stood up from his seat.

“Where are you going?” ask Arnav.

“You search Mai. Dizziness I see you two. You guys are back at the office, just a few more hours rest is finished.”

Fahrul left immediately after that. Arnav and Abe compactly look at the watch in his hand. Sure enough, the rest was only fifteen minutes away. The two hurriedly finished the drink then rushed out of the cafe.

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Fahrul stopped his vehicle as soon as the traffic light turned red. He leaned in the car seat, as his finger tapped on the steering wheel. Then he turned his gaze to the side. His eyes rounded when he saw Denis with his mount not far from his car.

The lights had turned green, all the vehicles started moving forward. Fahrul decides to follow Denis. It was possible that this time he could find Maira's whereabouts. The man continued to keep a safe distance from his car, following Denis' motor that drove quite fast.

The two-wheeled vehicle continued to drive into the Rempoa area. Fahrul knew that this was the direction to Denis' late mother's house. He continues to follow Denis until he enters the ranks of the residents' house, the place where the man lives. Fahrul parked his car near the alley, then decided to walk.

His chest was pounding as his steps drew closer to a simple house. Denis's motorbike was parked in front of him. Fahrul chose to sit in front of the stall near the house. His eyes kept watching in that direction.

Not long after Denis's out. After leaving the UN payment to Ms. Sarni, the man decided to return to his workplace. Fahrul did not let go of his gaze in the slightest, he kept watching like an animal that was stalking its prey.

When Denis was just riding his mount, from inside the house Maira came out with a tote bag in her hand. For a moment the two engaged in conversation. Fahrul growled in annoyance when Maira was seen laughing loosely while talking to Denis. Unknowingly his hands clenched until his books turned white.

After hooking the tote bag on the handlebar, Denis put on his helmet. Soon the man returned to his vehicle. Maira immediately went inside the house after Denis left. Fahrul also moved towards the house.

GECK

GECK

GECK

Maira was just about to enter the room when she heard the door knock. He went back to the living room. Without peeking from the window, Maira immediately opened the door. He was surprised to see Fahrul had stood before him.

“Halo Mai.. finally met you.”

“You what are you?”

“Didn't you let me in?”

“Nobody at home.”

“Ngga problem, I'm not someone else. I'm your husband, right.”

Without waiting for Maira's approval, Fahrul breaks into the house. The man slammed his ass on the sofa. Maira reluctantly went there. Miss Sarni peeked out from behind the kitchen. He took his phone and opened a photo gallery. The woman likens Fahrul to the photo Denis once sent her.

Right this is her husband mba Maira, who is said to be Denis. I have to tell Denis.

Ms. Sarni immediately sent a message to Denis, according to the man's mandate if Fahrul comes, then he must be notified. Ms. Sarni then took the initiative to make a drink.

The atmosphere was still quiet when Ms. Sarni delivered drinks to Fahrul. He looked at the man known as the husband of Maira. Then the woman rushed back to the kitchen.

“Spend the drink, then please go,” sound Maira open the conversation.

“You drove out your own husband?”

“Another time will be ex.”

Fahrul karuan inflamed hearing Maira's words. Maira's face looked serious as she said that. There was no smile on that pretty face. Only her cold face was expressionless, completely different when she was talking to Denis.

“Mai.. let's go home. We start all over again. I admit I was wrong with you, and I will correct my mistake,” Fahrul said. He tries to lower his ego in order to bring Maira home.

“Then what about Reisa?”

“I won't see him again.”

“Really? Then prove your words first.”

“What do you want?”

“We meet Reisa together. Then tell her in front of him and also in front of me that you ended your relationship with her. You chose me over him and asked him not to bother you anymore.”

Fahrul was stunned, of course he could not do that. You can imagine how Reisa would react later. The woman may be determined to reveal their dark relationship. Looking at Fahrul's reaction, Maira was just grieving in the heart. Turns out her husband still can't let go of her lover.

“Just calm down, I won't force you. But my decision is already unanimous to part with you. There is no point in continuing this marriage, if it continues it will only be toxic to me. I don't want to be a stupid woman who keeps locked up in a fake marriage. Immediately file a lawsuit for your divorce.”

“I didn't want to leave Reisa. Please give me a minute.”

“Until when? Until she got pregnant, was she? Before things get worse, we better end it. Please understand and understand my position and feelings if you are truly sorry. I'm not going to open up about your relationship to our parents. Please just let go of me properly.”

“Do you really not want to start everything again?”

“What broken glass can be put together again? Even if it could, the shards would still be there and would probably scratch the hand. So forget it all, we live our lives from now on. Thank you for not touching me, at least there's something I can be proud of from the status of my servant later.”

Fahrul again inflamed hearing Maira's words. The woman stood up then with a movement of her hand, she invited Fahrul to leave. Fahrul stood up but not to leave but blocked Maira's wrist.

“If you cannot be asked in a good way. Then I'll drag you home!”

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**Weh Fahrul is looking for dead. Calm down neng Mai, handsome babang will nolongin kamu😎

Which is Nanyai Mai, I've been out. Look at this, it's beautiful like her Mai. That's why I keep going😝**