My House At the Edge of the Cliff

Chapter 12 Yellow Watermelon

That blind night all eyes were closed close to the mind that had a beautiful dream, all the quiet sounds in the empty silence.

Peace had made Zahira sleep so soundly, until the sound of stomach rumbling forced him to wake up in the middle of drowsiness.

He glanced at the clock and found the night still at two in the morning, too early to wake up. But his stomach continued to wriggle for rations, making him succumb to the cold to walk into the kitchen.

There's still a piece of cake left in the fridge, sweet and cold. Slightly made his teeth gritted but answered his hunger, not enough with a sweet snack in the grab a shiny red apple.

The night was still long, his drowsiness immediately attacked in a matter of seconds. Now his stomach was calm so he decided to rest again, in a warm blanket he quickly fell asleep.

Surprisingly, only a few hours later his eyes immediately opened again because they could not resist the hunger that struck.

"I can't sleep anymore" he said.

With half an eye open Zahira forced herself to get up, glancing at the clock stuck to the wall to find out the time.

"Jeez, it's only four o'clock and my stomach is lacerated" he murmured.

At his sight Pras was still sleeping soundly, unwilling to wake the husband he moved slowly out of the room.

Trying to find something to eat, unfortunately there was nothing left. Inevitably he made the eggs of the cow's eye, whatever was important could satisfy his hunger.

"Dec? what are you doing again?" pras asked who suddenly came.

"Eh. mas! are you awake?"

"Yes.wanted to go to the toilet, did you eat?" tanyanya saw a plate containing eggs held by Zahira.

Embarrassed he smiled as he nodded, it made Pras anxious to the point of pinching his cheek.

"Jeez, my wife at this hour is starving" he said.

"Aw.. sick tofu. "erang Zahira tried to escape.

"This must be the baby who asked yes.dad's child at this hour wants to eat. "he said while stroking the stomach.

Zahira just smiled, letting Pras talk to their future baby. Indeed, lately he continues to feel hungry, even in one day he can eat rice four times.

It makes his body widened, clothes that fit was only negligent which sometimes makes him look seedy. Even so in Pras Zahira's eyes are still beautiful, it is even more adorable because the cheeks are more softer.

"You still want to eat deck?" ask Pras.

"So, now eating eggs is enough. But a few hours later his stomach lacerates again"

"Then the cherry juice food! usually at this time the rice man has been open" bargain.

"If not ngerepotin mas adek want." he replied.

Pras smiled, stroking Zahira's hair gently before going out looking for food.

Finally after waiting for a while Pras came home with the food he promised, Zahira immediately ate up the food before going back to sleep.

A few hours he spent sleeping after his stomach was fully filled, then woke up again to do homework and serve the needs of Pras to work.

In the afternoon he got a guest who made him cool chatting, it was Kiki who accidentally stopped by when he came home from college.

"Where is your husband Za?"

"Soft, it's new afternoon to come home" he said.

"Oh.. eh you have good stuff that doesn't make? anything like a book can be"

"Um... do not know yes, why Ki?"

"You want the parlor I told you about? children who live a lot and lack of goods, so I'm again aggressively looking for help for them"

"Oh. That's it, I'll find it first"

"No need, I'm just looking for used goods that are still worth using. Of course I also need to sort the stuff again because it's for kids, so like a book I can't all love them"

"I understand, so now you are even more busy, " said Zahira smiling.

"Ah yes.this is because of Fariz! his intention is just to help him settle the home for the contents of the children, uh. even the continuity of being a committee as well" he said.

Zahira smiled, although Kiki's words sounded like a complaint but she knew Kiki was enjoying her work.

For a few minutes they spent with casual chat, although still at home but Kiki had to leave immediately because his work piled up as an employee in the store and caretaker.

Still standing at the door, Zahira stared at a man pushing a cart past in front of her, shouting at local fruit wares.

Seeing her made Zahira suddenly want something, she quickly approached before the man went far away.

"But! is there a yellow watermelon?"

"Well, there's no red watermelon" said the man.

"That's it. ya already thank you" he said.

Somehow his heart felt disappointed, with gloom he went into the house and locked himself until Pras came home.

"Sir... Why are you?" pras asked astonished to see Zahira's sad face.

"It's okay ko mas" he said slowly.

"Relatedly? you look so glum" he asked again.

"Whoever mas. I want yellow watermelon"

"Geez, the deck only wants watermelon, yes already looking for ya. " Pras said holding back laughter because it felt funny about Zahira's behavior like a child.

Although still tired because he just came home from work but Pras immediately gas, looking for what Zahira wants. Not long after he returned with a large watermelon, Zahira who had been waiting since then enthusiastically approached.

"Take off the deck knife, let the mas cut" Pras ordered who was afraid his wife was hurt.

Zahira quickly brought the requested item, then shut up right in front of Pras to see how her husband cut the fruit.

His enthusiastic smile spread wide, unfortunately soon disappeared just like that when he saw the color in the watermelon was red instead of yellow as he wanted.

"Let's have the deck eaten, he said you want watermelon" Pras said.

But Zahira was speechless with a face that again showed disappointment, of course it made Pras confused.

"Why deck?" tanyakanya.

"I want a yellow watermelon instead of a red watermelon" he replied slowly.

"Just like a watermelon, right? it's delicious ko deck, it's sweet" Pras replied.

But Zahira still did not want to eat it, just suddenly he cried without a word. It made Pras even more confused, this was the first time he saw Zahira crying just because of the color of the watermelon.

"Do you cry on the deck? why?"

"I want yellow watermelon mas.not red watermelon." said Zahira.

Pras is increasingly confused about the strength of Zahira, but because he could not bear to see his cry he immediately promised to buy a yellow watermelon as Zahira wanted.

Unfortunately the fruit suddenly seemed to disappear from the earth, how difficult Pras to get the fruit to spend a long time.

He continued to ask the fruit seller he saw just to get disappointed, until the night finally he got the fruit.

"This is the fruit mas" said a fruit salesman.

"Is this really a yellow watermelon?" tanya Pras.

"Yes mas"

"Can you on the other side first, sir? just for mastiin only the color is actually yellow" said Pras who did not want to buy the wrong again.

"By the way, sir, but really you know this yellow watermelon" replied the seller was a little offended because he felt in disbelief.

"Yes sir, I'm just afraid of buying again. I have been looking for this yellow watermelon from earlier and have not been able to, if I buy it wrong again later my wife cried again" said Pras.

"Oh. lest his wife crave again!" guess the seller.

"Lack of knowing yes, but my wife is indeed pregnant again" Pras replied innocently.

"Then we cravings again mas, nih mas semangkanya yellow light yes, other people crave to like weird mas but must be followed for the benefit of the baby as well" said the seller while showing the watermelon he had split.

"Oh yes sir, thank you yes." Pras replied with a smile.

As a husband he had indeed heard the term cravings, but he did not expect Zahira would experience it and like this it feels.

Armed with a knowledge that has been increased, he immediately went home to fulfill the wishes of the baby.