My House At the Edge of the Cliff

Chapter 18 Love is Too Long

The whole hot day is spring for those whose hearts are filled with flowers, so bright and peaceful.

But fate will not always run smoothly as expected, pebbles will always go into the shoes when walking like real black even though it does not fit in the ranks of the rainbow.

It was the point where the world really felt like an enemy, and Zahira had only experienced this first one.

When he walked alone with his big stomach in the shopping center, not really alone because Pras would pick him up after finishing shopping.

"Oh.. no. "he muttered staring at the row of canned food in the bottom row.

He snorted annoyed, cursing the can because it was in a place that was difficult to reach by pregnant women. How else would you like? he had to struggle bending over or sitting down first just to pick up the thing.

That grueling struggle attracted the attention of a man who accidentally passed by, of course as a real man he quickly helped.

"Let me get it" he said as he immediately picked up the canned food.

"Owhh, thank you. "said Zahira who really helped.

"Fariz!" panghilnya momentarily while staring at his face.

It was an unexpected coincidence, for a moment Fariz just froze staring at the woman of his dreams smiling at him.

"Oh... Hi. "the sap is so conscious.

"Thank you. I was really helped" Zahira repeated.

"Yes.. no problem... um... Are you shopping alone?"

"Yes, my husband will pick me up later after I finish shopping. There are some jobs he cannot leave behind" he replied.

"Oh then if you don't mind can I accompany you? I'm afraid you'll have trouble picking things up again" Fariz bargained.

"Of course, I'm very helped" said Zahira glad to get help.

Fariz nodded and immediately took over Zahira's shopping cart, walking back and they started chatting.

Zahira becomes a chatty woman by dominating their chatter, but Fariz does not mind instead he is happy because he can see Zahira openly.

He was so enjoying the time, walking cheerfully with Zahira who had been his dream.

"How's your job at the parlor?" ask Zahira.

"Okay, everything's going well"

"Thank God, what about Kiki? he hadn't told me for a long time, he must be busy right now"

"Yes, sometimes we meet at the parlour. So far I know he's been busy with college and his work"

"You guys are really great, if you look at how Kiki's life right now makes me quite envious of her. Sometimes I feel like my decision to get married is a big mistake, but it's not as easy as I thought it would be"

"Why? you're not happy?" ask Fariz right away.

"Of course I'm happy, Pras is a good husband and caring only. "it's hard for Zahira to finish her sentence.

But Fariz waited, whatever Zahira would say so he could not hang his words.

"It is quite difficult to adapt, the household is not only a life of two people but also two families. I shouldn't carelessly act because it can be a big deal, even I don't think I should be wrong"

"School and home life are very different, the punishment I received was not to be suspended or to say sorry"

"Then it's clear you're suffering, not just unhappy. Then what are you holding on for? what keeps you going like this?"

"What do you mean?" asked Zahira did not understand where the speech was going.

"Can't you just leave this life of yours? if you suffer then leave all this behind"

"Have you just told me to get a divorce?" ask Zahira.

"If that's your perception of freedom then.. yeah!"

Zahira was at a loss for words, too shocked because Fariz was not the one who would give bad advice.

"Fariz... you... you... How can you think of this? you understand religion better and you're telling me to sin?"

"I just can't stand to see you suffer" he said as a form of defense.

"You've misunderstood! just because I said there was a bit of a problem and envy Kiki doesn't mean my life is bad!" zahira explained loudly.

Fariz threw away his face, too fed up for him who only loved without seeing the great wall that clearly said not to step again.

"I love you" he said suddenly.

"What?" ask Zahira.

"I love you" Fariz repeated with a louder voice and right eyes staring at Zahira.

"Heh... Fariz... "

"I've loved you since we were in high school, ever since you didn't know Pras. Since then.. until now. "he said that silenced Zahira instantly.

"My only regret is not saying it long ago, although maybe you will refuse but at least I will not be tormented for harboring this love for too long. Now I don't care about Zahira.I don't care if you hate me or think I'm weird, I can't help my feelings anymore and need you to remember for years I've stuck with my heart. Then for the years ahead I will still survive, if my hands still can not hold another girl then no matter your status other people's wives my love is still only for you."

It was a selfishness that made Zahira feel imprisoned, from that very moment their friendship had collapsed.

There will be awkwardness when in the future they meet either intentionally or not, because Zahira is in a position that is all wrong.

Knowing how much she had been loved by other men made her remember how high school used to be, a time when Fariz was so kind to her.

Now everything makes sense, about all Fariz's attitude to him which is felt to be excessive. Even Fariz's expression at her wedding suddenly recalled clearly, a forced smile and teary eyes.

"Dad!" call Pras for the third time.

"Eh mas." he said in shock.

"Why are you here?"

"No, I'm just tired of shopping alone"

"Geez.. sorry mas who deck. mas already said you should wait for the business to finish first we shop together" Pras said while stroking his wife's hand gently.

"Nothing ko mas, the shopping has finished so mening now we go straight home"

"Yes, you're so fucking right!" sahut Pras immediately took the bag while the other hand held Zahira's hand.