My House At the Edge of the Cliff

Chapter 20 Premature

The sweltering midday is a good time for a midday break, with a glass of fresh lemonade Zahira putting herself on a chair while watching a television show.

It was so peaceful that it made him sleepy, but a horn kept him awake for a moment.

Immediately he went ahead to see whose vehicle had just entered his yard, as soon as he saw Pras quickly he opened the door.

"Mas.. Have you come home from work? tumben... it's still day" he asked in wonder.

Pras did not answer, his bent face signaled something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" ask again once they have entered the house.

"I'm in PHK" ketus Pras.

"What's? can ko mas?" zahira asked as if she had heard of a natural disaster.

"Suddenly there was news of the reduction of employees, some were called to the office including me and asked for signatures. I've only got a few million doangs and a last paycheck"

"Then..and now what about mas?"

Obviously this concerns their future, especially at this time Zahira is pregnant big. With all the existing needs will be critical if Pras does not immediately get a new job.

"Well how else? but you are calm, for a month's fee is still enough"

"Just a month! what about next month? my gestational age has been eight months"

"Yes we are calm.. mas must be looking for a new job!" pras said with a high tone.

But life does not always go according to plan, a few weeks of spending swells because it is depleted by job search costs.

Every day Pras went early in the morning and came home late in the afternoon without success, while their supplies began to thin and had to be filled immediately considering that another week had also changed months.

"Mas..how about you take the savings that are in sister Nisa? at least for next month our needs must be met, I think the money is enough right?" zahira said one night.

With Pras annoyed, his face seemed unhappy at the suggestion.

"We can't take that money"

"Why?" ask Zahira wonder.

"His money has been used by Nisa, I have asked for whatever is there but the money is really abis and she has not been able to return"

"What?" mummified Zahira.

He did not expect at a crucial time like this there was not a single rope that they could reach for the handle, of course this makes Zahira stressed.

"It's your fault! why did you put your money on Nisa's sister? now look! we should have used the money for our needs but nothing" he cried in wrath.

"Mistake no mistake, but you should think about the fate of our own child! you keep doing good to your family but forget your own family, now what? where do you want to get money?"

"I must have gotten on deck...You're patient why the hell?" pinta Pras tries to be gentle.

"Patience? how long should I be patient? how many times do I have to be patient? you said you'd take responsibility for me, happyin me.. But see? we even live in a cramped rental house with your noisy butut bike!"

"Enough....."

Time stopped instantly, Pras was unable to move with his hands floating in the air. While Zahira stood defiantly with a red face and drenched cheeks, their eyes clashed with each other sharply until Pras finally retracted his hand.

Zahira was unable to hold it anymore, he chose to go to the room and cry as much as possible until tired and asleep.

But his sleep is not sound, pain in the abdomen feels torturous to force you to rise. When he woke up his bed was soaked with blood, it shocked him.

"Mas.

Pras who was also asleep on the sofa woke up to hear the scream, in a still sleepy state he woke up to meet the call.

"Zahira!" he cried when he saw the blood.

"Mas... my stomach." he said in a raucous voice.

Without delay Pras immediately called an ambulance, took him to the hospital to provide help.

While Zahira could not stop crying Pras could only drive him to the door because the nurse forbade him to enter, this made him unable to calm down let alone see the new doctor called to handle his wife.

After a long wait finally the doctor came out, Pras quickly approached.

"Doctor how is my wife? is she okay?" tanyanya rouse.

"Alhamdulillah sir, the mother and her son were born safely. You don't have to worry, you can see him soon"

"Kids? my son... was born?" tanya Pras.

"Yes Sir"

"But... how can it be? his age is not nine months"

"This can happen due to various factors, for the case of my father's wife I can only conclude because of the influence of stressful thinking. Too much of a burden on the mind and physically tired as well, but as I said both survived" explained the Doctor.

Pras can only be confused, he does not believe in a process of pregnancy and birth can happen something unexpected.

Even just because of a small problem he almost lost his wife and child simultaneously.

His shaky steps walked towards the door, staring from behind the glass of Zahira's body that was still drooping but with a bright face. While a nurse who had just finished taking care of her baby picked up the curtains and laid the baby right next to Zahira, from there Pras could see the happy face of a mother who welcomed her baby.