My House At the Edge of the Cliff

Chapter 22 Threatening Flowers

The call he received that morning had upset him, unable to choose because for him both were very important.

"Mother..what's wrong?" zahira asked clearly to see an anxiety on her mother's face.

"Your father is sick, there is no one at home so "he said what Zahira immediately understood.

"Then you have to go home! I'm alone at home!"

"But what about you?"

"No need to worry about Zahira, now Za is strong! after all there is mas Pras," he said.

Although heavy but finally Mother came home, in the hope that Zahira really has been able to do everything alone.

But again Zahira was wrong, taking care of a child and doing homework turned out to be very tiring. There was one moment that even made her stun when her baby cried while she was in the shower, while Pras was not home to find work as a result of her insistence.

In the afternoon when Pras was tired and wanted to rest immediately he was greeted with a pouting Zahira face.

"This is your son!" he said, handing over the crying Anisa.

"Lho! you know! deck? I just got home! it's not that you welcome me with a smile or love me water to drink first,"

"Oh my goodness, you are just walking around looking for work doang, I was from the morning already cape ngurusin your son as well as ngerjain homework. I'm more cape than you!" he said with a high tone.

Pras was about to issue his defense, but he was too tired to want to argue anymore. Without a word immediately he went to the room while calming his daughter who was still crying.

A little while later after the house was silent Pras came out of the room, saw his wife who fell asleep in the chair made his heart full instantly.

How severe the test of their lives today until a quarrel becomes a mandatory spice at all times, not wanting to wake Zahira he decided to take his own meal.

With a potluck side dish Pras was so greedy to eat that he did not realize Zahira who had awakened and was staring at him from behind.

"Let me do the mas" he said after seeing Pras finish eating.

"Lho, are you awake?" ask him who didn't get the answer.

Still with a sullen face Zahira poured a glass of drink for Pras after he cleaned the dining table.

Sitting right next to him he asked "How was that? have you got a job?"

"It's still not deck, you're patient!"

"Oh my goodness, rice has stayed a little, not to mention other needs. And when will Sister Nisa pay her debt?"

"When will that be?" tanyanya.

Pras just fell silent, he himself did not know for sure because he did not ask further. The rest of the bland night slowly enveloped Zahira with sleepiness from stress again, while Pras spent it daydreaming without being accompanied by anything.

When the sun finally showed its light, Pras eyes that still felt heavy with forced to open for the sake of the integrity of his household.

In the new hope Zahira prepares breakfast for her husband, making sure he wears a clean neat shirt for a promising appearance.

"Hopefully today you get a new job mas," he said.

"Aamiin" said Pras.

Delivering her husband's departure to the door Zahira remained standing there until Pras disappeared from her sight, then she went in to do housework as usual.

Washing dirty clothes, dirty dishes, to take care of the baby makes Zahira forget about time. When finally he could rest apparently the sun had almost set, it was fitting that his stomach was so sick because he missed lunch.

"Anisa. you sleep well, you want to eat first" she told her baby who began to yawn.

It took a few minutes until the baby finally fell asleep, slowly he laid it on the bed and immediately went out of the room.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Just as he was about to take the plate a knock on the door suddenly sounded, inevitably Zahira had to delay her intention.

TokTokTok TokTokTok

Now the knock was louder and clearly the guest was not a patient person, making Zahira wonder who was such a guest.

Chequelek

The door opened, revealing three burly men with all-black stellans.

"Sorry, who's looking?" he asked a little nervously because the three men's faces frightened him.

"We're looking for Pras, he lives here right?" tell one of those men.

Zahira's astonishment again asked, "Well, he's my husband, what's wrong, sir?"

"Mother's husband has a debt to our boss and it's too late to pay, we just want to remind him that interest continues. So you better pay your husband quickly for his own safety."

As soon as Zahira did the pecking, without further explanation he understood that their lives had been threatened.