My House At the Edge of the Cliff

Chapter 24 is Back to Better

Longing for Anisa finally melt Pras heart, long calm at home his parents gave a little bit of greatness to want to go home.

As a good wife Zahira welcomed her husband home happily, "You've gone home, would you like me to make some coffee?" bargained for.

Pras nodded, while Zahira was brewing coffee he let go of his longing by taking Anisa to play.

The typical laughter of the baby enlivened the atmosphere that had been quiet like a grave, even their faces immediately turned cheerful.

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"Prass! out you!" screams of someone outside.

Zahira who was shocked and afraid could only look at each other with Pras, astonished at the knock of the very rude door.

"Dek, quickly take Anisa to the room! don't come out until I tell you to come out!" pras said while handing Anisa over.

"But-but mas.." he was about to protest.

"Udah hurry! get Anisa in!" shouted Pras.

Inevitably Zahira complied, bringing Anisa who started crying into the room and locking the door. While trying to calm the crying baby he tried to listen to the voices from behind the door, hoping to know what was going on.

But all he heard was an indistinct scream, then followed up with the sound of punches and mockery. It lasted a few minutes that felt long, after silence and feeling safe he just came out.

"Jeez. mas Pras!" his screams saw Pras lying stiff in front of the door.

He quickly approached, seeing Pras' face filled with bruises and wounds here and there as soon as his heart was broken.

"Uh.. deck.." he groaned trying to get up.

"Oh my goodness, how could they do this to you" Zahira said with a wet cheek.

This was the risk they had to accept when dealing with the leeches, this was just a small warning that alerted Zahira to take immediate action.

In the end he accepted Kiki's offer, in which he borrowed some considerable sums of money to cover the interest. At first Pras was reluctant to accept the money, even he was angry when he found out the origin of the money.

He felt that Zahira had shamed his dignity as a man and husband, but Zahira was tougher than him. In a situation like this there was no point in feeling ashamed, the safety of his family was much more important.

Pras eventually relented, receiving the money to pay his small interest. Of course, it is not enough, they need more money for daily needs than to pay debts.

After much discussion it was finally decided that Zahira would look for a job as well, thanks to Kiki she accepted an offer of a job as a babysitter.

Although the pay is not as big as expected but better than nothing, every day he will go once in the morning while Anisa will be taken care of by Pras.

In the afternoon when his employer came home from work then he was allowed to go home, lucky Pras the type of husband who studied so he only needed to prepare all the needs of Anisa while Pras did it.

For ASI every morning Zahira needs to pump it before leaving for work, it is done because the price of milk for babies is very expensive after all the ASI he has is abundant.

"Mas already make fried rice for you to eat breakfast, do not forget to eat first before you go," he said.

Zahira was quite surprised to hear that, he did not expect Pras attention would be so moved. At least in the midst of the calamity that is sweeping Pras remains the figure of the man he loves, all his goodness does not change so his steps to find money are getting more active.

Luckily the child he foster includes a good child, not fussy and obedient to the size of a four-year-old child. What is quite tiring is only when accompanying him to play, or when it is difficult to take him to take a nap.

All the difficulties made him forget the time until without feeling the day was already afternoon, mbak Rara a domestic assistant who had worked long at home told him.

"You can go home, madam on your way home."

"Oh yes, can I go to the toilet for a minute?" tanyakanya.

Rara's mother nodded, showing a special bathroom for subordinates whose place was beside the kitchen. Because it is not resistant Zahira immediately complete his wish, not at home with a sticky body he also intends to go home soon.

But his steps stopped when he accidentally saw that Rara was sorting food, saw him so busy with a prank he asked, "Ngapain mbak?"

"Eh this! this morning's food wasn't sweet so I wanted to throw it away,"

"Lho ko dumped? it's still new!"

"The lady doesn't like it, she wants new food cooked all the time,"

"But dear mbak.all of them are still delicious and not stale too," he said.

"Well, what else? no one eats, and then it gets stale and has to be thrown away!"

"Um... What if you just love me?" asked Zahira a little hesitating for fear of not being allowed.

"Want to?" ask me Rara.

"If it's not a problem I want to!"

"Yes, you've been waiting for a minute! let's wrap it up first."

Zahira nodded enthusiastically, taking a few minutes to bring home some pretty fancy food for her.

Finished wrapped did not forget he said thank you before bringing home all the food, at home Pras who had been waiting since was so happy to see Zahira brought a lot of food.

He said it was food given by his employer, because if he knew that it was leftover food then Pras would babble about his pride.

Since then Zahira always brought home food, even sometimes mbak Rere gave him clothes former employers who were unused but still good.

Zahira used the clothes to sell to the traditional market, where the price is quite expensive so that it benefits him.

Day after day there was finally a significant change in the economy of his family, although now he was the one who had to work hard outside while Pras took care of the children at home.