My House At the Edge of the Cliff

Chapter 29 The Sad Meeting

Three years later, Anisa has become a little angel who can not stay still. He has a chatty nature and quite stubborn like his mother, even the beautiful face is so similar to Zahira that makes Pras more homesick.

As a young man, of course, he needs someone to fulfill his life, but because the final distance he can do is just be patient.

He will always turn to the job of caring for Anisa, sometimes also by spending time with his friends.

As he did at this moment, despite just coffee and chatting but at least someone took his mind off the distant Zahira.

"It's too late, I'm back first huh?" said one of Pras' friends say goodbye.

"Cepet really you back? what's at home?" pras asked who was still chatting.

"Well, if I don't come back later I'm told to sleep outside again" he said.

Pras just laughed blankly, he understood that his friends could not continue to accompany him because he had his own family. Eventually the young father's association broke up, returning to each other's homes as well as Pras.

He came out most recently, while igniting a cigarette to neutralize the sour taste in his life.

Even though it was late at night but the sky was still so bright, it was a pity if he had to go home and see his daughter play by herself.

Pras began to glance left-right, looking for something interesting but everything was so boring. Until he began to step foot into the parking lot, then something caught his attention.

A fashionable-looking young girl was seen walking hastily towards a car, behind which a young man called out unnoticed.

From the look on his face also saw the situation Pras suspected they were lovers who were fighting, a common thing that he could find anywhere.

But then something happened unexpectedly, the man pulled his girl's hand very roughly. Pushing him into the car that made him scream in pain, Pras could not bear the decision to stop the fight.

"Hey bro! what the hell are you doing? you hurt her!" shouted Pras.

"What do you care? go there!" reply the man with glaring eyes.

What an action that has made him ride, a fight was finally inevitable.

Punch after punch just floated away, while the girl stepped aside to save herself.

A few minutes passed with a victory on Pras' side, although he had some blisters on his face but it didn't matter.

"Mas! you okay?" ask the girl a little worried.

"Oh it's okay, it's just a small wound. How're you? I see he's pushing you quite hard" asked Pras.

The girl shook her head slowly, she thanked him for the help Pras gave and in return he offered treatment at his home which was not too far away. At first Pras refused, but because he was forced to continue he finally agreed.

"Please come in" he said as they arrived.

While Pras was welcome to wait in the living room for the girl to go take the medicine, he painstakingly treated the wound on Pras' face.

"Thank you, this is enough. Small wounds like this will definitely heal quickly," Pras said.

"Okay, thanks again. If you don't help me maybe he'll do more" said the girl.

"How can you date a guy like that? it's not like I'm gonna interfere in your personal life, but you better find another guy."

"Just calm down, I realized it and have already severed our relationship. But he won't accept it and keeps bothering me" he replied.

"Oh really? really crazy guy, you better be careful."

"You can call me Pras" he replied.

Because the day is getting late Pras finally say goodbye home, he can not let Anisa stay longer at the house Dian to trouble his grandmother.

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The flower bucket was so beautiful and seemed expensive, its fragrant fragrance was too intoxicating for him who was being struck by romance.

For three years he left without a proper word of farewell, now he will come with a promise that has been fulfilled.

Indeed he has not been successful as people say, but at least he has managed to buy a decent house for his mother.

Now with the work he has his future will be bright, therefore now he has had the speed and readiness to ask for flowers.

His heartbeat was getting louder when the car he was riding was getting closer to his destination house, then after the intersection he finally arrived.

With a nervous smile his lips uttered "Bismilbornrahmanirrahim" before his hands opened the car door and went down, every step there was dhikr to suppress the nervousness that shook his legs.

It only took a few steps and now he has arrived at the door, back to say basmalah before knocking on the door.

It took at least three beats until someone opened it, and when the door was opened a woman with a white veil greeted her right behind the door.

"Dimas.". "call Kiki after a few seconds of pondering in shock.

"MasyaAllah is so beautiful the angel I have long left behind" she said.

Suddenly a tear-filled mouth just flowed down Kiki's cheeks, while the heart-piercing longing had been lifted instantly.

"When are you back?" tanya Kiki awoke from her daydream.

"Just now, I'm here soon because I want to see you."

"Why didn't you tell me first?" ask Kiki again.

"I wanted to surprise you, but apparently I was the one who was given the surprise" he said, still amazed by Kiki's new, more charming appearance.

Kiki smiled a shy smile, her eyes bowed speechlessly. It made Dimas even more happy apparently, his hand that had been holding a flower bucket had finally stretched out to give the small gift.

But suddenly there was the sound of someone crying, Kiki quickly raised her head. As the cry grew louder Dimas realized that it was the cry of a child, curiously Dimas was about to ask but Kiki's face suddenly looked deathly pale.

"You all right? why do you suddenly look nervous?" tanyakanya.

But Kiki did not answer, he looked more strange which made Dimas more curious about what happened to Kiki. When Dimas' eyes glanced at Kiki's ring finger that had been embedded in a ring then a bitter answer appeared in his mind.

"Ki...Who is crying?" she hoped that what she thought was wrong.

Tears on Kiki's cheeks were increasingly flowing, thousands of words that he stranded in the mind could not come out for fear that it would hurt Dimas.

But there was no point in silence either, so he regretfully replied, "I'm sorry I had to marry someone else and that's my son."

Sruk

The flower bucket had fallen from his grasp, as well as the hope that became the foundation of his spirit.