My House At the Edge of the Cliff

Chapter 3 Line Two

The house has only two rooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. Simple and small but for couples who have just married the house is wide enough to live in both, Zahira can arrange the furniture as she pleases so that the house can be comfortable they live in.

From the first move to the new house without feeling the time goes quickly, when aware apparently they have two months living there.

"Mas.". "call the friendly Zahira from the kitchen.

"Yes." sahut Pras as he walked over.

"I'm your favorite soto masakin, you eat ya"

"Wah.. it looks good" Pras said looking at the bowl that Zahira was thrusting.

They sat down at the table, Zahira painstakingly preparing the tableware and drinking water for her husband. Seduced by his beautiful appearance Pras immediately took a spoon and tasted the cuisine of his wife.

"Where?" ask Zahira curiously.

"Um.. yummy dear." he said.

"Really?" ask again enthusiastically.

Pras nodded with a smile, making Zahira's face flushed with praise.

"Here, I also want to eat in your bribe" said Zahira suddenly who obliterated Pras' smile.

"What?" he asked as if his ears were clogged.

"I want to eat also mas, I want to be bribed with you" Zahira repeated now with a louder voice.

Pras was silent for a moment, of course it invited Zahira's astonishment.

"Why mas? are you daydreaming?"

"Ah no" she answered quickly.

"You don't want to bribe me?" zahira said with annoyance.

"Not that deck"

"Keep why?"

"No why-why, you are going to masakin for the time you eat too" he replied reasoned.

"No, but I want to eat with you"

"Winning do not yes deck. "persuade Pras which actually makes Zahira more curious.

With a wrinkled face he immediately took a spoon and tried the dish.

HOOOOEEEEEK...

The food had just reached his mouth but Zahira's tongue had rejected it, as a result the food came out by itself.

"Pait mas. "groaned after spending one glass of drinking water.

Pras just smiled, there was no word he could say.

"Ko pait ya. lest I enter the wrong litchoas instead of ginger, I guess most of it is also the arc" he murmured.

He looked at Pras with disappointment but Pras replied with a smile, even gently he said.

"No deck, the name is also you are still learning to cook. I'm sure you'll eat your cooking until it's finished"

"But it doesn't taste good.. "

"Enak ko, just stay in love sambal aja" he said.

Zahira's heart improved again, in the grip of his hand there was a fist that was so sturdy to keep his feelings.

"Thank you, you are the best husband" he said.

But every world is a place of trial for His servant, there is not a single second but time to improve.

Similarly in the household, Zahira started with happiness but spicy seasoning complements the taste.

From that day on he lost his appetite, his pale face signifying that something was wrong with his body.

"We go to the hospital yuk dek, your body is already very weak because some days do not enter the meal" said Pras worried about the health of his wife.

"Don't do it, at least I just catch a cold"

"But not necessarily if it has not been checked, anyway we go to the doctor now" said Pras.

He immediately wrapped Zahira in a thick jacket before leaving, making sure his body was not cold during the trip.

When Zahira was treated immediately by the doctor, only a few small examinations and some questions answered by Zahira.

"So how's doc? my wife doesn't why, Doc?" pras asked impatiently.

"Oh no, my wife is fine" said the doctor.

"What is he sick then?"

"The wife of the Father is pregnant, currently the age of the womb is estimated to be two months. In the early semester it is common to experience nausea, dizziness, or back pain. From now on, I have to rest a lot and take the prescription medication I give regularly"

"So I'm pregnant doc?" ask Zahira again in disbelief.

"Yes mom, congratulations on the pregnancy"

"Thank you doc" said pleased.

Zahira could not stop smiling until she made her eyes water, but as she looked at Pras her husband's face was so flat that not a single word came out of her mouth.

Even after they reached the house Lras was still silent without showing the happiness that should decorate his face.

"Why are you? your face is so wry?" tanyakanya.

"I'll take you home to your parents"

"What's? but why mas?" zahira asked in a panic as she did not understand why Pras had suddenly turned cruel to her.

"Why? obviously you disappointed me but you asked me why?" pras shouted which made Zahira instantly frightened.

"I don't know what you mean... Are you unhappy with my pregnancy?"

"of course! because the baby you're carrying is not my son!" pras yelled even more wrathfully.

Like a lightning bolt that struck his heart, it was instantly charred and hollow. Zahira did not understand why Pras could think so, which class had hurt his heart.

"How can you talk like that? this is your son mas. "he said slowly bitterly due to the flood of tears.

"Are you sure huh? we've only been married one month Za and you've been pregnant for two months, which means you've cheated before my marriage"

"No mas! there has never been a single man to touch me but you, I dare swear that the child I am carrying is our baby" lamented Zahira.

"Where's evidence? it's clear I just touched you after we got married, but the proof is that you are two months pregnant" Pras said.

"But I swear you're the only man in my life"

"Arrrggghhh, I'm tired! I'm going to sleep!"

BRACKET

The sound of the door being slammed echoed throughout the room, beating the sobs of Zahira who was still resting under the chair. Last night he lamented the trials that came so quickly in his household, that he fell asleep there.

On a cold floor without a pedestal or blanket, until the morning before where his eyes open with a blanket. All he found Pras had disappeared, without telling him where he was going.

Sighing deeply, Zahira could only be silent to finally cry again.