My House At the Edge of the Cliff

Chapter 6 The Sharp Tongue

Kriyingg Kriyingg Kriyingg

Mmmmm

Zahira squirmed on her bed, extending her hand more than usual. With half his eyes open he glanced at the alarm clock, looking at the alarm set at exactly five in the morning.

With one hand he pressed the button to stop the disturbing sound, glancing at Pras who was still full of drowsiness.

"Five minutes" he murmured weakly to close his eyes again.

But those five minutes were just his desire not his body, when the sun woke up already scorching in the sky.

With shock Zahira immediately got up and went to wash his face, that's when Pras woke up.

"Mas, I'm bad luck. I'm sorry you bought breakfast, I have to rush to work" he said as he prepared.

"Mmmm" muttered Pras who was still not fully conscious.

"I went on a motorcycle ride, is it okay?"

"Yes, be careful on the road" Pras said.

"Eh mother." said Zahira as she headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" ask Dian.

"Zahira went to work first, ma'am, this is bad luck"

"Oh, yes already." he said to let Zahira go.

From the front door he saw Zahira walking away until he was lost from sight, and then he went inside again to meet his son.

"Pras... hungry mom, did Zahira have breakfast?"

"Oh no ma'am, he's bad luck so he didn't have time to make breakfast. Pras will buy first yes"

"Where is your wife! he should wake up early, make breakfast just go to work" said Dian who could not stand the hunger.

"Yes he's bad luck ma'am" Pras said slowly.

"What alarm does he have?"

"Don't know mom" either"

"Yes, buy food. I was hungry" he said.

Not wanting to make her mother even more angry Pras immediately went to return shortly afterwards, finished eating Dian cleaned up their former meal and so saw the sink filled with dirty plates of annoyance back again.

Grumbling he washed all the dishes and kept them in place, finished on the job he suddenly remembered the dirty clothes.

"Don't let Zahira not wash clothes either" he muttered with a bad feeling.

Rushing to the other side of the bathroom he saw a pile of dirty clothes inside the washing machine, shaking his head with a growl Dian could only stroke his chest.

In the afternoon when Zahira had just returned home from work all the junk that he had since been dammed finally released, no matter Zahira's sweat that had not dried from his job at the store.

"Zahira next time you set an alarm before going to bed so as not to oversleep, before leaving for work you must prepare breakfast first for your husband! it's a duty that you can't miss, mom is really disappointed with you... Dirty dishes stacked, laundry stacked, house in shambles! work is okay but the duty of the wife should not be ignored!" his gerrick.

"Sorry, Zahira will do it all"

"No need! all have been mamah done, where the mamah loi Pras live in a dirty house like that" he snapped.

While holding back tears so as not to fall right then and there, his body had crumbled due to fatigue at work now his heart was crushed by all the anger of the in-laws.

One hard day he finally closed by installing an early alarm, of course he did not want to get back to his anger in-laws due to the same mistake.

The next morning he really woke up and did all the homework to prepare breakfast while Pras and his in-laws were still sound asleep, although his body felt more crumbling and sick here and there.

"Mah's morning" she said when she saw Dian coming out of her room.

"Well... Did you make breakfast?" tanyanya saw the dining table that had been filled with side dishes.

"Well, do you want breakfast now?" bargained for.

"Byeah, where's Pras?" he answered with a smile.

"Still asleep, let me get up first" he said about to walk into the room.

"That's not necessary, Kasian Pras. He must still be sleepy, don't you wake up"

"But it's noon, and I'm going to go to work" too"

"Yes you can ride a kayak motorcycle taxi yesterday" said Dian.

The speech was right but at the same time wrong for Zahira, of course because the problem was yesterday Pras just woke up and was not ready to take him to work. While he was hunting for time to get to the store on time, different from this time.

Even so Zahira did not say anything more, she sat down to accompany her in-laws to breakfast before then leaving for work.

"You why Za? it hurt?" tanya Kiki saw the tangled face of her best friend.

For a moment Zahira looked at Kiki, weighing a little before sighing. He told her how the words of his father-in-law that had hurt him, even though they had a point, were still not easy for Zahira to accept.

"You are patient, Za, your in-laws are too late to talk about it" said Kiki who was also upset.

"Yes Ki, thank you for beating me"

"Sama-sama, I told you there is no need to hesitate if you want a story" he said.

Their routine at the store was finally completed, as usual Pras picked up Zahira who was accompanied by Kiki.

Feeling tired from work makes Zahira limp in the chair, while gathering energy he plays a mobile phone before returning to work on homework.

"Geez Zahira, it's almost dinner time! you ko even play mobile here anyway instead of quickly cooking" said Dian who was furious to see the relaxation of Zahira.

"Yes, I'm just taking a little break"

"Do not find an excuse! inget you are a wife and have a responsibility to take care of the husband"

"Yes mah. I'm going to the kitchen now" said Zahira quickly who did not want to hear any rant.

He rushed to the kitchen while Pras, who heard the excitement, asked puzzledly.

"What the hell is mah?"

"Your wife! in saying that the same in-laws actually glared, so you as a husband must be more assertive dong Pras so that your wife is not leha-leha" he replied ketus.

Pras just fell silent, not knowing what to answer.

While in the kitchen a drop of water dripped from Zahira's eyes, signifying his wounded heart. It is true that the boneless tongue is sharper than a mingled sword, with just a few words Zahira feels able to live like this again.