From Me Who Almost Surrender
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I have a cousin of his named Kak Zidni, a sweet man in saying. Brother Zidni has never been absent from visiting our house. He was like a big brother, but our hobbies remained the same.
He likes to play, his name is also still a child - children who want freedom to play. We are two people who love to tell stories and love to wander. It used to be the same brother, one of our personnel but after that incident. He did not want to be friends with us, and always avoided when Kak Zidni came.
Flash Back …
In a playground, there is a small man who is busy. Enjoying nature according to his own thoughts. Not far from there the smallest man tried to reach for the fruit on the tree. The two humans below were just cheering while pointing at the location of the good, ripe fruit.
Happ, a right in his grasp. One by one the fruits were thrown and caught. It was so fun, making one of the humans taller than him try to want to climb up into the tree. The smallest one is me, already trying to advise my brother not to come - follow like me.
Enough of myself at the top looking for it, and you can catch it and collect it below into one. But because the taste of sister's kepo is too high. Trying to climb the klutuk guava tree with difficulty. I stretched out my small hand to hold her hand.
I restrained my body by sitting on its big twig. And my other hand held tightly so that I could help pull out big brother. Brother turned to watch the owner's voice, but who would have thought that papa's heavy voice and anger saw us hanging on the tree.
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Brother was nervous and shocked at the same time, which he was afraid of was really known to papa. Without a strong grip balance and this is also the first time you try - try. Making him fall from the height of the tree, papa immediately ran where brother was lying.
And papa threatened me if anything happened to brother. Papa will never forgive me. Little run carrying sister in her hands. My mom wouldn't let me come with them. Take the fainted brother to the hospital.
They laughed without me. I walked around following them from behind. I didn't say much, holding back a little puddle of tears with a gift.
I entered the sister's room where papa and mama were also sitting next to her. Their faces stared dislike my presence. Though I didn't say it, I could feel it. I squeezed the end of my little shirt trembling.
I stepped closer to my brother, brother told me to sit on his bed. But mama's cheques stopped me from going up and sitting together. I looked at my mom's gaze, and I sat down. I thought my mom told me to sit down, but it wasn't. Papa glared at me with both of his eyes almost out.
His face was very clear depicting papa would be angry. I ignored my intention to sit next to him. Giving my little gift to my sister. Brother accepted it and will open it with me later after recovery.
I agreed, and walking forward stopped looking back. Mama and papa look loving to sister. In my dressing room I was sitting limp. Hugging the knees tightly grasps both sides of the guard tightly. I cried bitterly, what's my fault why they're so to me.
The trajectory where papa threatened, scolded, glared at me with both eyes. So did my mother who started to be unfriendly to me. I don't understand all this, what's my fault for why they act like that.
But brother fell not because of me, he himself fell from a tree. Stubbornly want to help me pick some more fruit so that a lot faster. But it's turned upside down because of that incident papa and mama started to stay away from me.
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