The Struggle of a Child
Prologues
I am a child born into a happy family. It can be said harmonious. Happiness in our family is so much fun . My father was just a paddle pedicab bearer. Every morning he had to fight for the breadth of the road he went through every morning. The heat, the rain, the storm, he passed relentlessly and tirelessly.
My father had two children, me and my sister. I was the first child, of my father's son and my mother's. My tiny, white body made a lot of people like me so much. My sweet smile and cheerful laughter have made me happy with many friends. In addition to my cheerfulness, I am also a little fussy child who sometimes makes my friends do not want to be friends with me so that makes me sad.
No doubt if I prefer at home, especially if in the morning. Every morning my father would yell at me before he left for work and so would my mother.
Liyaan! Shouted my father.
I immediately flinched and wanted to fall out of bed while moving my body and looking at the wall clock. I sat down and rubbed my eyes, seeing that the day was light. I got out of bed by dragging both feet. Both eyes were opened wide while turning the body out of the room.
The neatly attached room curtain, I opened by swinging my hands into the air. Walking slowly saw my father who was shouting call me earlier.
I walked through every corner of the house to find my father's loud voice that was no longer heard by me.
I stood at the door for a long time, looking over and over. But my father was invisible to me. I went back around looking at the wall clock hanging right by the window. Looking at the rapidly clinking clock, I suddenly remembered about myself who was about to enter school. React to my tiny body by reflex pulling me backwards.
My tiny body was instantly silent, like a statue, while my shrewd memory ran remembering my sister.
My sister who became a friend quarreled at home, every morning early she had gone somehow, where? He was always, like that, never at home no, like I used to be at home all the time.
It was with my father who educated us very differently. The difference was so striking that it made me and my sister never get along . My sister who is a little far below me is too often spoiled by my father. While I'm not at all. Every time, I want to be pampered, my dad always says that I'm the first kid. The first child should be an example to his sister.
It is not often a disappointment to myself.
Remembering that on this sunny morning left me in the loneliness that is now my friend. I was alone sitting in a corner of the house, still wearing sleeping clothes while staring at the windows and squares of our house.
Suddenly my eyes hurt and closed. I tried to open it slowly. I felt like something was coming into my eyes. I tried rubbing my eyes with my hands until my eyes were watering and sore.
"Assalamu'alaikum."
With my eyes still down, it made me start to feel unsettled. The footsteps were getting heard by me. The longer, the closer.
"Wa'alaikumussalam."My answer. Rubbing eyes.
"What's not it anymore?" Ask brother. Sign in.
"It's okay." My answer. Closing eyes.
"Nothing, but why ? Brother's eyes are red? brother crying, huh? Because I live alone." Ask my sister curious. Seeing me.
"No! Someone suddenly came in." My answer. Slightly down.
Oho! Raising his head, as if to believe what I said.
Then my sister went into the house looking for my mother in a hurry. I don't know, what? What he wanted to say to my mother. Then he disappeared back while holding onto something.
I was amazed to see his unusual behavior, which made me ask in my heart. But I don't want to ask my sister. I'm afraid my sister will get angry. If he's angry, I can't do anything about it because he's a lot more chatty than me. The volume of my voice is very much different. My brother's voice was so loud while I was like an ant.
I who sit behind the wall widen my hearing to hear the sound. However, there was not a single sound I heard. Today no, like the usual days, quiet and lonely just me and mom both at home.
I also immediately got out of my seat. Walk towards a toy place that is usually neatly arranged near the wardrobe.
The kreeek!
This game is so complicated. I have to be smart to arrange the houses. As usual I used used boxes.
Not long in the middle of the game, I heard the sound of people talking. Right by our window. I immediately stopped my play for a moment, standing up using a chair to look. Whose voice is that? I didn't recognize the voice, was it my father or my mother?
I went up and looked right next to the window, so that no one would see me peek.
Could be this bad! I said, in my heart. Look out.
Then I got down and put together the toys as quickly as possible with fear, and then I put them in each box.
If the clothes, must be all the clothes in this box. I said, in my heart while in a hurry to arrange one by one neatly until it was done all.
Finally, I'm done! Curiously, I kept staring at the window.
After a long time of waiting, I stepped towards the window and looked with a sad face and an upset heart.
I turned my eyes to the closet. Where the toy place is neatly arranged.
My heart was immediately sad and dragged my little foot into the corner of the wall then with a blank look I saw the door and the toys as soon as my mother's face suddenly appeared in my eyes. With her tight face and wide eyes when she's angry. My tiny body instantly trembled, the worry on my face was now clearly visible filling the room of the house, because inside the house we feared the most was my father. It was very chatty and fierce. But in addition he was very loving to his children, very disciplined and wise none of us dared to argue, especially me. But that didn't happen to my sister, she was so spoiled.
However, my father never touched our bodies when angry even with his hands. Especially against my sister he saw my mother's face on my sister's face.
Sometimes I ask my father. "Dad, Dad why don't you ever scold Ana?" Ask me to want to know. Saw my father.
"Dad, you can't be mad at your sister." My father said flatly. Seeing me.
I who heard it at that moment just kept quiet and turned my face, looking at my sweet sister.
"Your sister is still a child and she must have complete affection" my father said affirmatively.
That's what my father told me in my ear that my sister shouldn't not get affection from him and from my whole mother.
My mom who went shopping loved my sister so much. He never scolded my sister. My father once said that my sister was a sweet child.
Sometimes, I sit alone at night staring at the sky with confidence, that the stars are looking at me with a smile that I am a sweet child that they once loved and they are stuck in the arms of his affection which is now great.
That's what broke out in my heart, as I sat looking up at the bright night sky with the beautiful twinkling of stars and moonlight.
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