The Struggle of a Child
To My Father's Concern

Today was the next day I went to school like, usual. Which is where, this is the third day.

This morning was very bright. Maybe today, it'll be too hot, later. While wearing my school uniform.

"Liyan!" Shouted my father from outside the room.

"Dad, Dad." I also ran to my father who was standing in front of the door.

My dad looks so neat today. From the head of the hair to the end of the foot. I looked at it repeatedly.

"Where is this early?" Looking into my father's eyes.

"Dad wants to work as usual, son! Before work I'm going to my friend's house, there's a show." While merogo pockets his pants give pocket money.

"Thank you Dad." With my right hand and my father.

I opened the money given by my father with a smile.

Here's the money, enough for me to buy a snack. I kept walking, I passed without getting tired.

"Liyan!" Shouted someone behind me.

"Wid."

"Wait for me !" Running fast after me.

"It turns out, I met you too."

In the morning sun . We both walked, and we walked around laughing. From the very edge of the eye not far away. I saw the school gate open wide.

The school gate is visible. In a moment, we arrived! at school.

Arrive at the school gate. My friend Widia walks faster than me.

"Widia, why are you walking so fast?" My steps were too quick to pursue him.

"I forgot Liyan, if I picket today?!" In a hurry. He too, did not look back.

Today. Classroom lessons are like, usually done.

Meanwhile, my mind is off, where it drifts. Eyes looking at the board. But my mind was on last night.

Remember that freak! If I go home later. He's still waiting for me how? My anxious face was also seen with a trembling body.

"These kids are 1,2,3...."

Ha!

At first glance my mind is reminded of the pocket money that my father gave me earlier.

Try it, I see. Groped the pouch, with both eyes still continuing to point to the blackboard.

My dad just now, gave me what pocket money, huh? Downstairs.

Just like this! Looking at the money neatly arranged in the palm of my hand.

My father gave pocket money unlike, my other friends' parents.They used to be given five hundred rupiah. As for me only, given for two hundred rupiahs. That's my father's ability I know. My father and I are very much in constant contact. My father gave me that kind of pocket money and I was the only one who could take it. A child never changes his destiny with his parents.

Ow! I was surprised my shoulder was hit slowly.

"Why?" Raise his head a little.

"mm! Reluctant, nothing!" With a soft tone of voice and a limp breath.

Widia nodded her head.

Both of us, back to how we were. Look at the teacher who explains in front of the class.

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Bell's home!

Teng teng!

The bell went home and rang.

I need to get home quick. Put the book in the bag as quickly as possible. I'm afraid the freak is standing there again last night waiting for me.

With a strong run I screamed.

Widijaa! Wait akuu! My footsteps approached him so quickly.

"Quick Liyan." He stopped and waited for me.

"Why you?" In wonder he asked me back.

"Every night. I'm coming home with someone to arrest me."

"Who?" While directing both his eyes to look at me.

"That's his house, which is near the ramp."

" Near the ramp?!" While remembering.

Ha! While nodding his head.

Widia was curious along the way. He kept talking about the strange man. It was as if he was remembering about that person.

"Liyan, or don't - don't the Indian, yeah!"

With complete confidence he assured me.

"I don't know."

Silent! We stared at each other.

"Liyan, I'm going home first. I've been picked up."

In the crowd of vehicles passing by.

I was focused on looking towards the road. Not hearing what Widia said to me. I still assume Widia is still beside me to ask her to continue talking.

"Widia! Later, when it gets near the climbs. I'll show you which one. That too, if he's outside. Even if he's in his house, I don't know?!" While continuing to look at the body of the road.

Instantly, I looked to the right and back side.

The seerrrr!

My heart was instantaneous, it felt like it was going to escape from my body. My blood, too, it felt down. My body is helpless. My face was instantaneous, pale and cold sweat. Both of my palms felt like, I just held onto ice water so cold.

So, I live alone! But where's Widia, huh?"

"You're coming home, ma'am." By lowering my head a little as a courtesy to him.

"Let's take you back!" She smiled sweetly at me and clasped my little hand that was cold as ice.

"But my house is another ma'am." Looked at the mother's face.

"Yes, I know. You stop by Mom's house. Lunch used to be the same Mother will just deliver her to the house. Won't you?" A warm smile was thrown at me.

"Engga!" With a doubtful heart.

"Why do you want to?" tanyanya back.

"Where is this. My father will lose me." With a panicked face.

"Wait what else come on!"

He quickly grabbed my hand and held it tight. The steps are so fast. Even my little body, it felt like it was being dragged. Sometimes I tell him to stop.

"Mom rest first! just stop for a second." Release her hand with my left hand.

"We're stopping? Don't stop, son! Let's get there soon." He kept walking and clasped my hand tightly.

But I feel like I want to scream. Request help. But my mouth won't open.

Apparently, our journey has come a long way. From below the incline. I looked up where, where I had met him.

"Dad!" Out of my little lips.

"What, Daddy?" stop and look over and over.

Waduh could this. When his father saw me bring his beautiful daughter. Can-can I?! no, no, no, no way! He came home so soon?! In the morning at noon. So hot, he put up a wanti-wanti. I have to be careful. While glancing to and fro.

My father, who felt unsettled when he pulled a rickshaw, came home quickly.

"That's like, my son?!" Walk and look at the little boy in the arms of a mother.

"But where is possible." I thought about that little boy repeatedly.

I wanted to go with him, trying to find help around me.

"Yeah!" I shouted out loud.

"What's? Don't you scream!" While closing my mouth firmly with, his hand.

Apparently, someone called me. Looking in all directions.

But, from maaan****. That seems to be, my son Liyan . While looking sharply.

My father, too, kept following us. Where did that step of my mother take me. My father just came home to make a living. With the shirt he was wearing. Long pants and a hat on his head. Covering his face partially.

He ran after me with the groceries in his hand.

"Hey! Wait!" Keep chasing.

"Come on! Hurry along!" He kept pulling my hand fast.

"Yeah!" My breathing is getting crowded.

From distance. I was with him and kept looking back. Ahhhh! I screamed in my heart while looking at my father. My tears kept falling down my little cheeks. My eyes, too, to my father, are getting smaller and smaller.

I can only move!

Dad hurry la!

Sopp!!!

Stop immediately!

Just stop! And he didn't squint one bit.

"Where are you taking my son!" With a high voice.

"I want to take your son to my house for a minute." With a flat voice and an innocent face.

"Hows it? Maybe you'll take my son. No permission from me." With soaring emotions.

" From yesterday I asked your son for me. You never loved her."

" What? It's nice of you to say it's like that. Hows it? Maybe I love you while it's my son."

"Brothers have two women." He calmly spoke.

"What's wrong I asked for one. Kan, there's another one. While I****. With a sad face looking at me.

My father, too, would not remain silent. He, too, pulled my hand and released it from the grasp of the mother.

"Come on! We're home, son." Pull dad.

"Wait!" Shouted the woman.

While walking and approaching.

"Love him is the same I let there be our son. I have been married for a long time and have no children. I love seeing your son. She's so pretty and sweet." Looking at me so warmly.

"No, not possible! I gave my son. These are two sisters. My father kept holding my hand firmly.

"I'm sorry about me before. He was forced into my home. From yesterday I asked. So, I brought him in secretly."

My father, too, breathed his breath violently.

With so hard eyes and my father's burning heart, he left and took me home.

The woman, too, left empty-handed and with a sad and disappointed face.

"That's son. Dad says you don't want to be invited by someone you don't know." Looked at me and stroked my head gently.

"Dad, yesterday the mother. Who helped me from the crazy." I saw my father with my innocent face.

"What crazy person?"my father frowned.

"That!" Pointing up the ramp.

" Which one?!" Both of my father's eyeballs followed my index finger.

Silent!

My father just now kept staring at the ramp I pointed at.

He continued to embrace me as if he would not let me go.

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