The Struggle of a Child
Screams of heart

My father's anger hit so hard on all happiness, taking away the joy of being a child. Mistakes in the act of choosing between friends and parents make me shackled in the grip of emotions that tear this tiny body apart. The loud slap of words left this tiny, weak body like it was hit by an explosive that destroyed the rubble without any residue. Only tears are expected to be this self-rescuer.

For the sake of the weak self, only a prayer strand can I offer as a reinforcement to endure. The pain that was exhausting made me even more frustrated. The house that stood up just became an enemy that held me back at all times. The darkness that shaded me all the time became the restraint that made this weak little body even more confined

helpless

It was so longing that I went running far away leaving behind all the darkness that was restraining this tiny body. Bringing the weak leg to rest from the frost that befell.

Tired of all I've been through, the little laugh I pinned was enough to be an encouragement for a drooping self.

The air of the night, so friendly accompanied me alone. It was as if he came down with a warm glimmer of a hug, greeting this tiny weak body and smiling sincerely.

The dinner together was over, the medicine on which I was resting had been sitting sweetly on the table. Hope this weak hand soon grabs it with the helpless leg. The trajectory of my father and mother's anger is still beautifully recorded in my memory as if it could throw me down at any time.

The mood was still bitter, seeing my sister laughing happily with I'ROQ buried in the chest with the mucus attached to cover her small body.

Heavy breathing and puffy eyes accompanied me sat on the floor. Then I saw him walking through me, approaching the door of the room.

"Sister, just shut up!" Sapa. Seeing and opening eyes.

"There is." Answer me slowly. Viewing floor.

Along with my sadness, my sister turned her body and paused. He looked so soft at me who was still beaten.

"Don't be sad, brother! Brother will be sick." Said my sister. Sit looking at me with a sad face.

The shroud of words still wrapped my plain pale face. The crystal granules are still rounded in the eye rims. The small, pale lip tremors gave off a shivering sound.

With sembilu! I was eyed with gloom at the call of my father who woke up the weak body by reflex.

"It's Dad." My answer is to walk fast. Approach.

"Take I'ROQmu! Bring it here!" My father's orders were firm. Gawking.

"Good Dad." I answered with sternness and fear. Ducking while squeezing fingers.

My father's anger came back. The longer attacks destroy the peace.

Highlight my father's sharp eyes slashed a step until it bled. How not! Every time I wanted to walk my father's eyes were always visible on the floor I stepped on.

Scream this heart when I take I'ROQ and immerse it in my little chest. How not? My father's face is already visible on the cover of I'ROQ that I'm about to take, what a pain, for myself tonight! Why can you be sad? Because of the mistake I made last night, it's gonna backfire on me tonight. Crying inwardly, standing still for a while while staring fixedly at I'ROQ.

A deep sadness turned the body around with a mountain of fear sitting up to my father, wrapped in holy mucus covering my faults beautifully.

"It's Dad." Saying slowly. Putting I'ROQ on the record.

"Hurry open!" My father's orders were firm. With a flat face.

The weak hand swings began to open sheet by sheet, the pale little lips began to recite in a bitter and heavy voice. The eyeballs that could not open wide perfectly, looked straight at the terrifying weapon located on the floor right in front of the recal.

My heart also felt like it wanted to stop, even with shame. My wicked eyes glanced at my father who was sitting beside me who taught me to teach.

My fear tonight made me finish everything smoothly. There wasn't a single letter error I made when I pronounced it, it was all safe and controllable. The fear that enveloped me became a savior for me.

I put the full concentration in my head to remember the letter I was about to pronounce.

The glance of the eye that looked at my father to protect myself from his anger, looked so amazed to see me tonight. The anger that enveloped his twilight face pulled over for a moment.

Even though my father scolded me so much he still had a good side to me that is, when I pronounce the letters correctly.

How happy tonight is so supportive of me though, just for a moment. The I'ROQ I read tonight seemed to hear my screams so that he became my helper tonight.

The seething trembling soul disappeared when my father's twilight voice sounded in my ear.

"You're so eloquent, son! Say the letter tonight!" Said my father with a happy face. Taking rattan. "Now close I'ROQmu ! Don't forget to take your medicine!" Father's orders. Wake up from sitting.

"It's Dad." Answer me flatly. Closing I'ROQ.

It was time for my sadness to disappear, even for a moment. The sumringah laughter was formed in full on the pale face.

How happy my heart is now! I turned my body to walk away from the school.

The small ROQ that was inside the grasp, I placed it in the storage area neatly. The dilated mukena covered the weak body, I hung it neatly. The quiet room seemed to smile at the happiness created in me at this time.

Again, I had to get out of the room immediately to approach the medicine that would be my savior again. Although this heart had already screamed because of the bitterness he gave at all times. However, I have to drink it, otherwise my mother will connect and my father will surely be furious that will throw my weak body again.

Nevertheless, I still perfectly endured the bitterness of the medicine I was taking that could turn into honey for my health. Instead, if I don't drink it, I'll be a prisoner again at home.

While tidying up my clothes, I turned my body out of the room towards my sister who had been sitting cross-legged with a plate of rice. My singing stomach inhaled the smell of food from my sister's plate, making me turn a sultry step walking into the kitchen tight.

"Liyan, what do you want?" Ask my contact mother. From behind the kitchen door.

"You eat Mom." Answer me with a jolt. Stop over.

Even though I was still in pain, he was so cynical about seeing me and grinning.

"Just this afternoon you made a mistake now that you're smiling." Syndir my mother. Grins.

The pile of ice came back on me so that it melted my smile back. The thorn that was pulled over perfectly, stuck back together with the gust of storm that came approaching.

"Yes Mom! I'm hungry!" I said slowly nervously. Duck.

"Hunger you said! Because of you, I was infuriated by your father!" His whisper in my ear with great emphasis. "Your father is so disgusting! You know what it's about, Hem!" Continue with sharp. "Because I'm scolding you, cih!" Attack my mother with slow and sharp.

The storm drowned my little laugh. Squeezing tears into my cheeks.

So that the hungry weak body again screamed in an outpouring of emotion.

"You know! If you and your sister, it's not like the street trash dumped there's no price! Let alone ants, flies just do not want to come to you!" Attack my mother. Gawking.

The more I shut up, the more I gripped my weak self. Not only that he also likes to insinuate and rebuke me. I really want to tell my mom all this. The shrieking screams of the heart made my mind even more depressed.

Until now he still continues to rebuke me without being heard by my father and sister.

"Are you going to cry all day, huh?!" Continue with a slightly pressing tone of voice with a tight pias face and shrouded in deep vexation.

"No, Mom." I answered with a stammering voice holding back the mouthful. Biting my lips and squeezing my clothes firmly.

"Then why are you still standing there?!" Attack my mother and call me back. With sharp eyes. "Take your rice and sit there!" His orders are loud. Pointing wall angle. "Where do you want to eat now? Here or There!" Connect my mother in a whisper. Pointing with both eyes.

"Eat here." I answered slowly with trembling lips that I held firmly. Walked in fear and lowered his head with his hands still firmly gripping the clothes.

"Good Mom." I answered with a stammer. Walked. Sit in the corner of the wall and release the clutches of the shirt while wiping away the tears.

After I dropped this weak little body. Don't know why? I look at my mother's face that I've never seen. Her face was as if she was looking at my current pain. He was never near me. Moreover, greeting in a dream. It seemed impossible that my mother was now standing in front of me, accompanying me in the pain that made me a dilemma, even almost frustrating.

Before, I had only heard about him so briefly from my father. It never occurred to me to find out more.

The tears in my eyes so drowned my pale cheeks. Wetting simple clothes hanging on the body.

A blank look that resembled light seemed to illuminate my overcast soul. At all times I am restrained by the cloud which makes the steps blind and mute.

As a result, it always makes me depressed.

The heartbreaking crack kept me quiet and threw a blank look forward to not seeing that my mother-in-law had been standing at the side with a plate of rice in her hand.

"Liyan!" Call mommy to me a little loud. Looking sharp.

The approaching cloud moved away for a moment. "She's Mom." Reply slowly. Ducking and wiping away tears.

"You crying again?" Ask my mom to investigate. Holding plate.

"Neong Ma'am." Answer me with lies. See the toe.

With a big lie to cover my heart tonight. It made him not believe so much in what I said that he looked at me with a face so suspicious.

"It's eat!" Mum's grumbling my chauffeur. With a flat face.

A weak little hand grabbed the plate that contained rice.

"You eat there! Don't tell your dad you're crying! My mother's stomach. Piqued.

"She's Mom." My answer. Look at the rice with red eyes and a runny nose.

Eyes soft and filled with tightness, I stared at the rice with overcast overshadowing . If I hadn't cried tonight, I would have been treated immediately.

The screams of the heart turned out to be a cure for the attacking hunger. Tears become a cure for thirst and wet a dry throat.

The shadow that had become grievous had gone missing along with the frightening trail.

Finally, I had to immediately finish off all the food that had been available on the plate. Not only that, I must also be able to neutralize the sadness that befell my heart at this time in order to pass through my father and sister. Hiding as closely as possible was the case at the hospital.

Every now and then I glanced at my father and sister who were sitting in the front room with my mother. Why do the eyes see it again? And make the rice see my sadness again.

The weak hand movement swings by slowly grabbing the spoon and feeding the rice into the mouth. Even small tears flowed with open mouths swallowing rice.

Even though I was still sitting in the corner of the kitchen all by myself, but my voice still sounded in my ears, whispering talking about me who was so amazing his heart tonight with the study I read earlier! His twilight voice sounded along with a crisp happy laugh.

So I had to show a cheerful face without tears in front of her. I'm holding all the grief tonight in my deep heart. I can't even look at it with a blank look.

The night was getting late, the rice I ate was still sitting sweetly in front perfectly. There were no deep snores visible on the plate.

The excitement was raised again considering my father who flashed said, don't forget to take your medicine !

Instantly I forced myself to eat the rice until it choked me, so I gulped down the mineral water near me.

What I am doing right now is creating a madness that continues to linger in my heart. Throw out all the screams along with my heartbreaking thoughts.

The crisp laughter from my sister sounded so neutralizing the pain that stabbed the heart to blood. It was as if I was going to be reborn without a problem. Sumringah's face began to accompany my new beginning.

Then, I looked back at the pile of rice that was still in the mountains and then fed it back, slowly until it ran out.

"Why aren't you ready to eat?" Ask brother. Suddenly stood approaching.

"Sister just ate." Answer's short. Seeing brother.

"But, you've been in the kitchen a long time, haven't you?" Ask my sister to investigate. Frowning.

Even though my sister is small and innocent, she can also behave like an adult who is good at investigating everything she suspects.

No wonder he was suspicious at the moment and looked at me fixedly. The question mark's bolt coiled around his plain face in full, thus making me shut up and turning my pale face to look at the rice.

"Hat! Can't answer." Timpal. With a face as if meledek decorated with traps.

"Really deck!" My welcome. Sipping water while immersing the face in the wide mouth of the glass.

"His time, brother don't lie, I'll be angry again! My sister is scared!" Timpal.

Whaaat! How could my father know while I'm not telling anyone.

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