The Struggle of a Child
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After my sister and I finished wearing school uniforms. We got out of the room with our school bags.

Breakfast was also served at the table that is often used by my father. The aroma of fried rice and omelet made by my father so tickled the empty stomach. Such a loud singing voice rang out from my stomach which could disperse all concentration.

Weak legs covered in trembling, led me to walk over to the tingling and attention-grabbing scent.

The sadness that enveloped my frail self was instantly embarrassed to last a long time with me. Tears that beg in the eye pelupuk, receding inedible drought pleasures today.

The raucous voice occupying my vocal cords has been destroyed. Exposed to a series of thin smiles that sincerely adorned this plain pale face.

How not? The morning that made it all early, better walking has glanced at me today. So I'm much better than before.

Although my memory still holds the events of last night however, I remain steadfast in the face of all that narrates the deep wounds of my weak self. The history of heart-wrenching paints does not make themselves struggle with tears that are seen on the pale face.

The laughter filled the room I was going through. The breakfast that I had served was now approaching with a smile. The empty plate that was available with the sweet tea that was seen entering the clear empty glass, I took it for a moment.

My spoiled sister's fragrant fragrance now approached and stood up to take breakfast. A hand swing was seen taking the plate with the sweet tea that was available.

"Why did you take so long, Ana?" My toot. Taking rice.

"I forgot last night to put together a roster." My sister whispered. Taking spoon. "Dad there isn't, brother?" Ask my sister slowly. Glanced to the left and to the right with a bit of anxiety. "

"Emang why? If there is." My welcome is full of question marks. Looking straight ahead take the sweet tea. "Dad won't be mad at you! You are a favorite child! You can't be angry, that's it!" Sindirku with meledek. Glancing at my sister.

"Where slurred! Now there's no more beloved children, brother. It's the same, brother and I!" Follow my sister with a swash. "So there's my sister's favorite mother." Rintih. Look with disappointment and sadness.

"So, you're wrong! I still love you, your name." Continue . Hold the plate and walk.

I've been hard-earned to get rid of the sadness that's beenfalling me. In fact, I saw my sister's grief crossing over to me again.

Previously the smile had already been etched beautifully on my pale face.

"Already! Don't be sad it's still morning. I'll see you and be angry with us again. I don't like to see people cry in the morning. Especially the one crying Kaun Ana! There's gonna be a daddy scolding us back." I said softly. Looking at my brother wistfully and turning back my head looking at the rice. "You've eaten! We'll be late." My orders with a pleading face. Steam rice.

It seems like my sister is sad because lately my father has always been angry, both with me and my sister. Hm! So crowded today I guess to the point that I don't remember, when? I laugh and play. And worst of all I've forgotten, how much is my pocket money every day?

My sad face and my sister are now almost every day friends with the pias face of our mother continued and the sharp eyes of my father.

"Sister, Daddy's coming!" Whisper my sister in my ear. Ducking bribe rice while glancing at my father.

"Where do you know? I'm going, I don't know where?!" My welcome slowly. Glanced at my sister while stirring the rice.

"Where's the father from?" I asked in a flat voice. Seeing with trembling.

It seemed like my father was walking not paying attention to me and my sister who were having breakfast and was sitting right by the door. After he heard the voice calling, he turned his head to look for the source of the sound. It was as if he recognized the voice calling out to me and saw me.

"Father from outside." My father replied straightforwardly. Opening sandals. "Why did you eat it so long?" Ask my dad to come back. Come in and see us while counting the money.

My father looked so upset to see me, but this morning he was so flat and calm as if his emotions had receded and gone.

"Liyan, Ana here's your pocket money." Said my father. Look at the money and give it to us.

"Sister, sister's tumben dared to ask Dad. Look out, brother, you'll be angry!" Eject my sister in a flat voice. Looking at me while bribing rice roughly. "If you get angry, I run away first, brother!" Cetus. Stared at.

"How about your rice?" My toot. Staring at my sister sharply.

"I brought the same plate to school!" Answer my sister seriously. Putting on a witty face.

Ahahaha! We both laughed out loud.

"We'd better leave now!" Ask me to see my sister. Chewing rice with a witty laugh.

Previously my sister who looked happy to tease me, looked softly at me who told him, if we had to leave immediately. He stared at the rice and the money given by his father. Sometimes he bribed rice, sometimes he looked at his money, like staring at a cloudy moon.

"Why are you? Why is your face like that?" My toot. Get up and stand up.

"I'm sad just as happy." Answer my sister slowly with a clear face. Sit down and look at me.

"Sad and happy!" I said with a thinking face. "Why can you be sad and happy, weird!" My chirps. Walked.

"Why did you say I was weird? I don't take it." Follow my sister with a frown. Standing spontaneously.

"Emerge him, when you say sad but happy, it's funny!" My embrace with a frown. Placing plate. "Then you look at your money closely." I was full of question marks. Turning my body saw my brother who was still sculpting.

"He brother!" Reply to my sister with a glass. "Dad gave me this snack." Pointing money wide.

"So, you don't want that kind of pocket money!" My cetus. Taking bag.

"So you know!" He said limply. Leaned.

In addition to the pocket money my sister who does not enough pocket money also like that. Today it's not usually my brother's pocket money on credit by my father.

"Son't know! I've never been given this much pocket money by Dad." Said my sister in a clean voice. Taking plates.

"No idea! Maybe Dad doesn't have any money, deck." I saw my sister. Stand in front of the mirror.

Then my sister walked into the kitchen and put the dishes in a dirty place. I who was standing while brushing my hair looked at my brother from the mirror with a lethargic face, he walked to take the bag that was lying with him earlier to eat.

The sense of joy is gone, now sad again present sheathed! It looks like this will continue sweetly.

The bag that I carried on my shoulder with neat hair and neat clothes was ready to accompany the steps to school.

My sister who looked sad because of the unusual pocket money, was silent and stepped with the bag she had carried on her shoulder. Go to your shoes and wear them. Don't know why? I look at it as if to say, that my sister has breastplated to receive her allowance while I sit and wear shoes.

Looking at my sister, I had to do something to make my sister look cheerful. Spontaneously I took the pocket money.

"Sir, here!" I said look at my sister. Take the coin and put it on the palm with a sad face.

"Is this brother?!" Connect brother. Picked up the money and swung into the air while pulling his lips up to a curve.

"For you!" Say it straightforwardly. Walked.

Instantly her sad innocent face smiled with a slight opening of her lips. Even though my sister is pretty jutek towards me. I can't see him sad. After all, he was my sister who could sometimes make me lose my grief. He can also help me from my father's anger even occasionally, hahahaha! An amused laugh tickled my heart that was still in the iris with an involuntary approach.

"Sister, before I say thank you. I want to remind you of something!" Said my sister with great emphasis. Putting on a witty face.

For a few days, I had never seen the face of my spoiled sister like this. Her jutek face had changed with a witty face until I saw her so hypnotized.

"What's that?" Ask me to want to know. Stare fixedly.

Hearing my sister throw insinuations not only keeps me quiet but also reminds me of last night's events. An incident that made the entire body tremble and freeze.

The longer I remember the fateful events that befell me. It's getting me depressed.

"Sister, we're here." Brother said. See.

Spontaneously I flinched and opened both eyes wide and threw away the trajectory of events that seemed to haunt all the time.

I look nervous. "What?" Warfare. Dumbly.

"Quick brother! Soon the bell will ring." Continue brother. Pulling my arm slowly.

"Don't remember what?" Ask my sister to know. Walking fast.

"Friends brother!" Answer straightforward. Looking at the classroom door covered by last night's events that tore apart this weak body.

"Sister still remembers! You better forget it. Brother's friend is evil! How dare they take my sister away!" Grumpily my sister with an annoyed face. Look straight ahead sharply.

"Not them wrong, but big brother! The brother who went with them." Complain with grief. Walking fast.

"Yes but, my sister has refused! Why do they keep pushing?" My sister's timpal is upset with a slightly flushed face. Sizzling.

How can I ease the annoyance of my sister who has been seen on her innocent face. I can't let this continue, let alone this in the school area.

After all this time, this was the first time I made a mistake that dragged some people along.

"Here please don't talk loudly, listen to brother's friend." My face pleads with me. Shut my sister's mouth.

"Let your friends hear me, let them know! Don't try to bring brother." Cetus. Look at my classroom door with a glance.

It seems like my brother's anger is so deep it's hard for me to be sullen. It has never been this angry. Right now the only one who can save my brother's temper is, the bell in!

Besides I saw my sister who was ignited in anger. I also saw my friends standing at the door as if they were welcoming me.

"I'm first, brother!" Said my sister. Turn your steps to the right.

"All right!" Greet me flat and in panic. Grasping my bag strap firmly.

After I saw my sister disappear, I walked back in tight. Looks like I need to get to the classroom where my friend has been standing.

"Liyan!" Shouted Widia with a sumringah face. Hugged me.

"You Why?" I asked in wonder. Frowning.

"You know not! Last night I came home, my mom wasn't home." Continue with pleasure. Tighten me.

Suddenly the soul was so weak. "You're delicious!" Saying with a clean sliver. Laying bag.

"Why? You're angry, huh? Widia asked with a soft look. Stared at. "Liyan means your father was home last night, yes!" Connect with a soft. Stand up.

"Widia when I get home." I said flatly looking at the classroom ceiling. "My father has welcomed me at the door!" I covered my face with both hands.

"So you don't see your father standing!" Reply Widia. Open both eyes wide.

"I don't look in there." I complained with a brush. "Because I'm panicking! So, I walked hard while looking down." My next. Laying bag.

"Why don't you see Liyan?" Upset Widia with great emphasis. "You should have noticed it!" Connect Widia. Piqued.

"At the same time I have to hide my pale face, Widia! From people." Cut me. Staring at Widia with a little annoyance. "If anyone sees, they can complain to my father. My father shouldn't have known, would have known, Widia!" My daughter is upset. Dropped my weak body on the bench. "Not to mention that my father was looking directly at the street." My next. Viewing floor. "I can't make it home safe!" I complained weakly. Looking at Widia.

"Liyan, I'm sorry!" Welcome Nisa. "Because of me, you've been so mad at your father." Nisa continued feeling guilty. Stand up.

"She's not your fault! But it's my fault!" My cetus. Looking at Nisa. "If I don't come along, I won't be upset." My home. Manyun.

"But your father didn't hit you, did he, Liyan?" Nisa asked with full investigation. Sticky-looking.

"Engga! But my father doesn't give me permission to play." My greetings slowly. Be clear and down.

"So sorry you're Liyan, I'm sorry!" Widia and Nisa. Stand staring softly.

"What are you guys! Why gather here? Someone's sick, huh? Ask Septiani. Looking at me with a wit.

"Engga! Who's sick?" Widia asked back the question to Septiani as if to make Septiani ashamed. Glancing at me with smrik.

Septiani looks devastated by the statement made by Widia. His face seemed to hold back the shame of seeing me and seeing Widia. However, I remained kind to Septiani.

"Seeve I've gone, kok!" Answer me flatly. Standing looking at Septiani with a smiling face.

While Widia and Nisa who were standing near me were so annoyed. The two of them stared at Septiani furiously.

As a result I feel bad about seeing Septiani. It was as if I was the cause of this rift. I was so embarrassed and silent to see myself that I stayed away from their conversation.

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