The Struggle of a Child
My Father
My father was a man in charge of his family. After my mother. She has been a mother to us her children. He kept us from mosquito bites when, we would sleep.Also, keep us when, we are sick. And until this big he too, took care of us. He is tireless in our affairs.
My father was a loving parent to our children. He always taught us about compassion between brother and sister. Educate us until we become independent children. Taught us about religion. He did not know deeply about religion.
My father was a strong man to me. He never complained for a second. Even when he was sick. We never know. He was so, powerfully hiding his pain. Until one day he got a very severe disease.But again, he remained silent a thousand languages.
He continued to move as usual to collect bath water for us. Cooking for us. Washing dishes to eat us, shopping and cooking for us, washing clothes for us to wear.Sometimes, I am surprised to see my father who is not like, another father whose job is just to make money.
My father taught me so hard. Until people say my father was so cruel and fierce, not infrequently my friends are afraid to come to my house and do not want to play with me because of my father.
My friends often tell me.
"Liyan, we didn't dare come to your house to play. Especially, to invite you to play. We're afraid of being angry with your father. We're afraid to see your father. Your father's a bad guy, his face just looks scary."
That's what my friends often say. I can't deny their words about my father.
My father was such a stern man that he never messed with his words. If, my dad says "A" then can't turn to "B". He is also very disciplined and religious. Particularly, the matter of praying he never left her. My father was the kind of guy who didn't like trite talk. His life was always serious. Moreover, in educating children and also hardworking and patient.
Many times my father came home from work when, not seeing me, he was so angry.
"Liyan! Dad said it. You never leave the house if you're not home. I'm afraid that the past happened again with you. "Kidnapping" people out there like you a lot. Especially, for mothers who said, do not have children! Which he says, which he says, is so. There is a reason for that person to bring you. Stay with them. If, then you're lost where you're looking for you.
Reporting to the police station is lame, son! cared for. There's a lot more to that guy's business. We don't have much money." With the groceries he brought then placed on the table.
"You are my father's favorite son. Even though my father is fierce with you.Same you are just to teach you. That you may grow up to be a strong daughter. Sometimes, I think. "Why were you born the first daughter? You were born as the smallest daughter. You look so spoiled better than your sister."
My father did distinguish me from my brother from his way of educating and his affection.
Sometimes it's not uncommon for my father.
"Son! If you and your sister fight, give up on you, son. Because often I see you two sisters fighting. The problem is, it's just a trivial matter. It's not that I'm favoritism or anything, because you're the biggest kid while your sister is way below your age. You are so, an example for your sister.If, the first child is good insyaallah down it must also be good."
That is what my father said to me so often. When, we had a fight. My dad is weird. He just told it to the side. Just, to me. My father never told my sister. My father said my brother did not understand.
My father's age is now forty years old. Where age is not so young anymore. My father who is thin and tall.Kini became a guard for us.Her flat speech makes the atmosphere of silence.
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The night!
"Liyan! Span mat let me teach." While getting ready to wear sarongs and prayer clothes.
"Later, when you're ready, we'll teach."
My silence was the answer to my father.
I moved to take the mat behind the door and roll it out. I'm taking the pedestal for my I'ROQ place.
"Which one, huh? my clothes." Open the wardrobe and choose one of the good clothes.
Bough bough bough!!!
My bed is now full of clothes strewn from the closet.
"Helmm!" While taking a long breath.
"Eem! As I remember." While looking at the walls and ceiling of the house.
"I remember now!"
Kreeeeek!!!
It's this! I said in my heart. Opening the other closet door. And develop the face I hold.
Just wear this. It's pretty deep. After that, I wear a cloth to cover my legs.
Here it is.Just right. Slapping my face on my bed with the sarong.
Liyan! Shouted my father from outside the room.
I'm the one walking the look.,
Haaah! I was surprised to see my father sitting down first. Look at the one beside him.
I was limp to see everything. I didn't think I would?
As I approached I also saw something terrifying. Ls it? I'm gonna beat my dad with that? My eyes too, saw it.
"Liyan!"
"Yes, dad."
"Almost quickly! Sit here!"
My dad's sitting next to my I'ROQ. Looked at me with a face like he knew. If I see what? who is beside him at the moment.
A sharp and unblinking look. "Liyan, moreover!"
My father too, glanced towards his right side. I see, also with me sitting next to him.
"Th-it." I nervously answered.
What is that belt for here?! Screaming inside my heart by opening the I'ROQ sheet.
"Why nervous?" My father said while looking at me.
"Today you should get your review. If not?!"
His right hand was pointing towards the belt.
Be seated!
I started reading ta'awuj and bismillah.
I read it letter by letter until it was finished. After, I finished "Alhamdulillah!" I don't wear a belt today. I saw the belt in a soft look.
But tomorrow? I don't know? The look on my face, too, turned sour instantly, "imagine tomorrow.
I too, moved to the room.To remove the teaching clothes I was wearing earlier. As quickly as possible I move while putting together all my teaching equipment.
Seriate........