The Struggle of a Child
Anger at home

The front of the house was also visible. A restless heart shrouded in gloom, stood in front staring at the half-opened door. The usual sound filled the house, not bothering my ears at the moment.

My brother, who used to be seen crossing the house outside, is now invisible. I just saw empty chairs and tables. My anxiety made my weak hand slowly shift the door. Weak feet, I swing to step forward while opening the door staring with both eyes wide.

"Assalamualaik."

I entered trembling. A pale face eloquently stared and lowered while swinging a weak hand opened the shoes and arranged them to a place located in the corner of the door.

A reply from within, greeting the greeting was not heard . Then I ventured into the room, opening the curtains. Dropping the body and stretching tired muscles.

Sit down and take off the bag I was holding and put it on the side. The dim eyes now cannot be invited to see clearly.

Tired of controlling my mind, weakening all my nerves, until I sighed to release it.

"Who came in?" ask the foreign voice I heard. Walk towards the half-open door.

I immediately rushed down from the bed and walked out. I saw the voice of someone asking. I immediately opened the room curtain staring clearly.

"Mother..," I said.

"You," said my mother with a ketus. "How long have you been home?" ask her while folding both hands over the chest. Stand staring with a little annoyance.

"Must, ma'am," I replied slowly. Down with the nanar.

"Owh! Just got home, apparently. What time is it?" ask with great emphasis. Stand up and keep staring.

"Sorry, ma'am" I replied with a stammer. Squeezing the weak fingers, looking at the floor with a blank look.

"Sorry, sorry. It's easy to apologize. You know no! What happened in this house. Because you've been home a long time, ha!" screech my mother with a raise. Gave sharply.

Instantly my weak body trembled and wanted to shout wriggling with all its might. Hearing the deadly screams.

"Mom, earlier, we were at school for an extra hour" as I explained. I looked at my mother with fear. "Then me and Wid.." squeezed my fingers and locked my pale lips away. Lowering the view down.

"....Wid....what? Why are you quiet?" ask my contact mother to know.

Shaking I tried to open my voice, clutching my fingers firmly.

"Me and Widia.." Stop coming back. "...purchase a drink," my link . Stare while trembling.

My contact mother flinched. "What's? Buying drinks? Who for?" ask him by investigating. Standing looking at me with increasingly sharp eyes.

"To Widia, Mom," I replied firmly.

"Ooh!" nods. "So, did you buy it too? Hm!" his question is getting more probing. Screaming with full annoyance.

"No ma'am," I replied shaking my head slowly.

Huh! Grunts with annoyance. "You've never been afraid of your father, huh. You're always acting, as you please out there. Youknew. What happened in this house, Liyan? Look at me, Liyan. Don't duck!" screech with a high voice. Stare very sharply.

With weight, I had to lift my head up straight. Stare at him with all the commands that curb my courage.

I then, stared as he wished. Speak with bitter silence.

My contact mother stood up. Showing a deadly look at me. His reddened face, like a fire that he was trying to dim, looked at me with a frenzy.

"You know, Liyan. If you come home late. This house is sure to be boisterous with your father's loud shrieks. You know no! No one can make it to the peace in this house, other than you. Understood, you!" cecar my mother called. "If your face is not visible in this house, this house must be a mess. Loud voices were heard everywhere" he added.

I just sat there with a deep sense of guilt. So evil I made this little house of ours today, having a commotion because of my mistake.

Those who do not know know, must be exposed to the strangulation of my father who is so ambiguous. My father's inappropriate anger targets. Makes my mother's anger even bigger against me.

Even brother. To this day. I don't know where my sister is now, does she play? Is she okay? Was he exposed to the seepage of my father's anger? I don't know, I don't know. It keeps troubling my mind. Makes everything messy.

My contact mother still continued to stand looking at me with an annoyed cynical laugh. He was so furious with me, to the point that, he bit his molar strongly.

"Why? You scared?" tanyakanya. "Why should you be afraid? Didn't you make trouble in this house? So, you have nothing to fear" he quipped with a deep grievance. Dropping half of his body in the air while gripping both of my shoulders.

I could only freeze and take out the crystal grains that soaked my cheeks as well as the uniform, which I still wore. The loud sound of a mouthful, was heard making my breath sting and closing my gaze with teary eyes.

"You always cry when you're angry. "Why do you look so crybaby? A little bit, you're getting angry crying. I was, I was surprised to see you. Wh why? Your life is always crying, crying, and crying," she moaned in annoyance. Release grip.

I got stiffer and could do nothing. Pale lips, now felt trembling withstanding the cry that wanted to break. The weak body that stood up, wanted to immediately plummet to the floor. Blasphemy by blasphemy from my mother-in-law sounded louder and louder to greet me, as a new friend who became my life companion.

My mother, she's not satisfied, seems to be attacking me. He stood up, even though I looked helpless. Wouldn't he just let me go.

"Start tomorrow. You should be home in time. I don't want to, see you come home late" he shouted. Swinging his index finger into the air, gave a loud warning to me. "You heard Liyan!" staring at. "Just your sister, who likes to wander, she knows the clock home" he said. "It's you, I don't even know. Though, you never wander," looked at me in surprise. "But why? You're the one who always fucks up. As if, you look like a guy who likes to wander" he lamented. "Huh! I don't know. I don't understand seeing you," he continued to give up. Gone leaving me.

My mother looks so upset, massaging her forehead. "Liyan, go there. Change clothes. Don't let your father see your clothes," Walk disappeared.

I who looked depressed groaned more and more, restraining the moaning mind. Slowly, I turned my body back into the room. Undressing the uniform with sadness still enveloping. The heart still shackles the heart that invites cloudy, the more dim everything.

"Liyan, you've changed your clothes" cried my mother. "If you've. You go out now, eat here. Let you take your medicine. Hurry, don't be long!" from behind the room.

I stopped my fingers half-unbuttoned. Hearing her loud screams calling from behind. As soon as possible, I hurried to get my clothes ready and approached my mother.

"Yes, ma'am" I replied slowly. Duck.

"That, take your rice. Eat up!" he said slowly pointing at the plate. Tells me soon.

With a neutral heart. I took out a plate that had been filled with rice and side dishes.

"Oh, yes. Don't eat fried sambel, yeah. You can't eat it. Remember that, Liyan?" he asked, as if reminding me back with great emphasis.

"Still Ma'am," I replied a little nervously.

"That's, there's carrot soup. That's special to you," looked at me.

I'm the one who flinch. Walking closer to the vegetables offered by my mother. Hold the plate and take it and then put it back on the table.

"Don't forget. After that take your medicine! So that you heal quickly," he continued gently. Reminded me.

After that, my mother, also, went out in the middle of a hot day. He seemed to be rushing quickly. Swinging feet out of the kitchen door.

"Okay ma'am, "my answer lowered with a glance following her step out.

I'm curious to know. Standing in front of the kitchen door. Staring a little head out. With the plate I was holding. I watched him with a full look of joy.

In the middle of the day, he looked busy with some dirty dishes located. He crossed our well, which was a little away from home. In a hurry, he took her.

After I saw him. I then turned around and took carrot soup. Put it on a plate filled with rice.

After that, I then went from the kitchen to the living room that I often sat in, if again eating. Slowly, I dropped my weak body onto the floor, sitting cross-legged sweetly.

Staring at the rice filled with the soup I took. In solitude, I bribed the rice into a throat that had long been untouched by anything. Before I eat. I first drank some water, even if it was just a sip to wet a dry throat.

While enjoying the food that was in front of me, along with the silence that enveloped.

"Sister!" my sister shouted loudly. Runs.

Suddenly, I gasped and stared at the foreign voice calling my name. Bringing the rice that I swallowed choked.

My weak hand reflex immediately took the glass that was beside me and drank it.

"Sister just got home?" ask sister. Stand up and step inside.

"Yes Dek" I replied slowly. Laying glass.

I was so panicked, hearing my sister's voice yelling at me.

"Why did your sister come home long ago?" ask my sister by investigating. Sitting near me.

"So, there's an extra hour in class" I replied. Eating the rice back. Staring at my little sister at a glance who was so enthusiastically investigating.

"What are you guys in class doing, what's extra?" ask my sister to get confused. Frowning.

"Read the poem" I replied indifferently. Chew.

"Pantesan, I didn't see Brother in the street, '" replied my sister indifferently.

"Why?" aska I want to know. Looking at my sister full of question marks.

Instantly, my sister who was sitting around gave a sigh while staring out.

"So, I was angered by Dad," replied my sister listlessly. Staring bitterly.

Hearing my heartbreaking sister's answer. I was silent and could not swallow the rice. I think my appetite disappeared instantly. The spoon I was holding, my reflexes were put down.

Looked at my sister who turned her face away from me.

The face of my guilt, made me even more frustrated and gulped down regret.

"Have you come home?" aska I want to know. I looked at my sister with a pale face.

"Yes" replied my sister.

For a moment, I quietly lamented my mistake. "Dad's home?!" I ask myself with anxiety.

While my sister looks dumbstruck. Shut up with annoyance. He seemed to be pervading the incident that happened to him before going back to my return.

Both eyes stared blankly while remembering. "Why did you come home so soon?" ask me to reopen my sister's memory.

"I don't know, brother," replied my sister indifferently. Glancing at. "When Dad came home to see me. He immediately asked about Brother," he continued . "Should have been, Big Brother came home quickly, or told Dad, if Brother came home long ago," my sister murmured. Sizzling.

"How to tell her?" I ask with all the confusion. "Schedule his return suddenly told."

My sister just kept quiet to hear it and kept staring out. Seen from his face, he was so distrustful of what I was saying.

"Not him, that big brother was at the stall?!" subterfuge brother. Diverting myself.

I immediately flinched, as soon as both my eyeballs widened, looking at my sister with a snort.

"You know where?!" I repeat it back to my sister.

"From Rahmadani," he replied nonchalantly. Looked at me with annoyance. "So, I played there. Not intentionally, I heard that Widia was angered by her mother" my sister said.

The deg!

My heart stopped. I'm so worried, that my father found out. I must have been enraged by him a lot.

"Then." I curiously stopped my speech and looked at my sister seriously while bribing my nose back.

"Yes, then, he got angry, so be it," said my sister.

My pale face, too, turned panicked instantly. Throw a forward look with nanar, while putting rice into the mouth with the next mouthful.

"Then, what did Widia say?!" my many. Chew.

"She said you bought drinking water" my sister continued. Staring at me with a slumber.

"Ooh!" I nodded while chewing the rice. Shut up and remember Widia who was angered by her mother.

"Widia said apparently, that she bought a drink with Brother?!" I looked at my sister.

"Yes" replied my sister. "She said you two bought a drink" my sister continued.

I think my breath will stop. Even weak body heat, now turned cold. My pale lips are getting heavy wanting to say.

Meanwhile, my sister was so cynical looking at me. He did not show, even a smile on his face, after he heard my answer. I was late because school hours were added. Meanwhile, Widia said that she and I were late, because they bought a drink and stopped at the stall.

"Why did you guys buy a drink and stay there for so long?" asked my sister curious about the deadly investigation. "Because Brother. I became enraged by Father," grumbled fiercely.

Looking at my sister's reddened pias face, I couldn't bear to see. It seems, he wanted to throw a chunk of ice to make me freeze.

I felt like, like a mute man today, unable to say a word, to defend myself. Everything seems to be in vain.

This matter, as if it was choking me slowly. Until I close my mind. This mistake makes me dizzy.

I was so in the net today. What should I say if my father asks. Not to mention, it was my mother who was very upset with me.

So heavy a grip approached, that it forced me to spend my nose violently. The drinking water I gulped down didn't feel like it was soaking my throat.

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