The Struggle of a Child
Apologies

She looked so calm, as if she had not heard what my sister had told her about her.

While on my spoiled sister's face was still a small grunt. He didn't care at all, what I said.

While I still hope otherwise, she can understand what I'm saying. However, he just kept quiet, while tidying up my eating place. His harsh defensive attitude made me so careless to look at him.

My spoiled sister. She was too resistant to her very ambiguous stance, so she didn't want to, some to take the place of our dead mother. He loved her so much that he never saw her and knew her.

Sometimes my heart grimaces when it hears my sister still hoping that our mother is still there.

"Sir, our mother is long gone, said Father." Staring at my sister who was sitting while picking up rice that accidentally fell to the floor.

Instantly his hand stopped and looked at me. Her sour face saw the fingers still picking up rice in a heavy voice, my sister, "I know brother," picking up rice. "Then, what if I'm like this? Is something wrong?!" Staring at me with a flat glance.

"At least, you appreciate him, Dek!" my door begged gently to look at my sister.

"What's it like, anyway, brother?" Staring at me with a slumber. "What's this whole time? I never appreciated it?!" ask my sister with great emphasis. "Over this time. I have never done any act of defiance" my brother exclaimed with great emphasis. Grunts in annoyance while throwing the rice roughly.

"Once if, he calls you. Call her 'Mother', '" Stare fixedly at my sister.

"What?!" Irritably. "No, Brother! I don't want to! Calling her, 'Mother' because she's not my mother! My mother is gone" he replied firmly. Turning my back. "If you want to call her 'Mother', Brother, not me!" reject it indifferently.

Spontaneously I shut this weak mouth tightly. Seeing my brother so hard. He still persists with the ego that dominates him. As powerful as anything, me and to any extent, I discussed it with my sister the result would remain the same, 'rejection'.

Mother connected us who had already left with the dirty clothes that she brought. It looked so lovable as if no problem shook it. Seeing her relax instantly made me a little relieved that she did not hear our debate about her.

Really, she's so poor that after three years of her marriage to my father, she hasn't been accepted by my sister as her mother.

I don't know what my sister doesn't like about him. He still refused to tell me, let alone my father. Maybe he thought long, if he told it to my father. My father would not believe, not to mention seeing my father who could not hear his son who was too far away.

My pain in my mother's relationship, made me keep looking at her with sadness. He looked at her affectionately, even though he didn't like me very much.

Whatever he did to me and he said that made my heart crack. I still respect her, as a child's devotion to her mother, even though she is not the mother who gave birth to me.

In the slightest, I had no intention of fighting him, even if he said rudely to me.

So too with my spoiled sister. He never said rudely to her, even though she was in a state of annoyance.

I turned my head back, looking at my sister who was sitting behind me wistfully.

"Dad! So, when are you gonna get there? Don't you want to call her Mom?!" ask me gently. Looked at my sister who was behind me.

"I don't know! Maybe forever?!" repelled. Looking straight ahead behind me. "Again, why is Big Brother so happy to discuss that?" the question is full of emphasis. "Is there no other discussion, other than that?!" said my sister with a ketus.

Instantly I took a deep breath. "Sister isn't happy..." Look at my sister's back and be quiet.

"Then…?" ask my sister to know.

"…but, Brother is sad to see you who still remember the dead mother." Duck. "Sister also pity him. Maybe she's hoping, if you'd call her 'Mother', '" I said.

"What?! Heh!" Snide laugh. "He won't be sad, brother! I want to call you or not!"

"At first, I was never angry. I want to call you or not!" reply my sister protested with annoyance.

"You're right. I'm not mad because I don't know?!" my cetus.

Instantly my sister fell silent and turned her seat, spontaneously facing me. He looked at me with deep anger.

"So why do you keep thinking about him?" attack my sister sharply. "I was astonished, seeing Brother. Actually want that brother, what, hm?" Gawking. "As if I don't appreciate and respect him?" Where am I wrong, brother?" ask my sister curiously. "Don't call her 'Mother'?!" he continued with a face full of reddened question marks.

Instantly my heart was stunned and willing to let go, leaving in a mess.

"Not so, Deck!" reply slowly. Looked at my sharp sister's eyes. "Sister just..." Stop with a little fear, for my next words to touch him.

"Groans..what, sis?" ask my sister to know. He looked at me as if he wanted to throw something hard at me.

"...feel a little pleasure, Deck! If you call her, 'Mother', "I said deeply.

Instantly my sister held a little head up with a smrik laugh and looked at me cynically.

"Happy!" reset back. "That's all, brother?!" Staring at me nonchalantly. "Originally you know! Our pleasure is just one," my brother chimed with emphasis. "That's it, we're brothers, no need to fight, brother!" tusky. Stand up and go to the door that opens again.

For a moment I sighed with a weak body. Staring at my sister who was standing at the door, was like waiting for someone.

"That's never gonna happen, Deck!" reply to me spontaneously. "We're going to keep fighting?!" my connection. I looked at my sister who was standing behind me.

"Where do you know?" ask sister. "We're going to keep fighting?" Turning a little head looked at me fixedly. "If we keep fighting, brother. Maybe at this time, or just now, when that woman scolded Brother, we were still in a fuss and I would not be silent. Especially defending Brother," he said.

For a moment I digest what my sister told me. I, too, fell silent and lowered my head as if harboring a million embarrassments. My dim eyes that stared at the nanar were getting smelly - glass.

"No idea, Deck!" connect me flat.

"No idea, what? I just know, that woman," my sister lamented in disappointment. "I'm so disappointed in my brother. Brother is still thinking about his pleasure. While he never thought of Brother. As he scolded Brother," continued my sister with a whimper. "Sister needs to know, if I complain to Dad, that he has scolded Brother. He'll be pissed off by me." Staring at me sharply. "Which one did you choose?! Brother forced my will?!" With a thinking face. "Do I complain to Dad?!" I looked at him with a threatening smile. Raise eyebrows.

Suddenly I was aghast and raised my head upright, standing while squeezing my weak fingers firmly.

"Sister please, Deck! Don't tell Dad. Later if you know everything, there will definitely be a commotion," I pleaded with my spoiled sister.

"All right, Brother!" Looked at me with pity. "I won't tell Dad" he replied indifferently.

For a moment my weak body relaxed back. I don't think I can do anything. My pale lips are getting more and more silent.

I kept staring at my sister who was wallowing with her upset. He grumbled deeply, after hearing what I had told him, so it made me freeze again to look at my brother who was too hard and continue to stand in front of the door.

While I just finished taking the medicine, it felt melted and drowsy. I wish I could lay down my weak body on the bed.

Sometimes I stare at the curtains of the room not far from me. Staring with a deep desire, if I can enter it and break my weak body.

Huh! Grunts of exhaustion too, I now release in a whack of inner condemnation.

"Liyan!" call a woman's voice from behind.

Spontaneously I turned my body staring towards the source of the voice calling out to me.

"Mother" I said slowly. Stand straight facing the direction that is calling me.

"What's your medicine, is it, are you drinking?" ask my contact mother. Stand looking at me fixedly. It was as if he knew I was honest.

"Here you go, ma'am" I answered briefly.

Meanwhile, my sister who had turned her head looked at him tightly, still standing still and did not give any reaction, over me and my mother. He so indifferently threw a glance outside back.

"Yes, Mom! I'll drop you off soon" I reply. Hustled.

"After I rebuked you, you just sent your plate," snorted in annoyance. Tidying up clothes that hang .

I just shut up and squeezed out the plate I was holding. Slowly I dragged my weak feet into the kitchen. Put the dirty dishes and the glass I brought into place.

Every now and then, my sister who stood there with her annoyance glanced at me sadly who walked into the kitchen when I saw her from the tail of my eyes.

He was eager to answer the advice of our mother. Seen from the face that challenges.

Half of me step. My mother-in-law muttered with annoyance in my ears, as she looked at me.

It felt like I was so stunned and wanted to cry hearing it when I walked past.

"From now on, you're not moved to put that plate in the kitchen!" mother grumbled back while looking at me who was walking.

Instantly, I just kept quiet and walked while holding the plate I was carrying.

From behind I heard, my mother-in-law still continued to attack me with her unrelenting nonsense so that my eardrum felt full and wanted to spill it.

Dejected my sister's annoyance, it sounded from behind me clearly, as if she was giving a reaction.

"Liyan!" call my mother to me from behind. "Have your sister eaten?" ask her slowly.

I just flinch when I hear it, putting the dirty dishes into place.

"Yes. I'll eat soon," my brother chimed indifferently. It sounds from behind me.

Spontaneous hard footsteps, heard right near me, as I twisted my body. I unintentionally looked at my sister's hateful face. Staring at me with sharp eyes.

I was so scared to see it. While he was taking a plate and spoon. His pouting mouth was tightly closed. The breath that came out was so rough it sounded.

"Ana forgive! Brother," I asked feeling guilty by braving myself. I looked at my sister with a sincere plea.

My sister who was upset, she just kept quiet as if she was reluctant to answer my apology.

He kept walking to pick up the rice and occasionally passed by me who was standing right near the side dish storage.

I kept looking at him with a pleading face. He who walked past me did not look at me in the slightest. However, I kept staring at him and turned around to follow him until he opened his voice.

"Why is Brother sorry?" ask my sister in surprise. I stared at him holding a plate. "No need to apologize. I was wrong. So, I should be the one apologizing," my sister said flatly. His face looks so cold looking at me. Throw insinuations at me.

Hearing that, I immediately closed my mouth tightly and disconnected the intention to speak again. It was as if my sister felt that I always blamed her.

I took a deep breath and turned my gaze in the other direction. Both eyes are glazed, trying to hold me so that tears do not fall.

Meanwhile, our connecting mother who was elsewhere, rebuked me so that it made me jerk. "Why are you two there...?" tanyanya stared suspiciously. "...are you guys fighting?" He enthusiastically waited for our answer.

"No! We didn't fight," my sister replied flatly. Walking forward nonchalantly without seeing the two of us.

"Then?! What are you guys doing there?So you guys have been there for so long?!" ask him curiously. "Did you guys suffer me?!" the accusation looked at me with sharp eyes.

I, who stood alone, was increasingly stunned to hear the accusations made by our mother, who continued in front of me.

"You two. My brothers are suffering from me there, right?!" the attacker walked closer to me a step.

"No-no, ma'am," I replied slowly. Duck.

"We have no scouting. We were just talking," my sister's pretext was flat with ******* the rice that filled her mouth sounded from her voice.

Instantly, I turned my head to look at my sister. Seeing them occasionally with concern.

My mother was so emotional looking at my sister. However, he was trying to temper it together into his adulthood. Not how long he shook his head and exhaled and left, massaging his dizzy head.

While my sister. He looked lackey with his attitude just now. He was so leisurely bribing the rice that was in front of him. It felt like in the horizon of his eyes there was not the slightest burden.

Not to mention me standing in the kitchen. Staring at my sister who was indifferent to the problem at hand.

Slowly, I stepped up by dragging the weak leg. Approaching my sister who did not respond at all to my data.

I dropped my weak body onto the floor that actually wanted to rest sleep. Forcing both of my neutrals wide to look at my cute sister.

Sometimes I move by casting out silence. Closer my face to see him pretending to be silent.

At first glance he looked at me with a dirty face, then he looked back down at the rice and gulped down the water.

"Why is my sister looking at me like that?" ask my sister pretending not to know while bribing her rice back.

"Sister wants to know. Are you still mad at Brother or not?" Staring at my sister.

"Liyan! Was your school clothes not wet?" cut my mother. Pretend not to know by asking new questions.

"No, Mom! My clothes were, not wet," I replied with a slight cover up of the truth.

My sister is sitting right in front of me. Staring at us with question mark suspicions, while following all our tempests with the movement of both eyeballs, like a detective .

But with my mother on board we look different. She looked so happy and happy after seeing me who was nervous.

His face immediately laughed, as if he was harboring pleasure after playing around with his attacks.

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Adrian Pratama was forced to marry with a foster sister who he had always guarded and protected. The biological daughter of her adoptive mother. Mak Alisa's.

All of that happened because Adrian Pratama's future wife cheated on him right behind her on their wedding day.

Can Adrian Pratama undergo forced marriage with the younger daughter of his adoptive mother?