The Struggle of a Child
Following my sister
My sister and I were aghast while removing my chest.
Huh! Exhales
"No idea who, Dek?" Staring at my sister.
"She's nervous, brother." Stand staring at the curtains while holding the ball.
I also panicked and looked at my sister who was standing right next to me. Shaking my head slowly, however, I occasionally threw gazes in all directions nonchalantly.
While my sister looks still lurking from behind the curtain carefully while bringing her face closer to the curtain.
"Sister, there is a shadow that walks," said my sister. Feel scared.
"Try opening and asking. Who's she?" threaten me gently.
"Sister, take me, yes" said my sister.
"Haha! Aren't you brave, huh?" I looked at my sister with a small laugh.
My sister's face changed. He twisted his body slightly leaning right by the window and stared pus out.
My heart was so roaring at my sister who turned her innocent face away from me.
"Dec, don't be angry. Brother apologized, yes," I asked while holding onto two ears as a gesture of punishing myself.
"We've only been playing for a while, he's pissing me off" my sister whispered. Staring out looked at the scorching hot air.
"Liyan! What was that voice, that." cried mother to me from behind the curtain.
My cold sweat drenched my forehead again happily. "There was no sound, ma'am," I replied. A little bit away from the curtains.
His loud voice was now suddenly quiet so it shifted my body a little to find out. "It turns out, he's gone" I whispered, putting the lips close to my sister's ear.
He was so panicked and flinched. "What's gone, brother?" ask sister. Turning his head towards me.
"Your mother," led me to my sister. Glancing at the curtain.
His face was so strange to look, like he was struck by something that tickled his heart, making him slip back into the hole of mounting anger. I was so worried to see him.
My sister was getting excited to see me trying to tease her. He occasionally showed his pajama face that blushed with anger.
I instantly took out my pranks to make him out of his rage, even though my body was increasingly unable to make friends. I was getting weaker and wanted to occasionally sleep soundly to forget for a moment the pain I was suffering.
My sister was so selfish that she wanted her game to go on to take away her saturation rather than see my condition.
"What's not it anymore?" ask my sister to pretend to forget.
I turned to look at my sister while looking in wonder. "Nothing," I answered a little inwardly.
"I want to see my brother's hand. Can't you?!" Step a little forward and smile cunningly.
"Hand?!" I frowned with question marks. "Why ask about Brother's hand?" Seeing my weird sister.
"Son doesn't need to see me like that! Just give Brother a hand, as I request," said my brother forcefully.
"No, I don't want to!" rejecting spontaneous. A little bit away from my sister.
"Why won't you?" ask my sister in annoyance. "No, if I go." My sister smiled smrik at me issuing threats.
I again sighed while gulping down the vexation violently. "Where else are you going?" my many.
"Get out!" my sister replied briefly.
"Why should you go out anyway, Dek! If Dad finds out you're going out, you can end Brother's history here," I groaned deeper and deeper.
"Yes, how else?! Brother won't give my brother's hand. Then what can I do, brother," replied my sister with a powerful voice. "I'm bored at home anyway" he whined.
"Don't you, Deck! Brother is bored at home" I lamented in annoyance.
"It's appropriate, Brother at home." Look at the ball he was holding.
"Why?" my many.
"Sister's sick," he quipped without thinking.
I was eager to interrupt my sister and say that I was not sick, but it was just an illusion that was an encouragement to myself.
My sister was getting more resplendent looking at the ball and the small stone she neatly stacked on the floor. He, too, occasionally rolled his eyes at me with a little embarrassment while moving his lips as if he wanted to talk to me.
"Why is Brother looking down?" ask my sister casually.
I just kept quiet and still stared at the floor softly as if stirring all my heart and showing my tears to her. Even mute lips, taste so bitter to say.
"Sister, why is Brother really?" asked my sister trying to open my mouth.
"No why. Never mind, if you can find out, what are your hands for Brother?" Looking at my sister while enduring the sadness.
"For this!" Pulling my hand while putting the ball.
I was so shocked when I saw the ball that my sister put in my hand, I felt like I wanted to scream with all my might.
"Why did you give this to Brother?" ask me with sadness.
"Yes, to play, brother," replied my brother without burden.
"You'll know Dek, if you're not good at playing this." Staring at the ball.
"I'm not sure that Brother isn't smart. Big brother must be lying to avoid playing with me, right?!" Frowning with a sullen face.
"No Deck, for what Brother lied." Staring at the floor.
"Yes, I don't know what you're lying to?" Turn around while staring out the window.
Huh! I let out a rough breath.
"How the hell, Dek? Explain it to you, if you're not lying at all" I said.
"Then why did you refuse him?" my sister's grumbling is getting pissed.
"Because Brother is afraid." Duck. "If later. Brother threw his ball against the wall, how? Will you wake up?!" Looked at my father's room.
"Huh! C'mon Brother! Dad won't wake up. Brother throw it don't be strong" suggested my sister.
I was further restrained by my sister, her ambiguous desire to play ball in the room made me even more depressed.
The ball located on top of my palm made my heart more stubborn, the cold sweat on my tiny body even more soaking wet my forehead.
My two eyeballs incessantly fixed the walls of my father's room to break my spirit to play. While my sister, she was still silent, without a word and struggling with her ego that controlled her mind.
My feeble feet slowly I crazily approached the line on the floor, staring at the slightly arranged stone rising upwards.
"Sister will follow your wishes. But remember, when it comes to the wall. You must help Brother to face Father," I said firmly.
"What?!" My sister's aghast. "Help Brother?!" Twisting both his eyes as if thinking of what I said. "Wait a minute, brother! How can I help you, brother?" ask my sister back to me. "Son't know, if you're angry." Remembering about my father. "He can't be assuaged, brother. It's too hard for me." Turning around me indifferently.
"That's what you're afraid of, right. If you can't help Brother," I complained.
"Eat him, throw the ball slowly, brother." Take the ball from my hand. "This is how, brother." Throwing balls.
Puk!
His face was so smiling that he saw the rolling ball and the scattered stones.
"Son't seen, has he." Smiling saw me.
He looks happy because he has practiced the right way to throw, like an artist who is acting.
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