The Struggle of a Child
Commemorative
"So, like that, yeah," I said. "What if Brother throws him off in the distance?" my many. Squeeze eyebrows.
My sister heaved. "Yes, don't go far away, Brother," She leaned over half her body.
"alright. I'll try, but remember if you throw me wrong, you have to help Brother." Let out a cheerful voice of my people.
"Yes, I will do my best" said my sister half-assuredly.
I, too, began to do according to my sister's instructions half-heartedly. I swung the ball according to his direction.
Puk!
Trank!
I immediately spread both eyes wide, staring at the wall of my father's room that was hit by the ball. My frail body immediately plunged to the floor without a word, the cold sweat that stuck to my weak little body now felt soaked.
I immediately panicked to the point of lamenting the walls of my father's room and turning my mind around, imagining what my father would give me later, as a result of my carelessness that forced him to wake up from his sleep.
"Who is that?" my father's screams made a loud noise.
I was immediately stunned as I looked at my little sister who looked calm. My father's loud voice filling my eardrum did not make him bitter in the least. She was like hearing a beautiful singing voice, visible from her relaxed face.
Spontaneously I stood looking at my sister who did not give any reaction. She could still pull a little bit of her lips looking at me who was nervous.
"You're not helping Brother, you're seeing Brother, like that!" my groaning brings out emotions.
"What should I do, brother. Everything has happened. I'm just shocked," she replied. "The ball, the pitch is too tight." Staring at me in lethargy.
"Huh! You are, again, quibbling. You always make me wallow in your traps." Take out my pias face.
My sister froze as if she felt guilty for freaking me out. The lips she had pulled were now removed, when she saw my greater anger for the first time.
"Sister, sorry. I didn't mean to frame Brother." Staring at the nanar with both dim eyes.
"I'm sorry, that's all you can say so many times." Rotating views. "At any time you listen to what Brother has to say to you." Dismissed with great emphasis.
Hu hu hu!
My sister gasped with her broken cry, as if she thought I was going to swallow it. I then turned my head while massaging my dizzy forehead, occasionally I snorted in annoyance, throwing away everything that was clumping in my heart.
"Already, Deck. Don't mena...". Stopped saying.
"Liyan, what was that voice?" ask me, rising up from behind the curtain.
I opened my voice and faced the curtains. "Ti-nothing, Father," I replied slightly stammered with a panicked face.
"If there is nothing! Then what was that voice you heard earlier, huh?" ask my dad to investigate.
"That's Dad's ball" my sister said.
"So, you guys play ball in the room, huh?!" my father asked us.
"Yes, Dad" I replied.
"Who threw it against the wall?" ask my father to get angry. "Huh?" Paused. "You know, if Dad's resting." My father's voice is getting higher.
I was so shocked to hear it, my body was instantly weak and limp, now I can only swallow my father's anger and consider it a dessert.
"We are Father," my sister replied cautiously.
"We didn't accidentally, Dad." Feeling guilty.
"So, you two threw it, didn't you?" ask my dad to come back.
"L-lf... ." Closing my mouth and looking at me.
"No Dad" I replied with honesty. "That throws him Liyan, not Ana." I answered him by giving him the truth.
"You're this. Always pissed Dad off and emotional. "You've always been Liyan's," my father whispered in a voice a little far away.
"Sister, why did you cut my conversation?" ask my sister to snort. "If you're in the law, I'll have to?!" Exhaling a breath of annoyance.
My poor self can only lament my miserable fate. My weak legs still I was forced to stand, as much as possible, this was the day after day that I went through to practice, so that I did not look weak in a state that clamped me down at any time.
My father, who was standing behind the curtain, was still blabbering with satisfaction. Words of satire that continue to ring in the ears to stifle the chest.
My sister gripped her confusion with her frown trapping myself deeper.
The silent room now sounded like, like a fist ring crowded with screams, life and death.
"This is all because of you" I whispered with great emphasis.
"Yes, yes! So, because of who? If not for your sake." I scolded by swerving.
"Liyan, Iris. Why are you guys still yelling?" ask my father with a loud screech.
"Our father no longer screamed. We just tell you the story," said my sister as she drew up stones, covering up the truth.
"Oh!" My father lowered the volume. "Where is your brother?" ask dad.
"Yes Dad." I immediately answered my father's question.
"You didn't fight, did you?" ask my dad to want to know.
"No Dad," I replied .
"Yes already, I want to go first." The shadow immediately moved away from behind the curtain.
"Sister. Where are you going?" My sister immediately looked at me with question marks.
"Sister doesn't know," I replied a little indifferently. "If you want to know, just ask!" my proposal.
"Yes, you're right too." My sister flicked the curtains of the room while listening to my proposal.
He came out turning his head indifferently, staring at my father's slightly shaken steps.
"Where are you going?" ask my brother to go after my father.
"Dad wants to go make a living, son," answered my father gently.
My sister and my father were still talking, while I was still in the room upset to the point of making my whole body feel hot as if it were burning with fire. The looming anger now dominates me. The voices of my father and sister were still heard though, quite a distance away from me.
"Why did you leave so soon?" ask sister.
"You can't make me rest in peace" my father said.
"I'm sorry, Dad," asked my sister softly.
"Other times, if you guys like that, I'll punish you" said my father firmly. "Have your brother recovered?" My father wanted to know again.
"Ana doesn't know, Dad," replied my sister.
"Why don't you know? You should know, your brother's sick or not." My father gave me a warning.
"Sorry Dad." My brother apologized to my father.
"Don't apologize to Dad. Apologize to your brother. I know that you always make your brother oppressed" said my father in a flat voice.
"Dad actually, Ana wasn't like that. Ana just wanted to see Brother laugh," my sister explained.
"You, always defend yourself with sadness. "Ana, your brother is sick again, remember! So, Father's request, don't tell your brother too much to follow your will."
My brother's voice instantly disappeared, without a word and not being heard filling the empty room again, only my father's voice heard occasionally echoed to break the silence.
"You should take good care of your sister. You two are just the two of you. So, you guys should give each other affection."
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Cherry Jovanka Emilia is best friends with Neva Aurelia Hadinata and Steve Roger Timothy.
At that time Cherry could not afford the money of the School because her mother was sickly. Cherry's father has been dead since she was 7 years old.
Neva, who was compassionate to him, asked his brother named Lucas Zander Hadinata, a CEO at Axosha Jewelry company to help.
Lucas and Cherry meet. The young, established man did not expect that this girl would turn his life upside down.
How's their story going next?