The Struggle of a Child
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"Yes, Dad" replied my sister. "Ana promised never to do that again to Big Brother" he said in a soft voice.
"Why do you promise?" ask my father gently. "Do you know what a promise is?" My father asked my sister again.
"No Dad" replied my sister. "To Ana's knowledge, that promise must be kept, Father," continued my sister.
"Yes, that. That's why, Dad asked you. Can you keep your promise? Because as far as Dad knows you can't, as you say," my father said.
"But Ana will try as much as she can" my sister said excitedly. "Dad not to worry."
"You are this, son." My father was so happy to hear from his tone. "Daddy is amazed at you, every time you do something annoying, surely you will put on a sad and spoiled face." You're saying, I'm sorry Ana, Ana won't do that again, '" my father joked with teasing my sister.
"Ana should how else Dad. My sister is always home. She never left the house, just like the queen," my sister quipped a little bit. "Originally you know, even a game, Brother no one knows, it's pathetic Dad" said my sister.
"Hm! What Son, is this Dad deliberately insinuating me?" asked my father after hearing my brother's heart grievances.
"No Dad. Ana didn't insinuate Dad. Ana just remembered it, "my sister replied a little indifferently.
"Hm! Means Dad's son is smart." My father gave me praise for seeing my sister who was more sensitive to me.
"Why did you say? If I don't give your brother permission to come out? Did your brother complain to you?" ask my father to investigate.
"No Dad," my sister replied briefly. "Sister didn't dare to say anything. You know, the big brother could just shut up, like a statue." Instantly my sister said in her spoiled voice so that she would not get my father's anger.
"So, like that," said my father in a flat tone of voice. "Is your brother sad?" ask dad.
"Little Dad." My sister answered my father's question.
"But I know, what's best for your brother, what's not" my dad maintained his mindset.
"But Daddy pity Brother. He never knew about toys." said my sister. Smartass.
"That toy doesn't really matter, son! What matters is your brother's safety." My father maintained his way of thinking.
"Why did you say it wasn't important?" ask my sister to know. "And if we knew about our game, we'd be smart Dad,"
"Yes, it's just for you. You like to play. So, you say it like that, if they don't like it, they won't say it like that, let alone think about it." Continue father. My father was so enthusiastic that he would not lose arguing with my sister.
I in the room kept listening to their debate, who would be the winner and the key holder to the title of the most influential person, but my father was not named if, he had to lose the debate with my sister.
An amused laugh, instantly etched into my pale face, as if I had never felt anything heartbreaking.
My father and my brother were still arguing about me, between playing and not. They continue to argue. My little brother, innocent and spoiled, expressed an opinion, like a great speaker. Ahaha! Laughter tickled my heart.
"No, Son! Smart is seen from us achievers, a lot of learning and listening," said my father.
"But Dad, if we learn and listen a lot, you're bored!" my sister grumbled against my father.
"Bored of where, son? 'The study is not just there, '" my father explained softly.
"So?" asked my sister probing in an annoyed tone of voice.
"For example, today is school and night is school." My father was so excited to tell my sister. "Today, hearing the teacher's advice, you'll hear Dad's advice." A happy tone of voice.
I who was on guard with my weak body so as not to get worse continued to struggle with the blanket that covered the body. My brother's voice is getting heated up because my father who keeps raving is not in accordance with his wishes.
"Dad, if you play sometimes, can't you?!" said my sister again issued her opinion.
"Yes, who said no," answered my father, telling my sister, as if my father would not lose to my brother.
"Father's son never wants to lose" said my father in an amused tone, as if my father was eager to laugh at my confused-looking brother.
The living room that was crowded, suddenly suddenly silent, there was no more sound of a beating that opened both of my pale lips with reflex. It seems, my sister has lost competitiveness with my father so she kept quiet herself .
The room I was in right now was so stunned at my steadfastness. He clutched me with his warm embrace and calmed me for a moment, so that I could forget the grievances and diseases that were getting worse.
While my father and sister had been unmoved for a long time, not a hint of the spoiled voice of my sister could be heard even just the voice of my father freely.
"Why shut up?" asked my father suddenly in surprise.
"Ana did not shut up, Father," answered my sister interrupting my father.
"Then, what's wrong with you, son? I see you're not excited."
"How, Ana wants some spirit? Dad always called Ana wrong" my sister indirectly quipped.
"Believe where? Father never blames you" said my father firmly.
"That was the proof! I've blamed Ana." my sister's sulking a little. "Dad said, we have much to learn and hear." Then, how about playing, Ana? Can't Ana play anymore?" ask my sister with great emphasis. Sulks.
"Can. Who said you can't play?" My father revived my brother's spirit. "But not too often. Especially all day playing. In fact, just getting home to play, to disturb the comfort of people who are resting," My father slightly insinuated my sister who had ruined her break.
My sister immediately fell silent in shame and she did not immediately interrupt what my father said. He seemed to be thinking about his mistake which created a thousand attacks of advice on him.
Even a small smile was etched beautifully from my pale lips, in response to the two of them.
My father immediately filled my sister's silence. "Then I'll go, son!" dad said. "Dad, hope you hear what Dad has to say" My father gave my sister advice.
"So, we can't play at home, can we?!" ask my sister sadly.
"Dad doesn't forbid you from playing at home. But I'd rather you guys study and not play games that get other people distracted" my dad said. "Look for another game that does not disturb the comfort of others. If the game is like that, it is not good for you to play, especially at home. If it comes to the contents of the house, the contents of the house can be destroyed, son, how? Or about the body, it must hurt, right?!"
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Betrayed by a loved one, the wife, makes Louis Gabriel shut himself off from women, he lives his days so lonely that he even lives in his luxurious and large house without being accompanied by anyone.
Cold, rude, and arrogant became the nature of Louis who was one of the richest businessmen in his country. Although Luois closed her heart to a woman, however, not to the lust and lust that was within her.
As a normal man, of course, he still needs women to meet his biological needs, and Loius always uses the services of comfort women to satisfy his lust.
Until finally, he met a woman who was indifferent, chanting even installments named Arista who was able to open the heart and even melt the soul that had been frozen.
What was the meeting of the two of them like? will Arista receive the love of a wealthy man, however, have the Arogan and arbitrary nature?