The Struggle of a Child
The unyielding draft
"Liyan Daddy go first, son. Fine at home," said my father staring at my pale face.
"You just calm down. Your son will be fine. Go then! I'll still be here to look after your two children" she told us when she heard my father speak.
"Yes Dad. We're already a little big." Holding my shoulder with a smile.
"Don't be naughty with your mom, yeah!" Twisting body stood up and doo'a stared out.
"Sister, who's naughty with him, isn't she?" whispered sister.
I immediately glanced at my sister who was standing right next to me. "Don't talk anymore, Deck! He'll hear it." Counseling my sister who spoke without thinking of the consequences.
"Be careful, yes!" Walking towards my father who had stepped from the front door.
"Daddy careful!" answer us simultaneously. Seeing my father who disappeared.
"Come Brother. Let's get back to playing!" take my sister. Turning around while pulling my arm walked into the room.
"What do you want to play?" ask mom to connect us.
"Play no harm" replied my sister slowly.
My mother-in-law's face immediately turned sour and left us without a word.
My sister was so calm twisting both eyes saw the feet of our mother who stepped on the floor. The foot he saw walking that had already endured emotions, disappeared from before us.
We went into the room to play ball again. I still follow his footsteps while walking behind my sister to play ball.
"This brother." Putting the ball in my trembling hand. He then moved his body away from me.
My trembling little hand saw the ball that was above the palm. I thought so, wanting to refuse but couldn't.
Balls and stones that had been arranged slightly to the top had now been laid on the floor neatly as if waiting for a throw from me.
Puk!
Without thinking for a long time I threw the ball and made all the rocks fall on the floor and scattered.
Applause as a sense of happiness was heard from my sister who saw me from earlier. Her smile was so radiant with small leaps along with her loose cry filled the room of the mute room.
"Horry! Brother can." The screams heard with applause.
"Liyan! What's that sound?" yelled the contact mother we asked curiously from behind the room. His voice still sounded clear though, quite far away from us.
I stopped my hand that was swinging half in the air, holding the ball I wanted to throw.
"Mommy must be mad, Dek?!" Lowering my arm that was swinging in the air looking at my sister.
"It seems, Yes Brother," my sister replied in an anxious voice.
"So, you just stop playing." Giving the ball into my sister's hand, then I rushed away from my sister to save myself.
"So wait for me!" A little scared came towards me. "What if he scolds you?" My sister immediately tightened her frightened body emanated from her eyes.
"We'll hear it" I replied in a flat voice. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring straight ahead at the hanging curtains.
"We played for a while, Mom," I went straight out to see my mom.
"What are you guys playing ?" My mother stood waiting for me outside the room.
"Playing ball box Bu. Sorry, we can't play outside" I replied.
"Mother is afraid later, many will break in this house," he said.
"We're going to play slowly, Mom," I said, begging my mother to understand.
"Mom knows, you guys want to play at home. But please, don't play that ball!"
Both balls of my eyes lowered their heads reading the floor correctly, twisting our brains to digest our play.
The room no longer had a sound. Not even a foot sounded to help me. I was still standing hearing my mother's ramblings pressing down to make way for me to leave.
"Mom, excuse me, yes, go back to the room." Turning my body because I am tired every time I hear 'globe from him.
"Go! But never continue the game!" Raising eyebrows while giving the threat of unparalleled hatred.
"Remember, please tell your sister! Already earlier he always talked about the game." said my mother to me.
"Yes, Mom. I'll tell him soon." I then turned my body toward my sister who had not yet come out of the room.
Her mysterious cynical face, looked at my pale lips that were trembling with hatred that was seeping in the heart.
My frail body was lethargic for a strange and tangled problem, like a thread. Being mature looking for a solution from the pile of eternal mountains in the heart, that is the best solution at the moment, then I walked to the room to meet my sister who was facing a small ball and stone.
Seeing and hearing my steps in and slowly opening the curtain of the room, my sister immediately saw my face in the hope that I would bring good news and joy.
"Sister, how?" My sister immediately moved closer to me wanting to know for sure the discussion that happened outside between my mother and I.
"Dark, Deck," I replied listlessly.
"What opaque?" ask sister.
"We're strictly forbidden to play." A little disappointed while swinging the ball in the air right in front of my sister's face so that my sister would take the ball.
My sister was immediately moody. He also, dropped his body limp while taking the stone that was scattered, then neatly arranged.
The stones taken from the first floor one by one he looked at with a sad face. His little hand looked limp, as it stacked the stone into place.
The disappointment felt by him was so deep because the game he liked was strictly forbidden to play.
My beautiful face looked at him with a fixed look. The ball that I had been swinging before him I spontaneously pulled slowly, as if I were lamenting my grieving sister.
My sister then, immediately stood up after putting it neatly. He stared at the ball I was still holding.
"Please give me the ball, brother." asked my sister in an uninspired tone of voice.
"What are you for, the ball?" I handed the ball into his hand.
"I just want to keep it, brother." His hand immediately took the ball from my hand.
My heart seemed to doubt that my sister wanted to keep the ball. My face full of question marks was still fixedly staring at him. All questions are popping up unintentionally as giving the right judgment.
My weary weak feet stood up to sit on the edge of the bed toward my little sister who was still standing. I then close my face behind my sister's head.
"Don't be sad. Maybe not yet your regime." Mocked my brother who struggled with his clever mind.
"Who said I can't play this here?!" my sister said, dragging her two long-standing legs.
Suddenly I widened both eyes dim. "Don't joke," I said.
"Who's kidding? I seriously. I want to play on the bed" he said.
"How?" manya curious.
"It's like this, brother. The stone was in the same as before. Then, all these pillows and bolsters we stack right near the wall so that the ball doesn't bounce too strongly." Put pillows and bolster with the arrangement.
"That must be bouncing too, Dek?!" I said tell my sister.
"I'm his son, never give up, Brother." Continue to arrange pillows and bolsters in a very slow way.
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