The Struggle of a Child
My sister's laugh teases me
"Yes, you're right. But the deck, it's bound to hit too." Tell me what I know.
"I think not, Brother," said my sister in her opinion as she widened both eyeballs paying close attention.
My attention was still on my sister's intelligence beyond prediction. I shifted the sitting position that looked weak slightly closer to the pillow that had been located.
I opened my eyes, looking at my brother who was again putting stones on the bed. "There must have been no sound of his throwing anywhere" said my brother. Shifting his body composing to and fro.
My head immediately raised, glancing at my sister with a face stunned by her skill that made me cluck around admiring her, while she was getting more enthusiastic about throwing a ball.
Puk!
The sound of the ball being thrown sounded slowly. However, it can make scattered stones fill half of the bed.
"No strong voice, right, sister?" I feel proud to smile.
"Yes." I replied.
His little hands again threw the ball repeatedly until he was bored and forced our mother to go into the room to find out our work because she was so curious about us both who were at home in the room.
"Liyan, why aren't your voices heard?" Mother kept us open half the curtain looking for us.
His eyes were so shocked to see us and the bed was full of scattered stones, even the pillows and bolsters were no longer pleasant.
"It turns out your work, yeah." Look at the bed that's been falling apart. "It's late in the afternoon, instead of taking a shower, you're playing here!"
The ball that my sister wanted to throw at her instantly she hid covered with her little hand. We were both shocked and lowered our heads and turned our bodies sitting right in front of him.
"Mom, we're going to take a shower" I said setting the tone so he wouldn't scold us.
"Hurry up!" Standing up in annoyance because we are still playing in a place that makes him unhappy.
Mother continued us immediately left us who were still arranging balls and stones scattered, out of nowhere.
The mouths of the two of us still remained silent composing it. I looked around the bed until nothing was left.
A simple bed, today became a playing field for both of us because my father did not give permission to play outside. So, as much as possible with the ingenuity of my sister's room that looks as it is, it should be able to be a place to let go to his crazy hobby of playing.
"Brother's favorite mother, why tell me to stop playing ?" my sister lamented in disappointment who had been beside me picking up the stone.
"Don't know. Usually when it's late, we'll take a shower." Staring at my sister for a brief glance then I lowered my head to pick up the stone.
"But, why does he look this day, weird? Not as usual," said my sister asked with great astonishment in her mind.
"Maybe he is tired every day angry and screaming" I replied.
"Tired?! That's impossible, brother. My beloved mother, that brother! Where ever tired, after finishing getting angry here, later he must be angry there," said my sister.
"Sometimes the anger is just right, Dek. Try watching! If he's angry, we must have made a fatal mistake." A little bit of insinuation for my sister.
"What mistake? I never did anything wrong to him. It's that big brother who makes mistakes often" my sister said.
I was stunned a little. "Why Brother?" I don't accept my sister's accusation.
"Yes. The proof today. Brother came home late, even Brother, is still sick, again!" brother says. "Who's trying to make a mistake, me or Brother?" Stared at.
My pale face immediately looked down, like a person who was embarrassed by the ravings of my sister who threw up to make me feel guilty. The voice did not sound in the slightest, from my sister, when she saw me directly looking down with her face bent.
The stone that was scattered now has been successfully arranged in the corner of the room wall. My sister and I made the bed and arranged the pillows and bolsters until they were as neat as before.
"After we're done, we'll take a bath, brother," my sister said without feeling guilty.
"Yes," I said breastfed at the attitude of my sister who had insinuated me.
Next, I raise my weak body to stand up after the stones in the stacking have been exhausted, then I turn my body and swing my legs to take a bath.
"You don't have to get your face fixed, we're gonna take a shower." Turning around walked over to my sister.
"I don't like messy, Brother."
"But, please tidy it up while walking, let it be quick, Dek," I asked gently. "Let's go to the afternoon."
"Later Brother's beloved mother, angry again." continued my sister. Lifting a little head walking into the kitchen, take a bath soap and towel.
"Sister doesn't shower, Deck." Help my sister bring toiletries.
"So, I'm afraid it's getting hotter, huh?!" my sister said, knowing my condition before. Walk in my footsteps until we walk together.
"Yes Deck. Later Father and Mother are angry again," I replied straightforwardly.
"Sister was thinking too much about Brother's dear Father and Mother. I'm so surprised, aren't you tired of thinking about it often? If I'm brother, demanded to be like Brother, I can't take it." said my sister.
"You know how else, Deck. Brother has no other choice. Don't be tired of seeing it. Just brother, if asked do not want, like this again," said I.
"Why is it so long, Brother?" asked my sister softly, full of astonishment kept walking to get to the bathroom.
I just looked at my sister, giving an answer while shaking her head slowly, if I also did not understand myself.
"Nobody looks confused, pftttt," said my sister holding back a laugh.
"Stupid! Yes, my sister is confused. Every day should be kept at home." Stopping the steps in front of the bathroom door.
"Once, try telling Dad. Let Brother be loved out of the house," my sister suggested opening the bathroom door and then entering.
"Talking to Dad feels tired, Dek. He will never be heard by her. There is always a reason that can make Brother stuck with his own will." Handing soap to my sister from the door.
"Haha! Brother alone, who was too afraid of Dad. Try Brother occasionally rebelling at Father," suggested my sister. Taking out a little head looking at me with a flaccid smile trying to tease my courage while raising an eyebrow.
"What?!" Both my eyes opened wide with reflexes. "Geez! You deliberately, yes, set up Brother again." Stand far enough next to the bathroom wall and look at the closed door.
"Why is Big Brother snorting like that? I was right, Brother." Back trying to tease me with her plumbing that made her even more happy.
"Son didn't snort, really." Trying to cover it up from my sister.
"Ow! Good Sis. Means I can often, like that," my sister kept laughing in satisfaction at having seen my embarrassed self.
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