The Struggle of a Child
Hearts under the tree
"Liyan did not forget, ma'am," I replied. Glancing at my sister who spontaneously turned her head around looked at me and stopped her comb for a moment.
My mother then smiled. "Rest! Later that night when you teach, your body is relaxed."
"Good, Mom." Glanced at my smiling sister in astonishment.
I also left my mother who was busy with her afternoon duties . I walked over to my sister who was still standing in front of the mirror tidying up her hair.
Her pixie-cute-modeled hair at first glance does look concise and tends to expose her round face. Even so, this short hairstyle is perfect for him because his hair is very straight and my sister also adds a touch of bangs so that the look of his cheeks looks a bit thin . My sister's hair is so beautiful to look thanks to my father's cold hands.
My father was a father who had other side talents besides working for a living and being a teacher at home for us. She is also adept at cutting hair, especially for her children's hair. He never cut our hair on anyone else.
My frail body I moved closer to my sister to take a comb and stand combing my hair as well as the same as my sister, which was trimmed by my own father.
My short hair with blunt bob looks more appropriate on my oval face. This hairstyle can be combined with a thin bangs model like see trough bangs .
My father was so good at cutting my hair with thin-looking bangs. I look so sweet in front of the mirror while combing messy hair.
Each of our hair looks different from the shape of our faces. Our side was slowly almost finished, a little we were immersed in a sea of mirrors that could display our faces gracefully.
The comb was placed in my sister's place right in front of the mirror that there is little place to put the comb. He then turned his body backwards right facing me who was standing behind him who was still combing his hair until neat.
"Dear Mother Brother. Why does it suddenly look nice and friendly, brother?" ask my sister with a very deep question mark.
I immediately turned my head to look at my sister who was speaking. "So don't know, Dek, what's wrong?! But you're right, Mom and Dad look weird today. The two of them are not as usual who are sniffy and like to scold Big Brother with obvious problems or not." Staring at my face in the mirror while combing my hair.
My sister who was still standing with me until it was over kept listening to me talk. "Actually today, Brother was happy too. Rarely are they like this." Stopping half my side while looking at my face in the mirror. "Otherwise Dad. He always emphasized his strict rules in this house until Brother until now is not so free to leave the house, even if only for a moment."
"But, Sister, that rule is only for an older brother, if I don't." Standing up while looking at me who kept combing her hair. My sister's face looked a little sad looking at me who was standing.
Both balls of my eyes immediately I raised a little staring at my sister's face from inside the mirror.
"Why are you sad? The one in the law is Brother not you. Brother never thought about it." I stared at my own face in the mirror.
"How can I not be sad, brother? Brother is my only brother, if Brother is sad, I am also sad, if Brother is angry Father I am also sad actually. Hence, every Father scolded Brother or even the beloved Mother of Brother scolded Brother. You see, if I'm defending you." Standing up as if feeling my sadness.
The comb I was holding to comb my hair. I put it in the right place and then turned my body back right in front of my sister who is still standing until now.
His face was so softly staring at my half-unhappy self. "Dad why is it too tight on Big Brother, huh?" ask my sister curiously. "But between me and my brother is very different."
"Different from where, Deck?" my many were so astonished to hear the revelation from my sister.
"That's often out of the house, right, I'm Brother instead of Brother, but why is Dad so big a ban on Brother? And obstructing to leave the house."
"Maybe you're still traumatized?!" Seeing brother.
"Trauma why Brother?" ask my sister to know.
The two of us walked out of the mirror we used to comb our hair.
"Sister! We sit under that tree, yuk," my sister took me while swinging her legs and continued to step.
I swung my weak legs and followed my sister sitting under a tree.
"Why is Dad traumatized, brother?" ask my sister again to repeat the question.
I sat down and looked at my sister who was talking. "Because you wanted to be kidnapped."
"So, because of that!" My sister dropped her body sitting next to me.
"Maybe" I replied briefly.
"Why Dad got all the way, but 'right, it's a long time ago and Brother is also now big."
"That's what makes Brother a little upset and sad, especially if you have seen you play and heard your laughter. It feels like brother misses the moon."
"It won't be long, brother. It will pass soon." My brother strengthened me and gave me confidence in my father, that he would give me a little chance to play like any other child.
"That's a gray hope. It could happen or not because we don't know what's on Dad's mind. I could've said today that you could play, but it's for sure or not, Dad knows."
"Dad likes to change, brother. In addition, what he has said should not be about."
"Dad's the head of the household" I said the truth.
"Yes, I know, brother. But shouldn't a child ask for a little freedom?!" said my sister with concern.
The big tree that released our hearts was both very polite, he still gave us permission to make a sound without a cold gust of wind blowing that would make my weak little body even more down.
But the sound from inside the house that we had left instead made us aghast and forced both eyeballs to look at it.
"Liyan!" our mother shouted loudly in a panicked tone of voice.
His voice grew longer, getting closer to the wide-open door and fierce footsteps could be heard stomping on the floor loudly. His panicked voice was now as if it was not usual. He looked like a stifling person, occasionally he shouted from the wide open mouth of the window.
He kept walking around looking for me and left his regular kitchen duties at work every day.
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