The Struggle of a Child
Remembering the ones that have passed
"Is there something wrong with what I said?" ask my sister back.
"No. But you're like the first time you hear the name old man" I said.
My sister flinched. "I can't yet acknowledge her as a mother to myself. If, you can do it, Brother can do it." Turning our bodies to the door right where our mother was standing as if my sister was giving a clear signal of rejection.
"Save a little space in your heart. I think he expects that from you. Hence, all this time, he was furious." I asked my little sister the impossible she would do.
"The room doesn't exist yet, brother... ." Turn your body around to face me. "... Because the room is full. You know, who's in my heart?" my sister asked me as if I didn't know.
"Who ?" I pretend I don't know.
"Dad, Brother and Mother... ." Putting one of his hands on the chest while deeply mourning him looked at me sharply and was silent for a moment . "... My mother, who is gone" he said firmly and with great emphasis. "There is nothing else in my heart, sister, just a mother. If he wants a place in the heart, there will be another heart" he said.
"Other hearts?" Staring at him confused. "Whose heart?" aska I want to know.
"Heart Brother" my sister cetus. "Yes, right! I was right, Brother." Throwing a glance and grunting.
My heart was so sad that it was hit by a violent blow that it struck suddenly. My pale lips quivered at my sister who was still reminiscing about my dead mother.
Years have passed it feels. The departure of my mother still leaves a deep sorrow for my sister to make her so cold and indifferent to the figure of a mother who wants to be a substitute for our dead mother.
My weak body is getting colder, like being hit by a shower of ice water that makes me unable to support again firmly. I want to throw it on the ground.
My pale lips slowly voiced heavily at my sister. "Our mother is gone. Do you want to be sad for a long time?" Holding my sister's shoulder with both hands while standing up and looking at her deeply.
"It's up to me, brother." Turn around and pull my hand. "Sister has no rights, let alone set myself up for who my heart is and who I put in it. No one can take the place of Mother in my heart, whoever it is, even if Dad marries another woman once again."
My two limp hands helplessly stretched down. My weak leg will fall off. Spontaneous tears fell in my mind as well.
The matter in the heart is getting sharper. The soft hand of my mother who once defended me with an embrace of affection seemed clearly present in front of me.
"Sister!" Call my sister turn her head towards me.
"Yes." Yeah." I immediately lowered my head and wiped my tears quickly should not even a little bit of my sister know, if I cry, it could be that she will get sadder and more beaten again.
"If you want to come in, come in! Let me stand here. I still want to be here." Raising your head to see the clouds.
The screams that screamed in my heart still lingered beside me. "Are you not cold?" I reopened the sound a little heavy.
"No. I'm not sick!" said my sister while glancing at me. "If you feel cold, just go in! No need to accompany me here. There is, there is no Brother, I will not be lost. You know, who wants to see me?! His son is chatty, chatty, stubborn, willful, spoiled, and another is good at acting."
"Gtff! Oh yea! I held back a little bit of laughter, but there was one that missed," I said reminding my sister of forgetfulness.
"missed out? Which one is Brother?" While remembering.
"Likes to play," I said. "Given your hobbies that love to play. You're right no one wants to be with you. Who tries to find you all the time. If you can't, can't go home, can get tired of people looking for you everywhere."
Ahaha!" His crisp laughter was heard covering his sadness.
"Yes, Brother is right. Who wants to be with me?" revealed. "I'm increasingly aware that I'm a child who loves the outside world too much. "Sister, always at home. I'm astonished. Why can you be that old? If I was ogah!"
"Oh yes Brother! If you want to go in, go in, Brother, then Brother will get sick, especially the day is almost dusk and the wind is also cold," said my sister.
"Yes, Brother is going in, then you, how?" my many.
"If I don't have to think. I'm a big boy, if I want to go in, I'll definitely go in, go save yourself Brother first, if Daddy comes home angry not me, but Brother because Brother's brother 'it's his favorite son," ledek my sister.
"If your beloved child brother is not possible Brother is made like this," I said.
"Yes, the calculations Brother train patience so that later if you have grown up to the wider patience." My sister kept making jokes that made me even more unable to dodge. "Kan is good enough for yourself Brother," he continued.
"Liyan! Why haven't you come in yet, son. It was getting late, the sun was also gone. The wind is cold and you will be sick!" call us by shouting.
"Yes, ma'am" I said with a slight shout.
"Go in! My beloved mother screamed from within. Do you want to see him angry again? Don't you tell me, if she's angry because I didn't call her Mom, it's impossible. Go there, come in!" my sister pushed my weak body.
Oops! I almost hit the wall of the house.
"Yes, Mom. Liyan's in." Swinging both my weak legs in. My weak little body now feels a little cold.
"Mother told you to come in. But you still feel at home outside with your sister. You are sick, don't be exposed to the outside wind for long" said my mother contact me while arranging the clothes neatly. "You know. Your illness is no joke, Son." Looking at me at a glance while opening the wardrobe.
"Yes, Mom." I stood with him who was making clothes.
"Please, you must be smart to take care of your health. You won't be able to take the exam, won't your sister say you'll be taking the exam soon?!" Turning his head towards me .
"Yes, Miss Liyan knows." I replied briefly.
When I finished, my mother moved back to another place. He also tidied the broom behind the door. Sometimes he comes in and out of the room and looks very busy. I saw him again carrying a pile of pillowcases and picking up a new pillowcase from the closet. "Mom wants you to get well soon, don't get sick again. If you're cured, I'm sure your father will be happy."
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Fiona Valeriest Putri Buffett, a girl of European Indonesian descent known as Fiona, grew up to be a beautiful girl. Choosing to be an architect whose name is now soaring with results that always satisfy clients. Not only is Fiona successful but there is no man out there who can melt Fiona's heart. His heart seemed to be locked by someone happy out there. The man she's been fond of since high school and has other women than herself for no reason.
Since then the nature of Fiona compared back with Fiona was small, it became a concern of all the family, what else Fiona is very indifferent and more busy themselves to work, except only with family members.
Can the guy out there open the heart that Fiona shut up in?