The Struggle of a Child
The truth from my sister
"Yes. I don't have fake curly hair, sister." My sister touched her hair.
"So, because of that, you put powder on it," I cleaned my face slowly.
"Yes. I thought that using powder would be more exciting." Pulling her lips sweetly.
"What call?" Swinging my pale lips held back laughter.
"Seru is judging Brother" he said. Smiling with happiness. "Sister!" My sister called me who sat with her.
"Yes, what's wrong?" I immediately replied to my sister who called me slowly.
"Are we not angry?" ask sister.
"Because of anger, why?" my many. Look at my brother who's weaving a cloth.
"This fabric!" brother says. "Seeing dirty and colored. There's red and there's white." It was as if my sister was counting the color of the cloth she was holding.
"Then why? With red and white. What's up?" I'm getting less and less understood.
"We're going to get angry" he said in a moody voice.
Suddenly I took off the cloth that wiped my pale face. I also reflexively carried away my brother's troubled mood and returned to look at the cloth.
"Dad's gonna get tired of washing it." Staring at the cloth that became the victim of our ignorance. "We won't be strong enough to hear Dad's voice that nags at us every day" I said.
"Then what, brother? Do we have to keep this cloth in the closet." My sister's puzzling advice.
"It's actually a good idea. We will keep this cloth in the closet. But that's impossible, Deck. This fabric will keep this color." I turned the cloth while thinking.
"You don't want us to wash it ourselves" my sister said.
"What?! Did we wash it ourselves?" Opening both balls of my dim eyes wide. "What would you say to your brother? If he sees his favorite daughter washing." Staring at my sister with wide eyes full of alarming question marks.
"Why are you surprised? Brother was like the first time I heard the word wash." My sister didn't like my reaction to sudden shock. "Oh, yes Brother! One over. About Dad. Dad is not new this time we see as you are afraid, it is almost every day. So, you don't have to be surprised." sidelines my sister who is not interested in my fears.
"Just panic a little bit. Can't imagine when Dad comes back and he says, 'Liyan, try to bring here first your blanket, I want to see it still clean or dirty, ' how? Ana don't you think about it one bit?!" I immediately sighed in looking at my brother who was too indifferent.
"I can't think of Dad today." My sister's hand is still seen cleaning her head with the cloth I gave her.
Without me noticing, it turned out that my sister had been sitting next to me, like a child waiting for the pocket money . "Why are you sitting in front of Brother?" My sister immediately shifted her body backwards after hearing my words.
"I want to ask Brother for help" said my sister who had been sitting behind me.
"Ask what rock?" my many. My little heart already knows what my sister means, if she needs my help. But he did not want to say it clearly. He was still silent as if he thought he would continue with his intentions or not.
The old silence enveloped us, making me a little careless to see my sister, like a statue sitting quietly behind me without shifting for a second.
The bright light has now changed at dusk. The sound of footsteps from outside was clearly heard from the room we entered the house.
"Dad!" My sister and I were surprised like someone who had just heard that voice.
Directly my sister turned her head and shifted away from me. "That's Dad, isn't it, Brother?!" My sister looked at me with a face full of question marks.
"Yes, it looks like it's Dad" I said, moving my pale lips to a quiver.
"Sister, quickly stack up!" My sister immediately tidied up all the contents of our room. She looked so enthusiastic that she almost forgot her strange face and hair.
" What about your hair?!" whispered slowly. Raising a little bit of my weak little body cleansed my sister's hair. "Why did you sprinkle powder on your head?" I'm constantly rubbing my sister's head clean.
"I don't know if it's going to be like this" he said in a panic.
"You know what's gonna happen after Dad sees your head, like this? Do you think I'll laugh and praise you" I grumbled.
"Dad will definitely scold me, Brother?! Because this afternoon Dad was so upset with me too" said my sister softly. His sadness returned.
"Who said you'd be upset?" I feel guilty while feeling guilty.
"Dad said," my sister answered briefly.
"Say Dad?!" I don't feel myself believing. My weak hand that was cleaning my sister's hair instantly stopped. My face is now filled with question marks that haunt me back. "Dad said anything, just now?" I went back to investigating everything from my sister.
"Dad said I couldn't keep an eye on you at school. I'm the same big brother.will be at the school stop." Both of my sister's eyes were so sad and couldn't bear to look at me. "So, this is me getting scared that Dad's scolding me. I can't bear to see my father's anger in me, Brother," my sister whispered with a whimper that cut my heart.
"What?! Ana are you serious?" Both my eyes opened wide.
"Eum!" My sister just nodded in confirming.
"Dad said that?!" My arm fell down instantly. "Others what Dad said?!" I continued to investigate deeply to extract information from my sister.
" Dad said that brother was sick
any more... Brother tomorrow can't go to school" my sister told me the truth.
The deg!
My body immediately drooped. Both balls of my eyes were spinning looking for the mistake I had made. My spirit is now broken. The rest of that happiness is now gone.
A grumbling heart groan re-occurs . My weak self is fragile again. At a glance the hope that I have lived crumbled without seeing the effort that I have been building.
"Assalamualaik." My father greeted me in.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." I heard the voice of my mother, so we answered my father's greetings warmly.
"Where are the kids?" ask my dad to come in .
"There's in the room" replied our mother.
"In the room? This clock in the room. Why are they in the room, sleeping?" asked my father as if he could not believe it.
Mother kept us quiet for a moment, as if she was confused, for some reason what she wanted to give to my father.
The sound of my father's feet kept stepping at a glance he ignored the worry he had towards us.
"Liyan!" Mom told us to open the curtains. Both of his eyes immediately opened. "What are you guys doing?" Come in near us.
"We-we...". My brother and I turned the eyes around the bed near us tightly shut.
"What are you playing?"mother asked us to hold back her laughter to see my sister.
My sister was wrong. He looked nervous and gerogi when our mother continued to look at him. Her strange expression looked as if she was embarrassed by her white hair, like gray hair, as if she wanted to dodge
"What are you playing?" ask mommy to connect us, like a friend.
"Playing clowns, ma'am," I replied.
"Oh, yes! Must be funny. Who's the badass?" Mom, call us immediately to know. His eyes looked at me and my brother. "Why does her hair look white?" Mom kept us swinging our arms pointing at my sister.
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