The Struggle of a Child
Laughter in the middle of the storm
Me and my sister quietly met each other and asked each other questions with deep eyes.
Wanting to know our connecting mother who was deep in feeling, like wanting to trap my sister who had to say the truth. His eyes were still fixed staring at my sister's hair and I in the hope of hearing our answer.
His body wrapped in a house negligee that covered his entire body, was still standing. Short hair that is often used as a hairstyle, Bob sebahu often used as an elegant style trend. Our parents prefer to wear such hairstyles. He also looks comfortable with his short hair. Mum continued we do not like long hair because it feels sultry, especially when the gusts of strong wind, his hair will be scattered.
His thin lips, which are often coated with a colorful lip moisturizer, slightly add to his elegance today.
He seems to be adding to his confidence in front of us.
"Your father is back. If, he sees you like this. He will be angry?!Because he's tired of being out there making a living." Our mother continued to bend her face because it was sad to see us who played did not know the time. "If you guys just play, how are you going to get well, Liyan? While the day is passing. You're gonna have a test soon, right?" Throw a glance at me.
"Yes, Mom," I replied.
"But you don't know when, brother?" sideline my sister with questions that are still in doubt.
"Mom knows. You don't know when the test is?! But obviously you will definitely test when you test, your body is getting dropped. What can we do later?" moans mom connect me.
"Sorry, if we make a mistake again," I bowed my head to look at my sister who was not looking at my mother.
My sister she absolutely still hates our extended mother to this day. At least he didn't want to look at her face. I'm innocent yet, what's my sister's problem? On our mother's side so much that she hated him so much that she didn't want to accept him until now. His petrified heart grew louder and louder, causing deep confusion for myself.
His cold attitude towards our connecting mother still felt to me day after day, she said, so also with his attitude that makes me lose my feelings of happiness and warmth so empty that it feels now when I run, until now no one has been able to soften his hard heart.
My father didn't question this to me or my mother. My father thought that my brother did not harbor hatred for his wife by the innocence of my father he kept reminding us to cherish the wife he married a few years ago.
"You clean up now yourself. While your father's out taking a shower. Come on, follow Mom. Bring your sister!" Mom just kept us out.
"lapsus. Don't put on a sour face like that, no good, Dek." My sister and I got out of bed.
"I'm not like that, brother." My sister covered him from me by throwing her gaze the other way.
The sadness so sliced my heart back. My brother's innocent face was so good at hiding it from me. He was so good at organizing his words that I didn't know about it and was grieving deeper and deeper.
Maybe my sister remembers everything I said to her so she doesn't want to tell me the truth.
"alright. I hope you're not lying this time." Walking while looking at my sister's lowered face looking at the floor.
"If I lie or not. What does this have to do with my brother?" cetus.
"lapsus. This brother is a big brother," I said.
"I knew. Don't tell me, the world knows that Brother is my brother, even my only brother." My sister immediately cut off my conversation and looked down at the foot she was swinging.
"You know what?" I asked to see my sister walking beside me.
"Hm!" My sister just puffed up giving me an answer without seeing me in the slightest.
"That brother, assigned by Father to be a good brother, as well as being an example for you and giving you a warning, if you're wrong" I said.
"Not that Big Brother has given me warning, advice and Big Brother is also talking too much today" my sister chanted.
"What's? So, you're not happy, yeah." I immediately pinched the cheek of my sister who was a rabbi with anxiety.
"Sister already! Pain, know. Big Brother's pinch is like cayenne pepper, very spicy, Brother." Both of my little sister's hands instantly removed my pinch and gently stroked both of her cheeks. "Sister, if my cheeks are red like tomatoes. What am I gonna tell Dad?" Cheek stroking.
"Just tell Dad, if your cheeks are smelled by mosquitoes, hahaha!" A crisp laugh came straight out of my weak mouth because I had managed to prank my annoyed sister.
Laughter also accompanied our trip to the kitchen to clean my sister's hair and my face that was hit by a clown streak that we failed to clean.
The deg! My laughter and my weak hands that had landed on my sister's chili cheeks, were now drooping. My joy was lost instantly as if carried by a swift wave. The pale face was now getting pale to the point of tightly closing my pale lips.
Happiness has gone away. My sister who laughed earlier with me now I no longer pay attention to her, the moment that was beside me I ignored it directly.
My mother's words were like a deadly blow to me. It felt like the light that illuminated my steps had left me and would no longer befriend me.
Both my eyes stared pushyly in sadness. The impact wave was ready to welcome me at this moment. No one will save me from him.
Only a glimmer of hope remained that was with my sister. The soft hand of my sister who still held my hand seemed to be a confidence for me so that I could get up. The crystal grains that wanted to fall off immediately I removed.
My sister who was with me walked so happily that she did not know my sadness at all. Her little hand that touched the water was cold as my sister splashed it slightly onto my pale plain face.
"Aw!" Making me turn my face opened my eyes wide. "Let's! 'And the wall," I screamed as I glazed over my cheek. "Let Brother himself clean Brother's face," I asked, walking toward the water in the bucket.
Without feeling guilty my spoiled sister whined at me. "Anna's hair, brother cleaned it up, huh?! I can't clean it myself." Spoiledly.
"Why?" my many.
"Because I can't see it. How do I clean it?" grumbled my sister with question marks.
"We're the same, too" I said.
"What's the same brother?" ask my sister to know.
"Sama-sama can't see. You can't see your hair and Brother can't see Big Brother's face either." I immediately smiled a triumphant smile.
"What is the same? Sister face! While I'm hair." Swinging his hands pointed at himself.
I was immediately amazed to see my sister. "Then we have to help each other" I said.
"Yes, brother," said my sister.
I also took enough water in the dipper and cleaned my sister's hair white looks like gray hair. I slowly wet my short hair. Little by little the powder sprinkles disappeared and now his hair has returned to how it was.
After I cleaned her hair. My sister then helped clean my face that was scratched by her like a clown.
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Cyra is married to Ryan, a young man who has been suffering from leukemia since childhood, because Ryan's family is so rich that he can survive until he reaches twenty-eight years old, but fateful before Ryan's twenty-ninth birthday, he had to breathe his last and make Cyra bear the status of a widow.
Cyra pleaded with her parents-in-law to let her live alone,
and left his father-in-law's house, but unfortunately the request was rejected because of a family tradition.
what tradition binds Cyra to stay and become the family's son-in-law?