The Struggle of a Child
My Father Remembered Back
"No Dad. Ana doesn't talk to fried chicken" my sister said. "Ana just pity her chicken" said my sister back with her heart-pounding cuteness.
"Pity Why?" ask dad. "If you look, Dad doesn't feel sorry for his fried chicken, he's sorry for this one of Daddy's kids."
Both of my sister's eyeballs were staring at my father in nanar with her adorable face. He also digested what my father said. His hand then took the fried chicken, looked at it seriously and turned it half in the air right before him, his plain face full of question marks kept staring, as if he was still struggling with himself and the fried chicken.
"Why do you compare Ana to fried chicken, Dad?" ask me with pranks.
I deliberately wanted to see my sister's pouting reaction.
"The fried chicken doesn't know anything, after all, it's just an animal that doesn't have the sense to think, but if Daddy's son does. So, it's very strange, that this spoiled Father's Son is talking to a chicken... ." Staring at my sister with a crisp joking face. "... who knows nothing. Especially the chicken that has been fried." My father was so happy because tonight he got a little time to joke with us especially for my sister who became the most loving child after my mother's departure.
The departure of my mother, indeed leaves a very deep sorrow for us, especially for my sister until now she still hopes if, someday she can meet our mother. Is that where or when? It became his profound dream that he grasped firmly.
Many times my sister and I argue about this. However, my stubborn sister, she still persisted with her ambiguous-looking desire.
Tonight, her often sorrowful face, looked adorable frown because my father had managed to slightly forget her deep longing for our mother who had been gone for all eternity.
While I am still with them at this time, sitting still while holding my body that has begun to cheer. The cold heat was now piercing through a small crack in my skin. Our warmth tonight has indirectly restrained my weakness.
I longed for it to feel, I got away from them and laid down this weak body of mine. However, the gentle voice of my father and mother was blocking my intentions.
The wind of the night blowing now returned to befriend my weak body. Slowly he entered from the small wall of our house. He kindly greeted my weak body gently. Stabbing the bone as I please to make myself no longer able to stand sitting upright.
Slowly I dragged my weak body to lean back and complain to the mute wall, if I was weak and needed a backrest from it, then I forgot my brother and father's joking jokes along with my mother, I no longer pay attention to him. Every now and then I slowly turned the two glances of my eyes that wanted to be closed staring at them. They look so fun joking with my sister. My sister who doesn't like our extended mother, tonight she seems to forget about it. His crisp laugh made my mother's face I don't know if my sister hasn't been able to take it.
My mother kept smiling happily and happily joining my father and sister. The plate that was still sitting in front of us was still seen scattered.
"Dad, Ana's fried chicken is gone." My sister looked at him as if she had managed to do a riveting show of sircusses.
"Yes. Son! Is the fried chicken coming again?" My father was still joking with my spoiled sister.
"Come here?!" ledek mom connect us with a joke. "Fried chicken will always be loyal to Ana" he continued. Pleasure seemed to surround her middle-aged face.
"Where are you coming from?" My sister looked at my father while raising her eyebrows. He wanted to hear my father answer his question.
"Usually, if Daddy asks for a chicken, where do you bring the chicken, try it?" My father asked my sister back.
My brother innocently replied. "From the market." Reduced his lips in annoyance that my father had put him back on.
"When you hear the name of the chicken, he must be happy," continued our mother after hearing them.
"Yes, Dad was surprised too. Why is Daddy so crazy about chickens?" My father wanted to laugh, but he held it back because my father was afraid of my sister's anger.
"Dad!" my sister yelled in annoyance as she widened her two eyeballs with a frown. "Why did you say that."
"Indeed, you're crazy about fried chicken" said our mother, holding back laughter.
"Engga! Ana is crazy about fried chicken," my sister said unwillingly.
"Not crazy about chicken?! Here's the proof, what?" My ignorant father grew more and more happy to prank my sister while pointing at the empty plate of fried chicken with both eyes.
My sister immediately looked down ashamed of not being able to raise her head again. His face was instantly visible, like a boiled crab.
"It's not like that." I saw my sister staring at the empty plate where the fried chicken was sticking.
Our father and mother continued to laugh more and more amusedly because it has managed to make my sister feel embarrassed, for her funny behavior.
"Yes Ana! Tomorrow I will cook a lot of fried chicken. Ana wants to, right?!" Our mother continued to show her concern with affection for my sister.
"You, you" my sister replied without recalling who brought her to speak. "Ana likes fried chicken" my sister continued happily.
While at this moment, the me who was still holding on with the unfriendly body only heard them by opening a few eyes. The humorous sound of their laughter grew dimmer to my ears.
Both of my hands were held back to hold my cold body.
"Liyan! Why are you quiet?" ask dad. "Are you okay?" My father curiously turned his head towards me.
I immediately raised my weak body uprightly sitting down. "Liyan, it's okay, Dad," I replied hiding it from my father.
"Why not make a sound?" ask my father suspiciously.
"Maybe Liyan is already sleepy" our mother continued to save me.
My father's sharp and suspicious eyes still haunt me and make me more anxious.
"really. Are you sleepy?!" ask my father to investigate.
"Maybe Dad. Brother may already be sleepy, "cut my sister.
Mother connected us who had arranged the dirty dishes neatly. "Well, they were told to go to sleep! Especially Liyan. He's gonna have a lot of rest" our mom said.
"Yes Dad. Especially tomorrow we're going to school" my sister rushed to stand up.
"Wait a minute!" My father looked straight ahead.
My sister looked at me with anxiety. We who met look at each other, showed the look of a face full of question marks.
" Why were you playing in the water outside?"ask my father still remembers what happened.
Me and my sister who met looking at each other as if accusing, who ? The one who will answer looks a signal from the look of our eyes both.
While our mother continued aghast all of a sudden, she just kept quiet and continued her business of putting together the dishes.
My sister who dropped her body again tried to shut her mouth tightly. Meanwhile, my father's eyes glanced so sharply at me.
My fingers were cold, I squeezed firmly to hold myself in fear of my father's anger. My two dim netraku then looked at my unmoved sister and lowered his gaze at her cross-legged legs.
"We're just playing regular Dad" replied my sister.
My father was still silent, glancing at my sister who answered without seeing my father's face. Once again my father turned his head towards me with the look in his eyes as a gesture, my father wanted an answer from me.
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