The Struggle of a Child
My Dad Challenged My Honesty
My father and I met. We are committed to each other's wishes.
The glare of my father's sharp eyes didn't shift a bit from me.
The deep fear deepened my weak self so much that it made me even more unable to escape my father's question that challenged me to tell the truth.
"Dad, we were both playing in the room with a sow powder," I replied looking down.
My father's face was immediately aghast and turned his head to look at my sister sitting beside him.
My nervous sister saw my father staring at her sharply. He immediately shifted his seat away from my father. Closing his lips tightly.
My father called my sister, reflexes made our mother keep us looking at us. He who walked while carrying a plate to the kitchen continued walking, while I who was sitting facing my father and sister immediately I woke up, and, help our mother keep lifting the plate to avoid my father's anger that will strike back.
"Mom, where else would you like to lift?" ask me to see a plate I can lift.
"You want to help?" My mother turned her head while walking holding a plate asking me who was standing behind her.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied.
The room we had been sitting in to enjoy a meal, was still used by my father to interrogate my sister until my brother looked crowded and overwhelmed to face the interrogation of my father.
The face of my father who was still staring at my sister was still struggling forcing my sister to say honestly. "Dad, Ana was bored at home. So, Ana plays clowns with the powdery sow." My sister is telling the truth.
Reaching my ears was so jolted at hearing my brother who had dared to tell my father honestly.
"Then. Why were you two playing with water, I saw that?" asked my father to throw the question back to my brother who was still flinching.
The dirty dishes we still lift with my mother and arrange them neatly in a bucket located.
The voice of my brother who still gives an explanation to my father, still heard up to the kitchen until now.
From the kitchen, I saw the two of them so tense. However, my shrewd sister, she was able to cope and turn her face into calm. It seems, my shrewd sister is facing my father's anger, like a guyonan, which is what it looks like. She's so adorable.
"Dad, we just washed our faces" replied my sister. Looking at me who was standing in the kitchen.
"Why did you see your brother?" ask my father in curiosity. "Liyans. What are you guys really?" asked my father to hear the truth from me.
With a heavy heart and a heavy tone of voice I must answer my father's question. "So Ana sprinkled powder in Dad's hair and I also wanted to clean my face from the same scrawl of lipstick."
Both of my sister's eyeballs widened instantly hearing what I said. "Yeah!" My sister immediately saw my father with a face begging for forgiveness.
My good father, he seemed to just want to ask us a question. "Who's idea? Have to play powder and lipstick?" asked my father to look at me and my mother continued us who were walking in the kitchen happily because the work was almost done.
My walking-close mother looked at my father and my sister after we let go.
"Liyan! Is the powder finished?" asked our connecting mother who took a breath looking at my sister.
"No, ma'am" I replied.
"Then, why does Ana look so nervous?" I looked at my sister with no understanding.
"I don't know Mom" I replied.
"Dad, but the powder is still there and there are still many," I said.
"Yes Dad. Brother's right. There's still a lot of powder. It can still be worn for a long time," my sister replied in a panic that made my father smile to see my brother asking for mercy.
"Let's! You can still quibble." My father shook his head cluelessly, looking at my sister who never took everything seriously while holding back a laugh.
"Well! If the powder is still a lot of no need to scold Ana like that, just because of the powder!" please connect us.
"Yes, Dad is right! I don't have to scold Ana. Isn't Ana, Dad's favorite kid?" said my sister drew my father's sympathy.
"Father is right" I replied. "If we as children are to be good children."
"If you knew! Why not ban your sister?" ask my father to blame me.
"Dad. Don't blame Brother. It's not Dad's fault. It's my fault. Brother doesn't know that I've done it" my sister replied guiltily.
Both of my father's eyeballs were looking more and more at my sister and me deeply to see who was really wrong.
"Dad! It's not that Liyan didn't forbid it, but Liyan didn't know that Ana was wearing the powder and lipstick" I replied.
"That's my mom's lipstick, huh?" Mother continued us immediately surprised.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied.
My sister's getting cornered. This time he could not dodge anymore. He should be heartened to face it and accept it with chest space.
The answer to the truth from me made him even more depressed so that he could not look straight. My father who saw my sister's face getting sadder then sighed. For a moment he instantly neutralized the outpouring of anger that wanted to come out.
"Other times if, want to play ask your brother first. Is what you're holding worth playing or not?" my father's toilet. "The powder you use to play is your powder! That's what I bought three days ago." My father took a deep breath neutralizing his emotions.
My sister was getting flustered, rolling with her heart in shock. His empty gaze was now filled with a look of great guilt. His fingers were fragile along with his half-fragile heart.
"Liyan. Stopit! Just take your sister to the room now." Our mother continued to push my body slowly.
Suddenly my weak legs immediately dragged forward, then I walked while looking back at my mother who stood looking at me.
"Liyan! Just take your sister," said our mother, urging me to scream a little
"Well, Mom," I said.
I approached my father who was silent at my arrival and shifted his seat slightly away from me, so that I could pull my brother's arm to come with me into the room.
"Ana, let's go to the room, yuk," I reached out.
His sad face looked up to see me. I who looked at my sister's face was a little carried away by her sadness. The eyes of the weak seemed to stir the screams of his heart, that my father had scolded him until he cried.
"Let's stand up!" I slightly forced and pulled my sister's arm to stand up and away from the place that had managed to make her sculpt. "We're going to the room, yeah. It's night time.we have to sleep now because tomorrow we're going to school" I asked.
Hu hu hu!
My sister's touch was clearly in my ears. His lips shook with the cry. Both of his swollen eyeballs are now red like eye pain. Both of her cabi cheeks were wet from the tears that flowed. His face was getting red, like a tomato.
"Don't cry anymore, Dek," I said gently caressing my sister.
"Bad fuck, brother. Dad scolded me. I don't love you anymore. Ever since I married that woman" my heartbroken sister told my father.
"Here you listen to Brother." I racked my brain to find out what answer I should tell my sister.
"What do I want to hear from my brother? My sister is also friends with him. I'll defend him just like Dad."
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