The Struggle of a Child
Want a fairy tale
"Dad's tonight I want to share a story with both of us" I asked as I stood near my father.
"Yes, Dad. Dad hasn't been telling us for a long time. Ana wants to listen back to Dad's fairy tale," my sister asked while chewing.
"I'm sorry Dad. Dad's been busy all this time" said my father accompanied my sister to eat.
"So, tonight you can tell us again" I said softly to my father.
"Later in the evening I will try my time to tell you," continued my father glanced at our mother.
"Daddy's every night is busy" my sister whispered with a frown.
"Sometimes Dad's sleepy, son. Morning I woke up to get everything ready. Not to mention Dad dropped you off at school," my dad said seeing my sister enjoying the food.
" 'There is no brother. Ana can go to school with Sister." My sister saw me. "Yes, right, sister?!" my sister asked me.
I who was near my sister immediately smiled. "Yes Dad," I replied hoping my father would reconcile us back.
"But you'll be late for Liyan, if you go with your sister," my father told my sister a little carefully so she wouldn't look upset.
"Huuuh, Dad! Ana's fast, yeah Dad's gone to school," my sister said. Cute sauce.
While from other places we can see our mother who stood looking at us. When I saw it my heart felt so sad. She did not get the mother's confession from my sister at all even though she has now become a connecting mother for us. When I saw how heartbreaking it was to see someone in this family still looking, like a stranger.
In the midst of our joking existence, he seemed to not dare to advance himself to join us. His smile was only seen from afar enlivening our jokes.
His face and smile were so embarrassed as if he was, like a stranger who had just met us when he saw me. While a smile was seen from the corner of my lips that were still pale returned his smile.
"Dad, Dad! My ears still hear my brother's voice calling my father with his indulgence.
However, these two eyes of mine are still turning around looking around empty looking - looking for something that has ever stopped in my life and giving the impression that it still seems to be entering my deep mind.
"Dad, tonight don't forget" whined my spoiled sister. "Congratulate us, yes Father," asked my sister who was oblivious to our extended mother who stood watching him .
"Recycle your food first! No eating while talking" said my father, leaving my sister.
Puk! My sister hit me on the shoulder until I woke up from the daydream. I immediately turned my head to look at her while raising an eyebrow as a gesture of asking her.
"Sister, you want to tell me later tonight, is it Dad?" ask my sister more and more to know.
"Ana, eat your rice first. Just talkin'," scolded our mother as she passed me and my sister. "It's not good to face food while talking."
"That's what Dad said, brother. The time he followed the example of what he said Father," my sister said with a ketus. "That's okay, sister," he said back to look at me while chewing with his deep-seated cock.
"That can be Deck," I reply. Which should not be it, if we follow the example of a friend's answer in school, especially in test time."
"That's right, brother. If his friend loves us to follow, how?" my sister's pretext was to throw me a heavy question.
My pale lips fell silent and could no longer twitch. My feelings were mixed right after hearing it.
"Still in elementary school you know a lot," my mother sibir continued us from behind. "Eat the right thing! Just talking," scolded our next contact while tidying up the messy stuff.
My sister was silent too. He locked his mouth tightly. His face was suddenly visible. Meanwhile, I was always the shadow in the middle of them panicking.
"Yeahhaagh!" A scream was heard shouting loudly in my heart. My mind was like an electric shock that threw me into a valley of frustration.
Baugh's!
My sister got up from her seat violently. He walked fast while carrying his old dinner plate to the kitchen. The face of his tight pajas is now struggling, as if he had been hit by a deadly blow.
Baugh's!
I followed my sister up from my seat and pretended to walk, like looking for something. Holding a broom, approaching the closet that was none other than where my medicine was stored. Take my father's glass that's on the table.
"By!" call my sister from behind startling. "Where's the father?" ask sister.
I turned my head directly at my sister while neutralizing the heart that was about to be dislodged because her voice that was screaming suddenly from behind called out to me.
"Sister doesn't know," I answered raising my shoulders.
"So, when I eat, you don't see where Dad is?" asked my sister to throw her frustration at me.
"Engga!" reply spontaneous.
His face was getting more satisfied. His heartbreak might currently again be surging violently.
Huuh!
I also exhaled to see my sister. He is not good today. His heart was now, like a piece of glass that struck and pierced until it bled and turned blue.
The softness of the voice that called out to him was no longer responded to by him. Just a pile of resentment was enough to fill his stomach at this moment.
"Why are you looking for your father? Let your father go to work in peace," said the mother, continuing us as she walked to and fro busy.
My sister who stood looking at my father from the door of the room slowly approached him to ease her deep resentment.
"Sir, this time it's not like that, yeah!" my door gently pleaded.
"So, Brother scolded me, just because of that! Brother, I don't answer. I just shut up. You saw it for yourself, didn't you?" grumbled brother.
I instantly silently turned my gaze away from my sister's sharp eyes. His mind was now like a violent collision that struck without the slightest pardon.
That's what's left of the look on his face I saw. How sad his heart might be to hear our new mother say that.
"If I answer him, it's only natural that Brother is angry with me. I know you too, brother! Who is she ?!" rintih.
The longer I get dizzy. Where else, I also have to take care of my health so that I can recover in order to take the exam.
From the tail of my eyes I saw my mother working on continuing the rest of my father's unfinished work. He seemed to be arranging all that was neatly scattered.
"Your father is tired, he wants you not to bother him anymore" mummy continued us. "It's not! There's just something you're doing, so you can bother him." The longer you keep us together the more nagging. His voice rattled my peaceful ears. "It's big, but still spoiled," continued our mother as if insinuating my sister.
"Silver Brother, right," my sister choked away.
"Why Deck?" ask me to wonder with a soft tone of voice .
"Allah! Don't pretend to lie, brother. Ana knew, Sister she'd intentionally make Ana cry," my sister's sigh walked over leaving me with a wry face.
I can't argue with my sister because my sister is so chatty. His voice alone with my voice is inversely proportional, if my voice, like the ants and the voice of my brother, is like a toak that echoes in the air.
Huh! My sister snorted in annoyance.
I was immediately thrown into a corner with a gust of gasping breath. My feet stood up trembling after this incident. The medicine I had taken after eating no longer reacted perfectly. My body is getting hot cold. The fresh air that was blowing now felt like burning coals. The heat whizzed as if laughing satisfied to see me who was depressed.
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