The Struggle of a Child
Contrition
My father immediately lowered his tone and looked at me who was lying in the corner of the wall. How my heart grieves when I hear my father's rising voice.
Without further ado, my father approached me, hugging me tightly with his affection, and I immediately got up.
"Dad, Liyan was afraid to hear a loud noise" I said.
"I'm sorry Dad, son. It's so easy for me to make a loud noise when it's emotional" my father said.
"Other times, you should be able to change it. 'And pity your son, like a frightened man sitting in that corner, '" continued our busy aunt with her sweep.
My father was so sad to see his beloved daughter who had never felt full happiness. My father's gaze looked so heartbreaking. Scars of sadness are clearly visible with his age that is no longer young.
Her warm embrace soothed my soul. My depression of fear is disappearing now. Meanwhile, my sister who became the center of my father's annoyance only saw in silence. He clutched the money he had thrown onto the floor.
Without half the joy he has not ventured. He was so fond of approaching my father at this time, not as usual, he always directly whined at my father when my father reprimanded him or scolded him.
"Dad!" call my father who can't see my sister crying. "Come on, kid!" my father called him.
My sister immediately walked with her sad face that was still bent. Meanwhile, in his busy life, our connecting mother took the time to try to approach my sister.
"You still crying?" my mother asked me to look at my sister while bowing her body half in the air.
My sister was silent, she did not budge at all or raise her head up looking at the one greeting her. However, my sister only shook her head to give an answer, if she did not cry anymore.
"Liyan, go persuade your sister!" pinta my father begged my generosity to make my sister smile again.
"I don't dare Dad," I said standing there. "Only Dad can shut it down" I said.
"You must learn, son, to persuade him. Don't keep Dad. Yes, if you're still around," my father retorted to me. "If you're not around, what?" continued my father.
I reflexively thought of my mother as my father said. At first glance I remember it. I can't imagine if it was time for my father to leave us.
Even a little bit of love will disappear. My father's voice will never be heard again. His shadow in educating us no longer exists.
"Dad, don't tell me that, if Dad doesn't exist, then who will we be ?" tanyaku.
My father was silent at my question. He then lowered his head, a word no longer heard clearly.
"Yes, I misspoke. Don't think about what you said, son," my father said, forgetting everything he said. "Now call your sister! Bring it here." My dad's back in.
"Yes Dad," I returned to my sister.
"Dad!" I called him right away.
"Hhhh!" My sister reflexively surprised her face that was bent instantly pale.
"What's wrong, brother," replied my sister in a soft tone of voice.
"You're called Dad," I said, looking sadly at my sister.
"That's what it is." My sister twisted her body.
"Why?" I pretend I don't know.
"Dad don't like seeing me anymore. I made no mistake" said my sister, who would not admit her mistake.
"Now let's go see Dad first," I asked gently.
"No! I don't want to," my sister said, letting go of my grasp.
Serr!
Slowly I lowered my head and turned to look at my father who saw my sister's attitude as well. "Liyan, come here, son!" exclaiming my father who has changed a little does not demand me anymore about the attitude of my brother who tends to be more spoiled and wants to win alone.
"Dad. Ana if it's been cramming it could be days," I said reminding my father about my sister's habits.
From a place not far away we hit me from behind. "Let's just do it! But when do you want to get? He continues to be persuaded. He will soon grow up. Well, if later he doesn't have people who love his friends anymore. Who would he expect to spoil him?"
"Yes, you're right" my father continued. "But this is a kid. Still another SD. Where could he be demanded to be independent of it," denied my father directly.
"She, cheque, check! I didn't think about you." My chauffeur mom clucked. "You said Ana was a child and couldn't be independent. Then what about your other son, Liyan? I see you're forcing her to be independent, even your compulsion is beyond reason sometimes" she continued.
"Don't be the same Ana with Liyan" my father denied. "Liyan and Ana are different. Ana was a child, if it was Liyan, she was the first child to have a great responsibility towards her sister and this family" my father's murmur that was too demanding of me to be independent as a child.
"What is the difference between the first child and the second child? After all, they're both still small," said the mother continued we look back asking.
My father immediately threw his gaze out and he no longer wiggled. I who sat on my father's lap now lowered my head silently to cover my ears. The sounds that filled my hearing clawed at my young claws.
Huhuhuhoo!
Meanwhile, my sister was crying so badly. His sad voice sounded so melted my father's soul. "It's sad that I heard your sister's cry" my father murmured softly.
I look up to see my father. "Then I persuaded Ana that she might shut up, Well" my helpless insistence also heard my sister's cry.
My father's face looks worried. "Leave it! Will he be quiet by himself?!" my father refused firmly.
I then flinch while listening to my spoiled sister's cry. Room door neatly open. Behind that was the sad cry of my sister.
Whynot? ask me to myself. My brother who has always been spoiled, even my father always put his wishes first. Suddenly, today a surprise befell him with a piece of my father's babble that pierced the recesses of his heart to spread the wings of sadness that made me fixated on my head.
So much sadness for my sister today. I also woke up from my father's lap approaching my brother who was alone. "Deck, already! Don't cry anymore" I said wiping my sister's tears.
Huhuhu ! His cry let out even more anguished, a mouthful was heard breaking apart the silent room space. My tears fell without me realizing that I had wet my cheeks.
My lips are so bitter. "Daddy, that father didn't scold you. So you don't have to cry. I'm just reprimanding you" I whispered in my sister's ear.
"Dad doesn't love me anymore, sister" said my sister with teary eyes. "Dad never scolded me, but lately Dad has been scolding me a lot" he continued in a bitter voice. "Don't know... ?"
"Hm! What's?" I asked who was sitting next to my sister glanced at her.
"If you're still around, surely I won't be upset?!" my sister held back the crying.
"... and Brother also definitely won't get sick?!" My sister saw me. "And surely, sick Brother will recover quickly?!" my sister stared back blankly.
Daydreams enveloped me at a glance. My sister's words just touched the cruelly recesses of my heart. "Mother," I murmured. My mind was at first glance remembered as if I had seen his face as if I had seen dancing in my eyes.
"Mothers. You remember?" aska I want to know. "What if Dad finds out? You crying for Mom again?" But I told you, Mom is now in heaven. Mom was happy there. He no longer remembers us, not even Mother would look at Brother who was sick. How do you say that you love us?" I kept talking until my sister turned to look at me. "You know? If Mom loves us, she won't leave us" I said a little regretting my mother's untimely departure.
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