The Struggle of a Child
Smile back
"After I cried, Brother apologized" my sister said.
My sister looks upset because of me. He seemed to be heartbroken to accept my apology. An apology that seemed too late and no longer useful to him. Even a little prank was not there he was incised. He just silently ignored me who was standing waiting for an apology from him. I, who used to know how my sister, still like to joke and fight with her. However, this does not make our brotherhood tenuous. Until now our brotherhood is still intertwined with getting along even though we occasionally fight. Then we became friends again. That's how our story goes every day. I'm more of the son my father asked me to be. Children who are mature, give up a lot, be wise and do not raise problems. I also have to be able to solve problems, both big problems and small problems. Sometimes my father often reminds me, if I go out of the house must ask permission first and if it's outside, if I fight with my friend do not like to complain to anyone, do not like to complain to anyone, moreover, it is a small problem that is, only a problem of children.
But it's not my father's name, if he doesn't look first for our problems his children are out there. I also thought that my father was a selfish father. A father who loves one of his children. But it was a big mistake when I found out that my dad loved me so much and cared about my health more. His concern for me is incredible no one can repay him. But my father just kept quiet and didn't show it to me so I wouldn't be a spoiled child.
It's been in my heart many times that my father doesn't love me. He just likes to scold me, punish me if I do something wrong. No matter how small my mistake my father immediately gave me an ultimatum that made me not be able to speak, let alone defend myself to tell it I could not.
I'm a whiny kid. But I never complained. Therefore it was my father who had to work hard to turn me into a strong child in any case, into a child with a mentality of steel. Whether it's when I get a small problem or a big problem.
I still remember my father's words when I came back from playing and cried to complain about my friend's treatment of my father. 'Son, if we go out and meet a lot of people we will often experience. Because we're with him differently, son. Different Mom, different Dad and different ways of looking. Especially how to be educated at home. If your son is not strong with reproach out there do not go out of the house. If you really want to play, yes play but do not cry and if you do not want to cry, yes play la at home. But if you still want to go out do not cry and complain when you return home. Try to solve your own problems out there. If you can't just tell, we'll find a way out.'
Those are the words that have been recorded in my memory to this day. By the time I got into trouble related to reproach towards myself I moved to resolve it myself. If I fail, I'll tell my father.
But that never happened. Every time I get reproach I never complain to my father. The one thing I did for that was, I had to be able to quietly accept it because everything we faced was not supposed to be reciprocated. As long as I'm strong I won't tell anyone unless it affects me mentally.
That's what I'm doing right now with my sister. I relented and apologized first because as a first daughter it wasn't easy. Many waves, sharp pebbles and thorns filled each step. Behind the piercing thorns and the waves that hit strongly I had to smile sweetly accepting it. For example, I cannot cry. However, I cannot hold it firmly. As an ordinary man who has a conscience I often cry even though only occasionally.
Then I wiped my tears and looked at the sky again. Feeling that the full moon again saw my sadness and complained to my mother.
Behind it all, I saw my sister's face that was still upset. I who faced him still stood apologizing until my brother was tired of hearing it and would forgive me. For me the hard struggle that accompanied do'a and hope will not be in vain. Any effort if accompanied by effort will produce sweet results.
Because my father said, 'shouldn't give up before war .' Keep trying until you get what you want.'
Until now I still seem to be trying hard just for words of apology from my sister. "Sir, I'm sorry, yes!" I said it to my sister.
My husky voice kept chasing the apologies of my sister. "Sik," I said while teasing my angry sister.
"Iss! What the hell?!" My sister stepped away from my hand to avoid carrying her doll.
His pouting face was still twitching. His voice was still a thousand languages. I'm still chasing my sister where she's going. He sat down, I sat down. He stood up, I stood up. He looked down, I sat down before him and looked at his pouting face.
"Deehhh! Sister Sister. Sok, sulking snobs. Pouting also his face was like a pinched crab. Ptff." I'm holding back the laughter.
"Gtfff. There! Who's laughing?" chirp my sister. Expensive selling. A little holding back laughter.
"Don't cry la. Diii! It's so pretty on her face" my god told my sister to smile. "This phone, huh? Beautiful kaliii, like princess," I said with a tickle.
A little more my sister looks like she's gonna smile. The one who knows keeps trying until he laughs and wants to be friends with me again. A few smiles is still a mystery. I keep trying to find out. Has my sister accepted my apology or is she still resentful?
My hoarse voice again teased my sister. "lapsus. Will you forgive me. I've waited a long time for your forgiveness and I'm tired of seeing your face." Stylish like a shy princess. "grandpa, kertek, kertrek." I'm acting like a jumping frog.
Haha ! My brother laughed and showed his molars. "No match, like that!" my sister said while pointing. "Haha !" He laughed again.
Her small body laughed at me. The doll that was still in his lap was lifted up to jump.
I smiled seeing him. Finally, even a smile on my pale face. I was so happy that I could not count my hard work for my sister's smile to produce sweet results. Maximum effort never disappoints. The results will look good.
Now my heart is relieved for a moment. My brother's hardened heart has now softened. I went straight to him and looked for a gap to talk back.
His heart still feels happy. He also wants to talk to me again. "Sister. Brother is suitable if you participate in a race to imitate animals. Ahaha!" He also said while laughing. "What if Big Brother is like that in front of people? Hihihi!" asked my sister laughing.
I was so happy. "Damma!" I followed my sister. "If you want a brother like this. You have to sulk again la," my lips.
I'm the one staring fixedly. "When you want to. once you want to la, yes! Funny, like a clown. Haha !" chirps remember my sister.
"aaagh! Blow, hing, hinga. I don't want to. I was a kid and told to be a clown." My sister refused it straight away.
"Badut is funny" I said.
"Funny?!" My sister said it with great emphasis.
"Yes," I said.
"Funny where?" ask my sister as if she doesn't know.
"It was, his hair was curly kribo, his nose was red, like a tomato, his stomach was distended. The powder is thick, like flour. The clothes are weird" my sister said.
"And so, too. ," I said.
"... and also his eyes are black" said the two of us. Haha !" We laughed too.
"Then, . ," I said.
"... and then walk in front of the children... ." My sister fell silent and continued.
"... while playing ball." I'm connecting to him right away.
"It must be exciting, brother," said my sister.
"Seru ... !" Slyly I told my sister when she was so serious about hearing it.
Daar!
The sound of the balloon I found was also solved directly.
Kkkrrrrzz!
My sister was surprised, Like being hit by a high electric shock. "Haha !" I laughed hard to see it.
"Uuhhhh! Ahhhhh!" my sister shouted to complain.
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