The Struggle of a Child
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That's how we are. The fight has been a story for us. In addition to that for us the quarrel is not a matter that requires us to antagonize each other between Brother and Sister. But that's getting closer and closer. That's how the relationship that we live as brothers never separated from the quarrel.
I, who was bigger than my sister, thought that the dispute between us was no big deal until we had to hate each other. In fact, it makes each other look more comfortable and full of jokes. Laughter is also sometimes present in the midst of our disputes.
We as young children who still need the learning process about life never recede from small debates. Naturally, the disputes that come our way are regarded as the most valuable life experience. For example, as now again - again we have to deal with this misunderstanding again.
My sister still follows her ego. He insisted that he had not done anything wrong. I who was with him should be able to give a little training so that he does not continue with his ego that might be able to plunge him into a proud child.
Often I remind my sister to be careful in attitude. Attitude is an act that we show towards others, if our attitude is good then people will be happy with us because the attitude itself will be our bridge with others.
This is what I do every day to my sister. I never get tired of reprimanding him if he's wrong or wrong. Even though at the end we had to fight. But it wasn't Liyan and Ana's name, if it couldn't be made up again. Sometimes fighting is the beginning of both of our laughter. After we got tired of fighting we started looking for a gap to each other in order to make friends again. Not infrequently who do that is me when my sister and I argue, I also make a funny scene that can make us come back, like friends.
"Sister! My brother always gives up. My sister is not tired what?" ask my sister to know.
"Engga," I replied.
" I see Brother, Good boy." My sister again revealed her heart while tidying up her doll clothes.
"You're the Good Boy, Sister. Not Brother." I immediately interrupted the compliment my sister gave me.
That's my sister's language when she's tired of listening to my babble. He immediately said, if I am a good child so that I do not continue my babble back.
As smart as I am, even smarter than my brother, especially in terms of praise.
"Sister! That brother is now Father's favorite son" said my sister, who would not turn away from her doll. "Because Big Brother is a good son, obedient, not to dispute what Dad said. Anyway, Brother is the most valuable to Dad," my sister said as if she no longer wanted to compete for the love of the father she had been complaining about, the place he's spoiled and the place he whines when he asks for something.
"If Brother has become a favorite son Daddy yummy dong. Means you will be able to ask for new bags, new shoes, new clothes and also you will want to ask for a lot of toys. Hmmm!" I still imagine a lot of toys. I wanted to see my sister jealous.
"It's not a problem, brother. At most I will ask my mother," continued my sister covered her jealousy while remembering our mother who had gone home. "Yes, already. Brother just go there with Dad to buy a bag. Go fast! go there! Hmmm!" My sister incubated her jealousy. He urged me to go and buy a bag to show him.
"Where maybe now you buy a bag. 'We haven't had a test yet" I said.
Haha !" My heart was tingled to see the look on my sister's sullen face holding back jealousy and pretending to be happy. I was surprised to see my sister every time she sulked she wouldn't raise her head. I as Big Brother and also a friend who has been with my brother for a long time understand the changes of each movement.
Today he said that while looking down. I understood seeing from the sight of my sister who looked down so it made me realize that my sister was very sad because of that statement.
"Ups! Someone is jealous." I closed my mouth with my hands. "She said, Her brother is a favorite child, but really, he's not willing, yes!" my God melts my brother's grief.
I saw my sister slightly raise her head glancing at me who was speaking. Both of his lips were silent, like they were covered in adhesive. Then he lowered his head back lethargicly looking at the puppet that was still sitting on his lap.
I don't think I can see the bending on my sister's face. The heart-wrenching pain when he saw his face bowed to cover the screams of the heart that the affection of a father had taken from his son.
"Later, if you buy a bag. Your bag, brother said he bought it too. Hm!" I'm cuddling sweetly. "Don't be sad, brother. We're both Dad's kids." I immediately encouraged my sister.
Spontaneously, he raised his head to look at me. "Really, Brother! Ashiiik!" my sister shouted happily. "I have a good brother." He smiled and hugged me. My mother's sense overcame a million desires stored within me that I had not yet had.
"Sister!" call my sister slow.
"Yes," I said.
Hearing my sister's question immediately made me decide on a choice. The dilemma haunted me for a moment. Inevitably I had to say something that would make my sister happy.
"Hm! Yes, then your bag will be bought first, Father," I replied after considering it well enough.
"Yes, my bag first," said my sister as if in disbelief. "So sure! Brother is not jealous?!" My sister asked again.
"No! What is jealous brother for. 'The one that Dad bought the bag for you isn't for anyone else." I pinched my sister's cheek in a fit of anxiety.
"aaagh! Brother." She smiled happily as she turned her cheeks away from me. "Sister likes to pinch my cheek. 'You're sick, brother," said my sister.
"Where does it hurt! 'And Brother pinched it just quietly." I was intrigued to see my sister's red face while stroking her cheeks.
"If you get sick, watch out, brother! I'll throw it at Dad. " My sister threatened me.
"Try it if you dare!" I said challenge my sister. "
"Emang, Brother wants to reply, what to me?" ask my sister to know.
"Engga replied to nothing at all, Sister. It's just... ." I silently looked at my serious sister waiting for her next answer.
"What the hell, Brother. Let's say it quickly! Don't make your sister curious, brother," urged my sister .
"I don't make you curious." I still see my sister.
"Damnahh!" My sister moved away while pouting. His face was even stained. "Come, Brother! It's just..., what?" My sister asked again.
"Yes, you just want to buy a bag," I said straightforwardly.
"Well!" My sister was surprised to hear that. "Ah, don't want to! I don't accept, if I don't buy a bag." my sister groaned.
"Haha ! That's right! Right guess Big Brother, if you will be like this, if you hear it. Ahaha! My sister's so funny, if it's snuggling." The pinch landed back on my sister's cheek.
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