The Struggle of a Child
Nervous after seeing

My father was right the air this afternoon is very cold, the wind that blows as if making anyone lazy to move. That was how I felt when I saw the sun covered in thick cloudy clouds.

On the other hand, my sister was not wrong either. He said the weather today was so hot. However, my sister did not notice the thick black clouds that foreshadowed the docking rain. After I heard what my father said, I rushed to run.

"Sik, you better take a shower." I ran up to my sister happily telling her. "Dad's right, Dick! It's overcast today and soon, it's gonna rain?!" Looking at my angry sister.

Huuh!

My sister immediately sighed disappointedly she looked not so excited anymore to take a bath. He was like a lost child walking slowly while looking left and right in a daze, whether to do what? The soap and towel hanging on his hands are still visible with him.

My father's ban for him was so painful. The joy that was seen on his face earlier with a great hope of taking me to shower with him now had to run aground in the middle of the road. He did not think that what he wanted was not in accordance with reality.

It turned out that my sister realized my father was more concerned with my health than anyone else. As strongly as possible he kept me from things that would threaten my recovery. He also recently put a body in front of me more often than people who reproach and insult me because of the disease I suffered.

Seeing from my father's attitude how unfortunately he was towards me made me unable to oppose any of his decisions. For the sake of time running, I was a weak and helpless child. This helplessness seemed to shackle this body until tired. The tiredness that I went through day after day could only leave time worn out.

Life is like a healthy and sick wheel spinning regularly. But I have to be strong. I can't give up even if this pain is wrapped around. The twists are nothing to me. It taught me more and more how to be a strong little boy, be an independent little boy and also be a smiling little boy.

At times, like this where people ridicule me and laugh, I must keep smiling back at him because behind a smile is stored a million beautiful meanings. Saved a strong spirit and also a life story full of joy and sorrow. A high spirit is a spirit that can defeat enemies that attack relentlessly.

The enemy!

My enemy is just one, my disease. This enemy followed me almost every day he was so reluctant to leave, even he had become a shadow to me that every second accompanied my steps on the earth.

The wind was getting more reluctant to pass. He continued to hit this body to make these lips freeze and blue. This tiny body that had been weak seemed to be shrieking even more . He was eager to scream loudly if he could no longer bear to be a container blowing wind.

While I, who had not heard the scream, had never even been sensitive to it, continued to stand in the wind blowing to see my sister who stepped alone to take a bath.

"Belk!" Suddenly I screamed at him and stopped him, running towards him.

"Wait !" I shouted while swinging my hands into the air.

"What's up, brother?" ask my sister while turning her head.

He stood still with the towel and soap he still held with a sharp and question mark without blinking.

Hugh's! Hugh ! Hugh's!

With a breath cut off from tired of chasing my sister. Finally, I arrived too. "Come, Brother will accompany you in the bath!" I walked first to lead my sister in front.

"Sister!" My sister screams to call me. " 'And you've already banned Brother, you can't take a bath with me." My sister is walking fast towards me.

"Yes" I said briefly.

"Keep, why is Brother following me?" ask my sister curiously.

"Mm...!" I silently looked at the ground while thinking of finding the right reason so that I would not be angered by my father. "... Brother wants to find something in the well," I continued bravely.

I have to be brave that is what I often immerse in myself. Especially to accompany my sister. "Yes, it looks like last night Brother someone missed there!" I said while looking down to cover up my dishonesty .

"Sister, didn't you take a shower last night?" ask my sister who knows my gap a little.

"Yes," I said.

"Then?" my sister asked increasingly curiously while staring at the sky occasionally.

"Geeee...!" As I fell silent, I seemed to be trapped by myself.

"What Brother?" ask my sister to know. "Why can't you answer?" My sister continued her journey back while asking. "I know, you must be lying, right, sister? My sister just wanted to take a shower. Not looking for something that lives in a well, is it?" ask my sister who kissed my excuses.

"Hehehe !" I also immediately grinned. " Yes" I replied in shame.

"Betaka! Don't get used to it!" gently wash my sister. "That's not good. What if I find out, if you're lying?" My sister asked while looking back at me.

"Dad must be angry?!" I answered my sister's question.

"That's right, you know!" continued sister.

"Yes," I said. I was immediately embarrassed in front of my sister. I set an example for my sister, even I tried to destroy her. It was as if a self-blame attack came from behind accusing me.

The child who became the hope for his parents, has now made the mistake of telling the dishonest in order to accompany his sister to take a bath. Any way I do is just to follow my brother so he's not alone in the well.

"Sister need not be afraid. I'm brave, brother. It's not dark yet, anyway" said my sister continuing her path. "What else is my dear mother Brother is there," he continued.

Spontaneously I was aghast and silent as if I had heard it like a dream. "What?!" reply with surprise. Stop over.

"Sister, like a freak!" chirp my sister who thinks mediocre.

"Although, Sister, but Brother is worried" I said. "Because you have to take care of me" I said slowly.

"But, big brother must also take care of his health, big brother. If Brother gets sicker, then Brother can not take the exam," said my sister reminded. "Moreover Dad ... ." My sister fell silent as if she did not want to continue what she wanted to say.

" What's wrong with Dad?" I was looking for the voice I heard.

Creesek! Creesek! Creesek!

The longer the sound gets closer side by side to our steps. My sister and I met glances with eyes beckoning to ask each other. We are also increasingly struggling to find out where the sound is coming from.

We keep swinging until we get to the well. Suddenly, both of my eyes widened, it turned out that my sister was right. Mom says we're at the well again washing.

"Why are you washing?" whispered to my sister.

"Where do I know, brother," replied my sister indifferently.

"It wasn't all this time, Dad was washing?!" I muttered to myself.

I kept looking at him intently while wondering. All this time I knew that the one who washed our clothes was my own father because to my knowledge my father did not want to burden anyone in taking care of his children, especially in washing our clothes.

My father didn't want us and him to be a burden on anyone. She never wanted her children to be a burden and she also never allowed anyone else to help her work, let alone that regarding the two of us.

For that, my father as much as possible arranged his time between making a living and taking care of us. That's what he does day by day. Moments changed minutes my father never complained and inconvenienced anyone, especially for his wife. She never demanded to finish the housework. My father was grateful to our mother for taking care of us. Beyond that, my father always handled his own work inside the house. He never asked for help or wanted help. He was always self-conscious that he was troubling others so much. He would not do the same to his new wife.

Seeing our lighthearted extended mother today helped my father remind me back and forth of my father.

Feet that want to stop, continue to step unnoticed with my sister who stood nervously when she saw our mother connect us to one place with her.

"Sister, dear Mother Brother, slowly brush the clothes!" my sister complained pointing with both of her eyeballs. "Can be long dong Kak. Dear mother Brother finished," my sister grumbled a little sourly.

" 'Can be better, brother! That long?!" I looked at my sister.

"That's what you want. Isn't that right, brother?!" My sister looked at me walking towards the well. "Sister, I mean you were right, '" said my sister.

"What exactly?" ask me with curiosity.

"If you forbid Brother to accompany me to take a bath. Because Dad already knows, if his favorite wife is here," my sister said straightforwardly. Sok knows.

"I don't know you" my lips. "Daddy didn't say anything?!" I looked at my sister who told me to be quiet.

"Sttt!" My sister also gestured by swinging her hand half in the air telling me to hold the beautiful words out.

Quiet but we both got to the well. Finally, my sister was stuck among her own ego.

"What's up, Liyan? You want to take a shower?" ask mommy to keep us up while flipping our clothes.

"No," I replied as I moved away from the splash of water.

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