The Struggle of a Child
The Secret of Part 2
"What does Ana mean? I don't understand it at all" said my father looking at my sister.
"Ayaaaah, why don't you understand ? Though 'will be so easy to say Ana to understand," said my sister in the style of adult pretentious.
"Dad understand, son," said my father to make my sister happy while sipping mineral water on the table.
The corn porridge that was part of me now I gave it to my sister. He was so happy to be able to enjoy two servings of grits at once.
Carrot soup and fish soup that became the food I could eat today were available in front of me. The dilemma of my father's sudden attack knowing that I had been thrown by a ball was increasingly raised in our residence.
"Liyan, did you have a problem that he threw you with a ball?" ask my father to investigate.
"No Dad" I answered briefly.
"Lantas, why did it get like this?" ask my mother to look at me. "Until he had the heart to throw that hard ball at you." My contact mother attacked me again with her curiosity.
That's absolutely true. What my mother told me was not wrong. There might be someone like that. Throwing someone with a round ball so hard if it opens because of something. However, I who was good at keeping secrets only answered briefly. "Maybe he's misguided, ma'am."
"Misguided how ?" My father immediately said he did not believe what I said. "Where could be misdirected. He's got eyes to see, right" my father said in a flat tone.
My sister's smacking corn porridge in her mouth. "Dad, don't ask brother again. Tomorrow I'll just ask directly to Brother's friend," said my sister.
I am panicking now. My sister would just say that to my father. While my oppressed self would be getting more and more upset to imagine that tomorrow my sister would actually find the answer. "Let's go," I murmured softly to myself.
Both my eyes now turn to look at my brother who feels calm while sipping mineral water in front of him.
One by one they began to see from the tail of the eyes in a state of still a little down how anxious they are now and immediately the anxiety disappeared when my father and mother joined me to hear my sister's offer so that he himself tomorrow will look for his year. "Dad was so happy to hear it" continued my father. Bribing back the corn. "So, I'm at least a little relieved tomorrow" said my father back without seeing me.
"Yes, you're right. So, if something happens to Liyan in the future we can sue her," my mother said calmly.
"Yeah!" I was surprised to raise my head straight. The rice that I wanted to bribe now hangs in the middle of the air . Highlight my eyes instantly widened staring at the straight empty air.
"Dad didn't think. Why can you hide that much from us?" my father said ask me. "Had you been sick we would have panicked, Liyan," said my father with great emphasis. Staring at me with sharp eyes.
"Yes, Brother. Dad's right. Later, if you're sick, you don't take the exam, dong," my sister's timpal is getting my corner.
"Otherwise, your sickness will increase and our money will be exhausted at will just to treat you" my mother said insinuatingly.
I immediately drooped down limp after hearing the words that sliced my heart. Crying and wanting to get out. However, with my strength those clear tears tried to fall only in the heart.
Rice along with carrot soup and fish soup was now only barked without me touching back because of a sad heart. Incision by incision the words came back again. The ball throw my father had known was increasingly restraining me.
My whole mind was spinning from where my father knew it. "Dad! Liyan, it's fine, really. Dad doesn't have to worry. It was just a throw-away mistake, "my pretext removed my father's suspicion.
"Liyan, if you find out the truth. You'll see, what is your father like ?" my father said with great emphasis on me.
I could only hear him and panic at the same time because I knew my father never messed with his words.
This can be a big problem between parents and parents. My father who was so sad to see his daughter treated like that he would not stay silent. Worry is getting over me at the moment. Now I can only be silent indefinitely.
Many times my father asked, I did not dare to tell the truth, if I was deliberately thrown by Tania and Ecy.
"Dad." I called my father with a mouth filled with rice. "Dad knows where? If I'm thrown with a baseball?" aska I want to know.
"From school?" I thought I remembered it. "Who told Dad?" I'm getting more and more investigated.
"Dad knows it himself" answered my father, insisting on covering it up.
"Dad can't know for himself" said my sister, who had finished eating.
"Ana's right" said my mother. "Where is possible, you can know for yourself, if no one tells you," she said.
"But you don't need to know. I know where it came from," my father insisted on covering up.
"Dad, maybe he saw it wrong" I said a little nervously.
"Liyan, you're a kid. Don't look for excuses too much so you don't scold your friend, do you?" my father asked with a grim face.
Huh! I immediately breathed a sigh of resignation. This may be the future, I won't get any more trust from my father after he finds out the truth.
I'm getting stuck between my dad and my friend. Today is my last day to hide it from my father, perhaps, I thought. My father was right, however. Which parents can be silent to see their children treated arbitrarily by others and which parents do not know something bad happened to their children.
I kept seeing my father's face thinking about me. "Dad's afraid I'm sick again." Both of my father's eyeballs look heartbreaking.
My head immediately bowed looking - look at the floor and the plate that was lying before me. My father's words took me even harder.
"Your disease is not completely cured... ." My mother connected me up from her seat compiling a plate of former grits earlier.
"Still frequent, relapsing, brother," cut my sister.
"Now, you have to tell me, Liyan. What's the name of your friend who threw you a ball ?" ask my father with emphasis. "Father's air, Liyan! Don't just shut up!" insist father.
My pale lips are getting heavier. I can't seem to get the words out. Now only my fingers can neutralize my fear. "Father.it was just a mistake to throw it," I said bitterly as I lowered my head.
"Just throw it wrong !" My dad's staring at me. "But how could your friend lie to you" said my father. "You don't lie, Liyan!" my father continued while sipping drinking water.
"You're a kid, learn to be honest" my mother said. Don't teach the bad !" he continued as if insinuating me. "You know, who's often next to you?" my mother asked me to look at my sister.
I kept quiet and lowered. My heart was getting mixed up after I saw my mother's shadow glancing towards my sister. My mother called me as if to point at my sister as a signal for me to behave properly.
Saying like a proper word. The more I get here the more frustrated I get between being shackled, telling the truth or covering it up to protect my friend.
These demands that urge me further make me weak. I wanted to tell my father the truth so that all this would be relieved.
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