The Struggle of a Child
The secret of part 3
I sat down with sadness after hearing the attack from my father and mother. I thought the ball attack would end unnoticed by my father. But, I was wrong. My father knew it right.
I who finished finishing my meal by being forced to get up from my seat.
"Liyan, sit down!" My father pointed at me. "Don't go yet!" dad said. "Jawab first asked Dad." My father looked at me sharply.
"Dad, I was accidentally thrown the ball," I groaned to my father.
"Liyan, don't argue. I don't like to see a defiant Son" my father loudly scolded. "If Dad says say. You have to say it. That's all it's hard," my father deeply regretted. You're Dad's son. So, it's only natural that I should know, who threw you with that ball?" my father asked.
I can't blame my father for his deep investigation of me. As a parent, he has a great right to protect his children. This is what kept me quiet and not blaming my father completely. How no?! From small to big like this. My father never let his guard down on me and my sister. He was so quick to protect us even from the bite of a mosquito.
This is what makes him more emotional. Mosquitoes alone should not bite us, let alone a ball of hardened caste on my tiny body.
"Liyan, it's not good to hide something that harms you from us" said my mother, increasingly annoyed to see me. "You don't mess with that throw! It could harm yourself," continued my mother, tidying the table.
"Yes, Brother. If you suddenly can't go to school, how?" My sister looks at me. "Sister can stay in class," he glanced at me as he gulped down the water before him.
I'm also getting worried. The empty plate that is located the more I stare with stick. While this thought still wanted to hide it from my father. The waves that came as if I could not escape. He kept following me until I was about to set.
I slowly stared straight at her while carefully adjusting my breathing. Dad, mom and my sister kept thinking. The words that came out of them the more I considered answering them. It was hopeless for me to hide it from my father.
It was so hot for me that it forced me to cool myself. The question that came from my father was like a fire that burns tranquility. Not to mention the exact same question from my contact mother, as my father attacked me with various insinuating words. Insinuations for satire that came out regardless of my father and my heart. He said it had to do with money.
Now I'm getting depressed, silent and staring at the spoon and glass filled with water near me. "Sister will still be able to go to school, really," I replied. Sipping the water in the glass returned my sister's words.
"How could you possibly go to school? While Brother was sick because of the throw," said my sister.
"And you can't move, much less walk," my father said, standing up.
"Your sister is right" my mother continued, sweeping. "If you're sick, you're a crybaby." He continued his sweep throughout the room.
"In addition, you are still in pain" said my father.
"Listen Brother, don't add to Sister's disease anymore. Silence the man who threw Brother" my sister said.
Hm! I exhaled to see my pretentious sister mature today. He kept advising me and reminding me of nothing. The longer the more ravings are given to me.
I who was sitting still in the place earlier, turned my head to see the shadow of my father moving. My father, who was tired of asking me questions, took a soap bath and brought a towel.
"Dad wants to take a shower first. I'll ask you that again, Liyan. After Dad finished praying." My dad came out walking to the well to take a shower.
My mom and my sister seem to be busy with themselves. My connecting mother who swept the entire room has now arranged the dirty dishes that my father will wash after the Dzuhur prayer.
Another case with my sister, she who was sitting enjoying two-serving grits now wake up and deliver her plates and glasses to the kitchen.
"Liyan, tell your sister to finish her drinking water" my mother said, keeping a broom behind the door.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied.
I was still mourning with myself. Forced to raise my head to see my sister. "Ana, spend your drink!" seruku.
"Sister, it's not like I've been drinking" my sister replied.
"Yes, but it's not over yet." I stood up while taking my dirty dishes and glasses and glanced at my mother.
"Sister, the drinking water is bitter," said my brother approaching me.
"Yes, bitter brother," my sister said with great emphasis. I don't like bitter drinking water" he grumbled.
"Yaaa, it's also called mineral water. Which may be sweet," I said walking into the kitchen.
"There's a sweet jug, brother," my sister told me.
"Oohh! That's sugar water if it's sweet," I said. Putting dirty dishes.
"Yes that's what I mean, sister," said my sister, swinging her index finger up into the air as a gesture confirming what I said.
"Why didn't you ask Dad that?" ask me to turn my body back to walk into the middle room.
"I don't know, brother," replied my sister wistfully. "At the same time, Dad was too busy taking care of Brother" said my sister who walked beside me. "Son, don't tell Dad the truth" my sister regretted.
"Usually, don't you, I know that you like sugar water." I saw my brother walking with me.
"Son't you know, how's Dad?" My sister looked straight. "Dad doesn't like it when I drink sweet drinks. He said, my teeth will hurt." My brother said it as if demonstrating my father's stern speech and sharp eyes.
"Haha! So, that! Poor little brother, hahaha!" I laughed at my sister's complaint.
"Liyan, Anna! Don't make fun of your father!" cry mother continued us who are preparing to rest for a moment.
We both continued to walk into the door of the room that we often make a place to play and rest because our house is not so big that there are many rooms that can be made a place to play and rest. But this is our only small house that leaves two rooms, namely, the middle room and the kitchen room. And also two rooms, which is my father's room and our room.
Our days were spent only in our rooms when we were in the house. At the time of playing we spent it in the room. Be it playing dolls, throwing balls with stones and also playing pictures. Sometimes also my ignorant and resourceful brother he likes to make new ideas to play.
"Sister, who threw the ball, who?" ask my sister in the middle of my carelessness.
"Tania" I replied calmly.
"What Brother?!" Brother Tania." My sister looked at me with both her eyes wide.
"Who's Liyan's name, Tania?!" my father said from outside the walls of our room to ask.
"Ups!" I was surprised and shut my mouth.
"Ana, why are you asking her back? 'And Dad heard it, '" I regretted it was useless.
My regret is too late now. My father already knew. "Yes, Dad," I replied slowly.
My dad just flinched. Not even a single reply was heard from him. I see my sister feeling anxious for tomorrow. "Ana, are you going to come to school?" I looked at my sister with question marks.
"I don't know, brother," replied my sister feeling guilty. "Sister, I'm sorry, am I, yes!" My sister clasped her hands into the air.
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