The Struggle of a Child
Afternoon activities part 2
"Ana, what are you doing?" I screamed to call my sister.
"Why call your sister?" What's the need?" ask my mom, curious.
"Eh, Mommy." I was surprised to turn my body around to see my mother. "I want to take Ana out" I replied.
"Why else would you like to go out for a walk ? It's almost Maghrib, '" my mother continued, turning her body back to walk out to take a broomstick.
"I just want to walk around this house" I said.
"Son, this house is not wide. But, the day you want the Maghrib, you will be able to tambet," said my father, who was seen standing, reaching into the bag of his pants hanging.
"Dad, it's still afternoon" I said in a soft tone of voice. "It's still 17. 10 WIB." I looked at my father who was standing counting money.
"Dad, big brother, what are you talking about?" ask my brother who suddenly stood up.
"This.., your brother wants to go out for a walk," replied my father who was still focused on seeing and tidying up the money.
"Ashik dong..., Dad, means today we can dong play," my sister said happily.
"Dad hasn't said you can play." My father looked at my sister.
"But we haven't played in a long time" my sister said.
"Yes Dad. Ana's right! We haven't played in a long time. Since Dad gave the punishment because we were late for school," I said.
"Yes Dad. Dad has never allowed us to play for a week" my sister said.
My father sorted out the clothes that were hanging. "That's not how much, Ana? Father has never punished you playfully" said my father with affirmation.
I stood up to see the two of them expressing their hearts. My brother is too crazy about playing. More and more insisting on seducing my father to play. "Let's just play for a minute, Dad." My sister kept seducing my father and wouldn't leave him. "Because it's been a week we've never played again" my sister said.
While my father who looked confused and agitated continued to walk in no direction and my father did not see my brother at all who spoke to him. His face looks so crumpled. His life partner was not excited. It seems my father was thinking about something again. I just kept looking at him inside. His anxiety increasingly filled his living space at this moment. He was not at all excited and walked with a blank look like a confused person.
"It's been a week, son?" ask my dad to see my sister. "That means it's been a while, huh?!" My father put four pieces of dirty clothes on.
"Yes, Dad. It's been a long time since we've played out" I said, watching my father turn around cleaning up what wasn't clean.
"Yes Dad, Brother is right. We were already saturated inside the house," whined my sister with a slight frown.
"So, you're mad at me, are you?!" My father looked at us with a million smiles.
"Yes Dad" I replied calmly.
"We're so angry at Dad." My sister hooked up while folding both her hands stood up . "Devil father," he continued, throwing a glance in the other direction.
Seeing my father crouching in front of my sister made me feel overwhelmed. I'm standing right near my father's room still seeing my father and sister. They both still wallow with all their decisions. My brother who wants to be granted his will will will not listen to anything. Another case with my father who is still adamant with his decision has not been willing to give a little space for us to leave the house. "If you're bad. I can't possibly take care of you so hard like this" my father said, looking down.
My father's love for us is matchless. All this time I believed my father was really fighting for us for his baby. He always waded through all the obstacles that came his way when he walked. The sweat sweat that bears witness to his struggle cannot be avenged by anything.
I who saw and listened to my father's reasons were deeply moved because my father cared for us so much. Since our mother left for eternity my father has taken the role of my mother who is ready to take care of her two children to grow up and become a good child. Since then my father has always cared for in our every indecent speech, deed and conduct. My father has always been a superhero to us.
Until now my sister is still trying hard so that my father gives permission for a while. "Somewhere Dad wasn't evil. I haven't loved us playing outside yet." My sister's body is towards me.
"When we only play here, Dad," I told my sister.
My father who heard my words immediately woke up from his squat. Slowly my father looked at us grudgingly while taking a deep breath.
"Yes, Dad. We can play, okay?!" my sister asked my father with great hope.
"Yes, Dad for a minute" I whined to my dad.
"But, Son. You're still sick" my father said, leaving us. "Dad doesn't want your pain to get worse again.", said my father.
"... because your pain is almost healed," continued my mother continued we cut my father's speech.
"Mother," I muttered directly turning my head towards the source of the sound.
"True said i.., "Suddenly my father stopped what he wanted to say.
"But we were just for a second, Dad." I saw the clouds rumbling.
"We didn't play far away, Dad," I said honestly.
"Then don't forget to put your clothes on the clothesline!" Mother continued us to sweep the yard.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied.
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