The Struggle of a Child
Pictures under the tree
I saw my sister right away. "Ana, you can't say that. Sin, Sister," I said tell you.
"I know Brother. It's sin! But I don't listen to us anymore" my sister said. "Son't listen to that.... ." Brother quiet. "... I've been whining about seducing Dad, but I don't want to hear it at all." My sister walked a little angry.
I just kept quiet and walked to a clothesline not far from home. "I'm, I just want to play" my sister joked. "The time was told by my dear mother, that big brother! We lift the clothesline." My sister was upset looking at me.
" 'And all the way," I said, taking my clothes.
"Yes, yes! All the way." My sister relented. "It's true, brother. My sister was forced to help me get clothes. "
"Sir, if we carry out the parents' orders, it's a reward" I said softly advising.
My sister was silent for a moment. He kept taking clothes. I looked at her while taking her next outfit. " Anna, we should help with the parents' work. So that their work is quickly completed," I added. Those who had prepared had entered the house laid clothes.
"If it were so. Why didn't you tell us to help him?" ask my sister a little protest. "This is it, I'm doing it myself." My sister put clothes on.
"Because you don't want to trouble us" I replied. Tidying clothes.
"But, Brother. If we want to. It won't trouble us" said my sister. Pushing the basket into the corner of the wall.
I helped my sister. "That's the difference between Dad and us" I said. "The father is a parent who loves his son." Staring at my sister. "Eat him, Dad never told us to." I said.
"But why did that woman tell us?" ask my sister back.
"Ana, maybe I love you. That's why, Mom told us to. So you're not too tired, brother," I said.
"Honey from where, brother?!" My sister pulled my arm out. " He's, like, setting Dad up... ." My sister saw me. "... That's why Dad married her..., isn't it, sister?" My sister and I kept walking towards the lush guava tree.
I could no longer speak after hearing my sister's words. I then dropped my weak little body sitting on the tire. That memory is killing all the life I've been through.
These clear eyes were directly staring straight ahead blankly. A glimpse of that terrible event drained all my emotions about my poor father.
"Sister is silent now. After hearing it." My sister also sat down. "Maybe you've forgotten it all along" my sister whispered in my ear. But, I don't, brother," he added.
My sister has a point too. I've forgotten it for a long time. Since then I no longer want to remember. It happened to my poor father. The woman who was supposed to be an honor for her family now even ruined the good name of the parents of two daughters.
That's what made my sister hate her so much and not want to call her Mother. Plus, my sister still loves my mother who is gone. The mother who gave birth to him. Now only my mother is enthroned in her heart and also in my heart.
At first I turned my head to look at my sister. I looked at him as if speaking that everything he said was true.
My sister who still saw the land she wrote with a tree branch, was so serious about seeing the streak.
"Sister, do you know what this reading is?" ask my sister while looking at the ground.
I was also immediately jolted from my daydream. "Which reading?" I looked at the ground.
"This," said my sister.
Both my eyes immediately glinted at him. "It's so pretty your image." I bowed sweetly praising my sister. "Didn't he just use a reading?" ask me to wonder while looking for reading on the ground.
"The language is not there, brother," replied my sister. "I'm just drawing this." My sister smiled saying that.
"Loh, that's right, you said, look at the reading!" I said complain.
"Damma!" My sister laughed amusedly. "I don't have to write a reading, Brother." My sister stared at the picture. "I did deliberately lie a little to Big Brother, hahaha!" My sister laughed in satisfaction at having fooled me.
"Yaaa, how about it again, brother. Circumstances that make me have to lie," my sister said in no way to feel guilty. "If I'm honest. I said I drew. Brother will definitely not want to see my picture," he added.
"Yeah, tuh! You know the answer for yourself" I said.
"That's why I'm lying" my sister said calmly. "Because every time I say I draw a picture, you never want to see it" my sister sadly quipped.
"Uuhhhmm! My spoiled sister is already good at lying, huh, haaa?!" I pinched both of my sister's cheeks in a fit of anxiety.
I feel insinuated. "Sister, don't want to see it" I replied. "But Brother is sad. You always draw Mom." I stared straight ahead with my nano. "So, Brother remembers Mom," I added.
"But this isn't just Mom, sister" said my sister.
"Yes, this one isn't just Mom." I pointed at the picture with both of my eyes. "But that's it, right, Mom's picture," I said.
"Yes" replied my sister. "This is indeed a picture of Mom," continued my sister pointed to the picture of a woman wearing a fairy dress. "Mother must be beautiful, sister. Wearing these clothes in heaven." said my sister.
Her face was so sweet smiling. "My sister misses my mother for so long. "Sister, are we going to see Mom?" ask sister.
"Which mother?" ask mommy to connect us from home. "Your dead mother," she fancied.
The deg!
My heart stopped. I was so surprised by what I just heard. My sister who was happy to tell me now immediately fell silent. I who felt happy when I saw the picture of my mother now gulped down a heart-wrenching painstaking spit.
As soon as I heard it my sister immediately raised her head looking at the door of our house in pias. The hatred so implied clearly and sharply gazed towards the source of the voice.
"The woman simply said that, Brother," said my sister in a bitter tone. "That's right, our mother," said my sister.
"Ana, I know." I stroked my sister's shoulder grieving.
"It turns out, you guys sitting under that tree were just talking about your dead mother!" I screamed, and we stood up, watching us sit down. "That's not your mother anymore" she said. "I am now your Mother! Not that!" her looks.
"No! You're not my mother!" screams brother.
"Dear, shstttt! Shut up, don't shout out loud" I said shutting his mouth. "Let's hear people, brother. Shame on!" I said firmly. "Later Dad will be sad. If anyone says it," I said.
"He's evil Brother. He said our mother is dead" my sister cried.
"Ana, our mother is dead, Sister." I was careful to tell my sister.
"I know Brother. But it was my mother, not her. He's evil." My sister was crying so much.
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