The Struggle of a Child
My father's sorrow
"Ana, quiet! Don't cry anymore! I'll be there sad to see you." I wiped my sister's tears and glanced at her picture.
She was so happy after showing me that picture now all her happiness had disappeared in an instant. Now only tears look coloring.
"Ana, don't take heart, what Mom said earlier, yes!" I whispered softly in my sister's ear.
"Does Big Brother now defend that woman?" asked my sister in annoyance.
"It's not so, brother. Maybe you accidentally said that," I replied while looking at my mother's voice earlier.
"What?!" My sister was surprised to hear that. "So she didn't say that on purpose!" My sister immediately stood up with a high tone of voice. "Originally Brother knows. Big Brother's beloved mother has never liked me!" cecar my brother.
"Sik, don't raise your voice! I'll hear it." I also got up from my seat.
"Mom, Mother, Mother, cih! I don't like hearing that name Brother mentioned in my ear," my sister replied getting annoyed. "Because my mother wasn't him!" my sister swung her forefinger into the air pointing towards the door.
"Sik, what you said is true." I looked at my sister. "But Mother is a surrogate Mother, our Mother. She's older than us, Ana!" imbuhku.
I'm trying to wake up my sister now. Making him realize so that he can open his heart to accept my father's new wife as his mother. My hard work has not been fruitful so far. So now it has to be visible. I am still accompanying my sister under this cool guava tree.
The picture of the woman in the beautiful dress I stared slowly with sadness. I watched the picture so closely that I did not even notice my tears dripping onto the ground.
My sister was so heartbreaking that she harbored a deep longing for my dead mother. Even more strangely, until now my sister has not been able to give up the position of our mother replaced with another woman.
My sister who was devastated by today's incident could not say quietly. She was so shocked after hearing it. Both her eyes glazed over at me.
"I never thought of her as my mother's replacement" my sister said. "Until now I don't want to call her Mom!" My sister twisted her body in annoyance.
"Mom-not yesterday you called her Mom" I said, remembering the old one.
"Yes, I wanted to call her Mom. But not so!" brother says. Because I just realized that she's not my mother" she said.
Now I am also more silent. I could only look at my sister with this pile of blame on my poor self. I believe so much in what I see, that my sister has accepted her as a mother. But, it's wrong. It turns out that everything was not up to expectations. Everything is still the same, as it used to be, still ambiguous.
My contact mother who had spoken was no longer heard. He was no longer visible where he was standing. I turned my gaze behind the door, now finding nothing.
The sobs of my sister still sounded filled the empty air. The tears that bore in those eyes sliced my heart. It is heartbreaking for me and for my sister as well. The mother who gave birth to us was so hated by the stranger.
The thump of words that stopped the pulse came out easily just like that.
"Listen yes, Liyan... !" Suddenly we spoke again. "... don't try to say that again!" pinta mom hooked me up hard. "The person who has died cannot be remembered. Because he's dead!" toilet mom connect us.
I was spontaneously thrown backwards after hearing that. This bolt of lightning in broad daylight made me bow and be still, like a statue.
"Liyan, Anna! What are you guys doing there?" Suddenly I heard the voice of my father reprimanding us with questions of astonishment.
I who was shocked immediately glanced at my sister who was rushing beside me. I saw my sister instantly hold back the rush and wipe her tears dry.
"Why don't you guys answer Dad's questions?" asked my father to come back to us from a distance that was not too close.
"Dad, we're just sitting here" I replied. "We've lifted the clothesline, Dad." I said it right away.
"Alhamdulillah. Thank you, son." My father was grateful and grateful. "Then, where did you put your clothes?" My father asked again in curiosity.
"Ana, you're crying?" asked my father to look at my sister sharply.
"No," my sister replied twisting her glance looking at me as a gesture towards me to help her avoid my father's question.
"No Dad. Ana did not cry," I replied.
"Ooh!!!" reply my father nodded with a suspicious face. His gaze seemed to know that we both kept something from him.
"Ana's just mostly drinking ice, Dad." My sister immediately pretended to trick my father.
My brother and I had to lie to my father so there would be no commotion in this little house. We both need to be smart and smart in our actions. My little brother and I are faced with difficult family problems.
Our small house, seems to have been destined to be enveloped in the problems of our biological mother who has died.
"Yes, if you're okay. Now we go inside. Because it's dark." My father took my sister and held her all the way home.
I who followed from behind walked while looking at everything I went through. The land I passed over which still had pictures of my sister. I stared deeply into the feeling that if the picture had come true. 'We must be happy, ' I said in my heart. However, unfortunately it is only an image of irony that can shed tears and bring sadness.
I followed my father and sister who were walking in front of me. I slowly raised my head looking at my father's half-fraighted back walking upright. My poor father he still looks calm. He was always lied to by his two daughters. She did not realize that her two daughters were very good at acting. The princess who was raised by her own two hands and her sweat quietly without any guilt in the slightest had covered up a lot that happened.
"Dad, why did you come home so soon?" ask me from behind.
"Liyan, I'm not pulling a rickshaw" replied my father.
"Why Dad?" ask sister.
"Yes, Son. Father's rickshaw is broken," answered my father.
The deg!
"Daddy's son is broken?" I just want to get sad again.
"Dad, what's a lot of damage?" ask my spoiled sister.
"Dad doesn't know yet, son.!. .. I haven't seen it all, '" my father replied in a sad tone of voice.
Instantly I saw my walking feet hearing the honesty of my father. I was the one who almost entered the door after my father and sister. Standing for a long time looking at the vast expanse of air. Tears seem to be growing in the eyes at this time. I then entered to see my father sitting with his face bent. While my mother kept us up who said something to us. Standing looking at my father wryly.
The step that continues to walk now seems to droop because it saw my father who lost his spirit in half. My mother also seemed angry and upset looking as if she knew the problems experienced by my father.
I also walked around sitting in the corner of the closet approaching my sister who looked calm and happy. My little brother doesn't understand anything. He seemed happy playing with his cute doll.
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