The Struggle of a Child
Eliminating my Father's Sadness

"So, what if you don't know yet?" asked my sister to look at my moody father.

"Yes, Dad. How do you think Dad's working tomorrow?" I asked slowly while looking at my father.

"Tomorrow I'll try, how? To be good again." My dad looked out of the house.

"Why wait for tomorrow?" ask my contact mother. "Now you can. This must be tomorrow. 'And baby don't get the money tomorrow, '" my mom said to us.

"It's too late afternoon. It'll be soon night" replied my father in a flat tone.

"It's still a long night" our mother continued.

"Where is the old." My father looked straight at the wall clock hanging right on the bench. "This is 06 hours: 05 WIB. Immediately azhan," interrupted my father directly.

"Azhan is all you think about" said our mother, rudely. "If not that. Your son! Your reasons are just that," she said.

"That's none of your business" my father said affirmatively. "Your husband needs your prayers! No one is helping!" my father looked at his wife with very sharp eyes.

"Thank you very well you don't accept it, cih." Mom told us to throw our face away.

"If you're telling me don't bring azhan's problem!" Look at my father with cynicism. And also my son's problem." continued my father. "That's all I've heard you say," My father resentfully sighed harshly.

They fight too often now. Rioting for unclear reasons. I heard him getting depressed. The loud voices quieted down quietly.

"Dad, if tomorrow I'm going to go fix my rickshaw. I'm coming along, Dad," my sister pleaded while nodding.

"Yes, Dad. I also want to go with Dad. Let me have a friend later," I said.

"But Dad's son is going to school tomorrow." My father saw us both.

"Dad, did you forget? Tomorrow is Sunday" said my brother.

"What's up, tomorrow's Sunday?" My dad woke up from his seat looking at the calendar. "That means it's the end of the month" my father murmured as he watched the date on the calendar.

"Dad, why can you forget the day?" ask sister.

"Is it because you're not in school anymore? Hihihi!" I asked with amusement. As if I'm teasing my father a little.

"hihim! Maybe because Dad's old, oops!" My sister laughed and closed her mouth. "Dad I'm sorry" my sister said after my sister saw my father glancing at her.

"Dad, Ana has dared to taunt Dad" I said to my sister.

"Engga Daddy. No one is brave with Dad," said my sister directly. "That father is the person we fear the most in this house" said my sister slowly looking down and quietly. It was as if he felt guilty and ashamed.

I also immediately pretended not to hear until I turned my body to look at the wall as if I was in charge of counting my father's room board.

Our contact mother who passed through us stopped seeing the diversity of our behavior that seemed to disturb his comfort.

Hihihi ! I who laughed with my sister was surprised to see him staring at us dumbly. "Mother" called me slowly as if greeting an important person.

From a little boy like us. Laughing is what we want most. Laughing with my dad was a special moment that we rarely miss today.

It's a rare thing that my father would laugh to let go of all his hardships. This happens very rarely. Where my father was so happy that my sister and I looked at him gawking.

"Dad, Daddy's funny laughing" said my sister.

"Yes Dad. I rarely laugh." I saw my father who was not as usual.

"Dad's funny to see this Son of Dad. Just this time I realized that you two are very compact" said my father.

"Yes, you're right. Once again I see that your two children are indeed compact," continued our mother who is still standing.

"Yes" answered my father happily. "My son is the star of my life. Without them I might not be this strong. They always make me happy. It feels like the trouble I've been through never existed." My father said to our connecting mother who grinned at him.

I who saw and heard it bowed while mixed and sad. The words that came out of my mother can not be denied if she did not like our happiness. Her hateful face hates seeing me and my sister. The indentation of tight lines on the face of the men were implied staring at us.

My slightly weakened eyes stared at him without even budging a single moment. His ominous gaze pierced and made me reflexively look at the feet. Spontaneous my pulse weakened after I heard the truth.

"Dad, now you're not sad anymore, are you?" ask sister.

"No. Dad is not sad anymore. Both of Father's Children are elves who are pain relievers," said my father fondling his problems wisely.

"Damma!" My sister's laughter looks at me. "Father is best suited to be a fairy... ." My sister silently looked at me. "... is Brother" he whispered softly in my father's ear. "Yes, right, Dad," said my sister as if telling the truth.

The curious me walked up to the two of them while bringing my ears closer to them.

"Mmh! So, this is what my sister's been keeping secret." I stood up while nodding happily because I had heard it. "They think I'm stupid to be fooled" I murmured softly. Holding smile.

"Why did you say your brother?" ask my dad to be curious.

"Sister is beautiful, Father," replied my sister. "Even my friends just say that Brother is beautiful" continued my sister as if she felt inferior.

"This father's son is beautiful too" continued my father praising my brother who sat on his lap.

"But, wait for Big Brother, Dad," my sister added. Looking at me while taking a little bit of his head out of my chest my father's wide.

I saw my brother accidentally meet. I looked at him while raising my eyebrows as a gesture of asking my sister with my two widened neutrals.

"Ana, what did you say to Dad?" I asked to pretend while turning my gaze occasionally to see our aunt who had hated us who laughed.

"I didn't say anything, Brother," my sister replied as she caught a glimpse of my father with a face hiding something.

"Liyan, you're so suspicious of your sister right now, ha?" ask my father .

"It's not so Dad," I replied scowling. Adorable.

"You guys are there! From now on I noticed you're spoiled," said our connecting mother who turned the steps away. "Not you guys cleaning this up. Even you gather there, Father and Son," my mother told me.

After hearing what our mother said. I was silent, like a person who felt a little guilty. Here it feels like I made a mistake that made me isolated for no reason.

"Dad, we'd just like to see Dad smile" I said in a kind voice. "But why did you say something so bad to us?" I walked closer to my father's lap.

"Liyan, maybe your mother is a little tired" my father said.

"Tired for what, Dad?" aska I want to know.

"Are you tired of seeing us, Dad?" ask my sister back. Waking up from my father's lap.

"Maybe tired from being too tired to work, brother," continued my sister. Sok knows.

"No, son," answered my father.

"Don't you just say Mom's tired, Dad?" ask me with curiosity.

My father was silent at once. He seemed to be speechless again. My father could only stare at the nanar in response to our curiosity. "Son, now you play first, yes," my father asked.

"Dad, but we're afraid to play" said my sister.

"Yes, afraid of being angry," I said staring at my feet.

"Your mother if she's tired she won't be able to scold you" my father said.

"Why can't you, Dad?" aska I want to know. Standing in front of my father.

"Yes, Dad. Though, Mother is tired," I continued again.

"Who said you were tired?" my mother told me to come back to us. "Mother is not tired. If you want to play. Just play, come on over here!" bring my mother to contact me.

"Dad, then we play first, yeah!" pinta my sister turned around to see my father.

"Yes play! But later after you guys are done please clean up later!" hope you connect us suddenly good.

"Yes ma'am," I answered immediately turning my body to look at my old toy.

"Child BP" I said quietly whispering in my sister's ear. Walk up to get the box that has been grayed.

The toy box that I kept under the cupboard I picked up slowly while blowing away the dust that filled the slightly faded box.

Sumringah's face was immediately emanated from both of my clear eyeballs. My clear eyes are so widened as if it feels so happy right now.

The box is now in front of me. Even the face of the beautiful Sumringah opened my old toy box. "Ana, I cleaned this box first, yeah." I quickly got up from my seat and brought the box out.

Haha !" My father suddenly laughed to my surprise. "This new father laughed at you" my father said.

I who was surprised to hear the sound of laughter reflexively turned my body to see my father who was awake.

Haha ! My sister was suddenly followed by a laugh that made me stunned to see it. "Bak brother's way is so funny" my sister said as she swung her index finger into the air pointing at me.

I looked at them more and more closely. I didn't realize, I couldn't even figure out what my path looked like.

I wondered more and more looking at myself. It was funny when I saw my brother and father laughing without me knowing the cause of the consequences. I want to laugh too, like them. However, I kept it off straight away because as I know they were laughing at me.

"Dad," said my sister.

"Yes, son" said my father.

"Dad know no?! If you want to laugh too, hihihi," said my sister tickled.

"Yes." Yeah." My father saw me. "But why not laugh?" asked my dad to look at me and my sister.

"Liyan, are your toys heavy?" ask mom to keep us close.

I who was half bent in the air holding a dusty toy box could not make a loud noise, like they were for holding the box from falling.

"Yes, Son. Are your toys heavy?" ask dad.

"If it's heavy, brother, here I help." My sister immediately walked over while extending a helping hand to help me.

"Thank you. Brother is still able," I refused while sliding the box to the left.

My sister who saw my rejection also increasingly wrinkled and turned to my father. "ptfff." My sister kept her mouth shut to keep my feelings so I wouldn't be ashamed.

However, my ignorant brother did not want to stop there. He also made a gesture imitating my behavior that I did not realize like an old man.

"Haha !" Suddenly my father laughed out loud as if releasing the burden of self that peaked on him earlier.

While my sister was getting more and more happy to imitate my style of walking on a snot with a toy box filled with a little thick dust.

"Sister, Big Brother's way like that, '" looked at me. "... Yeah, right, Dad?!" My sister turned her head to look at my father.

My father's aging face that was wrapped around his cheekbones implied a temporary happiness that he was trying to show us to keep our minds from thinking all the time.

"Your father just saw Mom laughing," said our mother who joined in smiling also saw the behavior of my ignorant sister. "Your father's face has always been tight" he said. "It's rare to see them laughing" he said.

"But, I smile a lot too" I put the box I was holding quietly at the door. "Even though my father was in trouble every day" I said, waking up from my squat.

I walked back inside and picked up the washcloth that was stored in the kitchen cupboard. "Ana, you're so happy, ya scoff, brother." I opened the closet door and took a washcloth.

"Scoff how?" ask my sister who pretended not to admit.

"You may be a child with hidden talents." I closed the door and got up.

"Haha !" My contact mother suddenly laughed at my delivery.

I was astonished and saw my sister standing at the door holding my toy box. The kitchen that I have left now looks lonely.

My feet that stepped while carrying the washcloth continued to step while astonished to look at my mother who looked happy.

While my father who was sitting on his stool did not feel anything wrong with his wife. My father laughed innocently.

"Indeed you are like a less happy child" my mother replied spontaneously. "Haha !" He also laughed more satisfied.

Her widened laughter seemed to touch my feelings became unpleasant. I who crossed the road that coincided with the place where he stood was so embarrassed that the washcloth I brought fell to the floor.

Braugh! The fabric covered the floor.

My mother who dragged me to the bed of clothes sat down while folding the clothes that my father wanted ironed. "Eats you guys are so happy today." My mother-in-law started to fold her clothes.

"We are not happy because my mother has died since we were children" my sister replied with sadness.

I who had arrived at the door crouched down softly after hearing the screams from within my sister's heart. I glazed as well as looked at my sister who said that.

How sad the faces of my sister and father after hearing what my mother-in-law said that spoke without thinking about our feelings.

I can no longer speak. The great stone that has come upon us is now sitting sweetly in the truth which we have actually covered with all cleverness.

"How can't it? You're laughing now, like the crazy people on those streets!" my mother-in-law didn't think a bit.

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