The Struggle of a Child
Collecting rubbish

"Ana, the BP child has been partially lost" I said slowly staring with sadness.

"The name's been kept for a long time, brother. His clothes are also gone a little," continued my sister.

I played with fun. "But, put it in this. How could it be lost?" I pointed at the box.

"Yes, but maybe there is a brother who forgets when storing it in a box," said my sister. Sitting near me to play.

Hearing my sister's words seemed right that I might forget to keep them. After seeing my toys stay a little make me not be able to say anything more.

"That's Brother. After Brother saw now only Brother realized. If a lot of toys are missing, brother" said my sister.

"Yes" I said indifferently.

My sister probably knew that I didn't put it all in the box. I was careless to forget it.

This carelessness of mine sometimes makes me a child who often gets a strong reprimand from my father. I don't know if this carelessness can go away or not. But for sure I'm very disturbed by my nature is too consider all, like playful.

The toys that I play with right now are very few people - there are five now only two. It was just two daughters, an older brother and a younger sister.

A little disappointed to see it. I turned my gaze to look at my silent sister.

Kreeekkk !

My sister pulled the paper and tore through a lot of used boxes. He also subconsciously cut everything with fun. Paper chips fell down a lot on the floor.

The BP boy I was running was half stopped on the floor. My finger that was holding onto it was instantly detached. "Ana, that's the garbage, why so much?" ask me with widened eyeballs.

"Which one, brother?" my sister answered me a question.

"That's what! Near your feet" I said in a tone of voice as if pointing.

"Where, Brother?!" My sister looked down at her feet. "Where is much, Brother. It's small, '" my sister said casually.

The BP boy who had stopped now fell out of my hand. "Sik, that's stacking the trash!" myrag. "Let's know, when you get in here, check this room." I looked at my brother who didn't want to hear.

My sister still continues her cutouts as she wishes. "Naaahhh! Brother is done." My sister showed me the cutout in the form of pictures of people. "How Brother?" my sister asked me more and more to show me.

I am mixed up annoyed and happy to see it while twitching the two netra. "It's normal" I replied. Then I turned my head back to see the BP boy who had fallen. "... but really, that can be a lot." I looked back at my cold sister.

"Yes Brother. I cut it by folding the paper first," said my sister in a flat tone.

I turned to my sister after hearing her voice. My sister was sad thinking then I turned my eyes back to see the BP boy I was holding.

I went back to playing with my little BP kid. "Sik, don't scissors anymore! There will be more trash. Dad's been cleaned up," I said banning my sister.

"This I have gathered, brother," said my brother hurriedly gathering it right near his feet.

I then looked down again to continue my game. The room we were in now was silent no longer heard my voice and my sister. We were all excited about our own game.

I am fun and exciting with my BP son while my sister is engrossed in paper cutting.

"Liyan, Ana come here!" shouted our connecting mother who was startling all of a sudden.

"Sister, Brother's beloved mother calls." My sister saw me from the side.

"Yes," I answered seeing my sister pulling her eyesight from me instantly.

"Sister, I hope that Brother's beloved mother does not enter this room," my sister hoped. "If Big Brother's beloved mother had entered here, she would have rebuked us both" my sister added.

I heard it too. "I don't expect so either. I hope you don't come in" I said.

I silently thought while telling the story of BP's son who was still visible in my grasp. What my sister said has a point, too. If you join us in this room and see the scattered pieces of paper, he will surely get angry.

The anger our mother connected us with was huge, when she saw this. I immediately got up and went out of the room to approach him who shouted.

"Ana, come!" ask me to stand in front of my sister.

My sister looked up at me. "I'm lazy Brother." My sister said it in a slow tone of voice. "Son was the one who came to see him. I don't want to," my sister gently refused.

"Ana, this is the name of both of us who are called" I said urging my sister. "Come fast! Leave your toys behind." I was getting more and more urging my sister to stop playing for a while.

"Liyan, Ana, did you hear you being called?!" My mother was standing at the door of our room picking up the curtains.

The deg!

I also froze immediately. My feet no longer move me looking back. Looks like a hard adhesive has been firmly stuck on this leg. The tightly rotating eyeballs could now only slowly rotate looking at my sister from the tail of the eye.

Even my brother's frozen face was no longer able to freely rotate his gaze. He is now just sitting quietly.

"So, you guys are here making trash!" screech my mother with me loudly. "What kind of child ? You guys are making this much trash in the room!" the hardship is getting higher. "This room was clean. It's like this now!" attack continues. "It's almost Maghrib. You're still here!" My mother-in-law walked in.

My brother and I are panicking. We both can no longer speak. I bowed half my body in the air and asked my sister to wake up. Now I have to lift up straight. While my sister who was sitting with her paper cutout threw out a spontaneous look at the floor and put the paper and scissors on the floor.

"This is your job, yes! That's why you're silent and not visible on the outside" he joked with a flushed face.

I looked at him as if I felt guilty. My contact mother kept walking closer to our toys. Makes my sister have to stand away.

Even a hard blow makes me and my sister and the rest of the room sculpt. Hardikan that came out of the mouth of the mother continued us freely throw us into the corner of the wall so that we can not move to defend ourselves.

The peaceful afternoon has now become a loud bang that hit us with big waves that come suddenly washed away all peace.

"If your father ever knew this! He will definitely be furious towards the two of you?!" fawning mother hooked us up while swinging her index finger into the air pointed at me and my sister. "Try seeing this! Everywhere toys! Everywhere is rubbish!" he said, rising up while glancing . " Maybe, you're playing quietly here!" My contact mother is getting angry. He walked around us with a sharp look.

My brother and I froze and kept quiet. We can't get a word out of these lips. Only a hand of worry now became this helpless self-improvement.

"Liyan, what did your father say?" I asked her to stop next to me.

I who was trembling answered. "Ti-can't play," I answered stifled with fear.

"Then..why do you and your sister dare to play quietly in this room, huh?" the screech in my ear asked.

A loud screech rang out very close to my ear making these two eyes close firmly to withstand the loudness of the squealing sound in the ear.

My still-set-up, connected mother was stalking us. I looked up at my brother and me and saw the floor filled with trash and toys.

"Take a look at you!" he said with a reddened face and bit his molars in annoyance. "Your father will definitely punish you both?!" sip with spicy.

"Punish why?" ask my father's voice from outside the room.

The deg!

Gluey!

Suddenly I immediately raised my head to look at the room curtain. The shadow that moved from the outside also walked closer to the neatly arranged room curtain.

"See that! Your father has arrived!" my mother said I was walking.

"Sister, please tell my beloved sister to shut up." My sister whispered in my ear firmly. "Let's not see us in this room!" my sister muttered slowly.

"Ana, how is it?" many confusions. "The voice is much louder than Brother's" I said.

"Sister, before Dad gets into this room and sees this all," my sister groaned lethargic.

I was in a dilemma with what I was facing. A thousand faces of panic were scattered all over the body. The rant from my sister kept whispering in my ear telling me to stop my selfish mother's wishes.

The eyes that saw the floor moved following his steps that were a little closer to the room curtain.

"Mom," I called urgently to hold back the nerves.

Suddenly my mother who was walking stopped for a moment. He turned around after hearing a voice that stopped his steps. "What's wrong?" ask her with a ketus while looking at me.

"Mom, we're going to put these toys together and we're going to throw them away." I looked at my mother who was standing looking at us. "But please, Mom. Don't tell Dad." I said both hands into the air begging.

"Just kid!" My mother was in contact and left us.

I was shocked to hear the rejection he made of me. Instantly I stared straight down with both hands still clenched in the air.

The rejection was so overwhelming my hopes and my sister's. The heart is getting more and more shrouding my heart. Tears also directly inflicted on the eyes. Slowly I turned my head to look at my sister with my voice not far away standing beside me.

"Sister, it's true that people say, that stepmother is evil," my sister said staring hatefully. "I want to tell Mom this" my sister continued staring at the ceiling.

I looked at my sister sadly. The outpouring of hearts that begat now has nowhere to pour out. So that all the pain that settles in his mind will come out freely. The more in the pendam sense it is getting harbored.

This is what my sister feels right now. He'd love to tell it. However, that desire stalled because no one place could be a loyal friend.

Slowly without realizing it my father also made the curtain. "Liyan, Anna!" my father suddenly cried out in surprise. "You're making trash here!" My father's whining. "What did you say?" ask my dad to look at me.

I kept quiet and squeezed my fingers hard. My father's shocked face shocked me so much to see our behavior.

"Father had forbidden not to play," my father snapped. "Because you're gonna be teaching soon." My dad's getting pias.

"Sorry Dad" I replied bitterly.

"Yes, I'm sorry" my sister continued.

Huh ! My father also breathed a rough breath. "Now collect the garbage and throw it away !" my father's orders were firm.

"Ba-well, Dad," replied me and my sister took the plastic and put the trash in.

"Place all your toys!" My father decisively told me to turn around and turn around.

"Yes, Dad" I replied.

"You are the biggest child. Even you were the one who was following your sister," said my father scathingly snorting at me.

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