The Struggle of a Child
Biodata

I was silent after hearing my father's words. I who was always demanded as the first child must be able to control my brother's attitude that is not careless and more to the spoiled character. Now I have to put everything clean. I who got the task in carrying out the responsibility of every act my sister took a broom and gave it to my sister.

"Ana, please sweep that trash!" I gave my brother a broom.

"Sister, I'm not very good at sweeping," said my sister protesting while holding a broom.

"Eat him, you have to learn. Let's be smart," I put together a toy.

"But brother, later my sweep is not clean," said my brother saw the floor scattered.

"You can definitely. Hence, learn!" I looked at my sister. "Come fast! Sweep from there to there!" I stood pointing to rule and forced my sister to sweep.

Huuuh! My sister immediately rushed to frown with laziness she was forced to do my orders while dragging a broom cleaning the floor. The pieces of paper he cut he swept from what I ordered until they were collected.

"Liyan, clean up on that floor! Don't look at me in the least!" my father said loudly. Walk a little backwards while looking at me and my sister.

"Okay Dad" I replied.

"Yes Dad. We'll clean it up" my sister continued while collecting trash .

My dad just shut up and saw us cleaning the room. My father was standing in front of our bedroom window, holding the curtain wide. In this case, only my father's eyes said to us. Both of his eyes stared intently and turned around following us.

A big plastic trash can was put on the floor by my sister. I crouched down to help my sister open the plastic widely so that the litter scattered easily in without anyone falling to the floor again.

"Ana, put the trash in!" I cried to my sister.

"Yes, patient! Here again I collect everything first" said my sister.

Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar

My father who was standing now moved from his backrest after hearing the sound of Adhan reverberating. "Liyan, clean up as you please! Let no one else be left behind!" My father turned the body leaving us.

I put the trash in and looked at my father who said then went missing. Sunday is not a day of freedom for us like other children.

My father in applying the rules he made never gave us freedom freely. He even more locked us in the house on the grounds of teaching so that we do not forget the letters that we have read. That's what made me and my brother think cleverly, how? We can play even at home. However, from a little bit of dislike our mother connected us with our happiness she also by all means to derail it.

My mother was a mother. Sometimes it seems so clear . However, on the other hand, he is also seen as a friend who has always been envious of the freedom we play inside. So, as much as possible he should be able to stop us from playing. Be it he shouted loudly, scolded us or complained to my father.

My father, whose every rule he exits, is broken. He was very angry when he heard it. My father, who did not want to be denied, especially not on the streets according to his rules, scolded us more and more with his history.

"Sister, it's clean!" My sister stood up while dragging the trash plastic to the edge.

I cleaned the other place and saw my sister and saw the floor she was cleaning. "Then throw the trash in the trash!" I cried while turning my body back to close the toy box.

"Where's kayak? Everything clean?" My mother-in-law opened the curtain asking.

My sister who hated him did not answer. He kept seeing the plastic she was tied up. I glanced at my sister from the tail of the eye. Stand up and turn the gaze towards my mother who was standing looking at us. "Yes Mom. Everything is clean" I replied.

"Good," my mother replied with a sly face. "That means you're not playing anymore, are you?" he asked with a face as if dancing on the suffering we had been angry with my father.

"Yes Mom. We're not playing again tonight" I replied a little annoyed.

"Good then. So, everything was done," My contact mother immediately left.

"Huh! You Stepmom!" grumbled my sister with a face holding back in annoyance. "It's a good thing I don't want to behead her, Mother," my sister's crush stared at her disappearance cynically.

"Ana, don't be so tight! Shhhh!" I told my sister to shut up. "Let's hear Mom. We'll both be hit by dad with a belt. You want?!" Looked at my sister sharply.

My sister was silent for a moment and looked down at the plastic that was lying on the floor. "I don't like that Brother's mother. When are we gonna be like this, brother?" ask Brother. "Every time we play at home. Definitely, Brother's beloved mother complained to Dad," he said a little regretting everything. "There's just something I want to tell Dad." My sister stared at the window that was still open.

"Ana, I'm not as long as I'm wrong. That's right, Dad said, we can't play." I gave my sister some understanding while walking to close the window.

"Yes, sister, but we're still kids" my sister added. "It should have been, the little boy playing, not scolded," my sister said in disappointment.

"Sik, sometimes if we get scolded not because Dad doesn't love. But because I'm afraid that we're hooked and engrossed in playing," I advised my sister.

My sister was so lethargic after hearing my advice. "I'm not wrong, that big brother, like an old man, hahaha!" ledek my brother took a plastic trash.

"Like the old man? You just mock!" I saw my brother laughing happily. "Dik, don't mock, Brother. Quickly take out your trash! I'm gonna go in again and see this shit!" my insistence is pushing my sister's body.

"Yes, brother" replied my sister immediately out.

I also returned to rotate the body tidying the floor that did not look neat. The toy box on the floor was lifted to the original storage.

"Liyan, is everything okay?" asked my father to scream from his room.

"It's been, Dad," I replied slowly.

"Now get ready to teach" said my father.

"Okay Dad," said my sister to me, putting together a toy.

I who was sitting half in the air while keeping a toy under the closet turned to look back at my sister.

Paper sheets are located on the floor out of nowhere. Reminds me of the biodata Ms. Dona requested. I woke up to see my father's bedroom door holding a piece of paper.

"I forgot, Brother. If Brother is told by teacher Sister to write a complete biodata," I said glancing at my sister who was standing next to me.

"What's it for, brother?" ask sister.

"Sister doesn't know. But Miss Dona told me that tomorrow we have to collect everything" I said.

"If we are not told," my sister continued walking to pick up equipment to teach.

"Brother is also confused as to what is his biodia?!" I also took teaching supplies. "But, hopefully later on Brother doesn't forget to ask Dad." I saw my sister at a glance while wearing mukena.

"Liyan, Ana, what else?! You guys are always talking. I don't know what you're talking about?" ask my mother to stand in the back.

My sister and I were shocked too. We both reflexively met eyes as if wondering, what is with my mother? Why is he standing behind us back ?

Both of my hands stopped immediately when I was about to wear mukena. While my sister stopped half a step when she saw our connecting mother also present.

"From that moment your father told you to get ready" he said with both eyes whizzing.

I immediately put on a mukena and took Iqro' and took him. My father was waiting for us to teach. The mat and the recal that had been neatly located I approached while reading Iqro'.

Tonight I should be able to read it as best I can without any mistakes. I sat down and opened the Iqro' which I had placed on the record. I started reading it, as usual. My sister did the same as me. He read it so well and there was no mistake. From last I heard my sister who taught me amazed because tonight she tried her best. Her sweet, sweet voice made me and my father so happy.

This routine activity almost every night we do has become an obligation that cannot be denied. The finished me sat down on my father's bench with a piece of paper on the table.

The voice of my sister is no less melodious than mine. Have finished pronouncing the letters - the letters hijaiyah.

Not how long I who daydreamed sitting alone on the bench my father jerked and the pencil that I was holding was immediately slammed hard on the floor.

"Dad!" my screams while hitting my ignorant brother's hand.

"Haha ! The pencil flew away" said my sister, shaking her head and holding Iqro'.

"Yes, huuuu!" my screams furiously bit both molars while squeezing my fingers hard half in the air.

"So, Dad won't come out" my sister said provoking annoyance.

"Dad will definitely come out?!" my reply is not to lose.

"Where do you know?" ask my sister who sees me not believing in her.

"Liyan," call my father. Stand in front of the door.

"Ana, why haven't you saved your Iqro ? ask my dad to know.

My sister who was standing near me was shocked to hear that. Instantly, his defenseless fingers stopped pinching my corked cheek furiously.

"Yes Dad." My sister immediately released her fingers that were still attached to my right cheek. He went straight into the room to store the mukena and save his Iqro as well.

"Liyan, let alone not eating?!" my father said to approach the bench I was sitting on.

"Here you go, Dad" I replied.

"Your son, that Liyan hasn't had dinner yet" my mother said.

"Which is right?!" My dad's staring at me. Like my dad asked me.

Highlight my father's sharp eyes glared at me intently as if my father wanted to know it directly from me.

"Yes Dad," I answered looking down straight up from the bench. "I haven't eaten yet, Dad," I said as I pulled up a piece of paper located on the table.

My father dropped his body on the bench while putting a plate that had been filled with rice. "What is paper for?" asked my father to look at the paper while drinking water.

"It's for biodata, Dad," I replied.

"Biodata for what?" ask dad.

"To our teacher, Dad," I replied back. "We were told to write a biodata. He said, there's a need" I continued to look at my father who was bribing rice.

"Ooh," said my father nodding.

"So, said our teacher. Tomorrow it's been gathered, 'Well, '" I said.

"Awhile, son. I eat first" said my father. "Now just put it here. Let me write later," asked my father.

"Yes Dad." I put the paper on the table.

"So, now go eat! Take your sister," said my mother, inviting me and my sister.

I turned around to call my sister in the room. "Ana, let's eat!" my screams call my sister from behind the curtain.

My sister's steps were heard walking closer to the curtain. "I'm ready, brother." My sister stood in front of me while walking towards the kitchen. "Yes, come on." I also followed my sister from behind.

After the rice we took. We both walked back to the front room to eat. The plate I was carrying now I placed on the floor we used to sit on. Me and my sister who were sitting next to each other immediately enjoyed rice and omelet sambal. The plate that looks only there is rice and omelet makes our mother join us to reprimand us. "Why don't you guys use vegetables?" tanyanya.

"They don't like vegetables." My father immediately cut off answering my mother's question.

"You should have forced them to eat vegetables" my mother told me. "This sinking, huh? It's a delicious vegetable. Mashed yam leaves." My mother looked at both of us.

Today is my first day eating omelet chili after a long time I can not eat other foods besides carrot soup and fish soup due to the disease I suffered.

"Like Liyan, after she recovered she had to eat a lot of vegetables" my mother said, glancing at my father as I saw from the tail of my eyes.

"For a long time, they will definitely want to eat vegetables. I really believe in my two daughters" my father said.

I enjoy the food that is on the plate. Just listen to my father and mother while bribing the rice slowly slowly into the mouth. While my sister who was sitting next to me was doing the same, as I was doing that, manyuap rice as well.

"Liyan, this is the bio I've finished writing," my father said as he watched me eat.

"Yes Dad" I said, sipping some water.

I immediately got up from my seat and delivered the plates and glasses into the bucket where the dishes were dirty.

Baugh's!

I retreated and hit my sister who was walking behind me. "Ana, what's behind, sister?" I turned my body around to see my sister.

"You put this down!" My sister swung the plate and glass in the air right in front of me.

I then stepped slowly while looking at my brother who was still holding the plate and glass walking forward to take the biodata that had been written by my father.

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Biodates

Name: Liyan Laiyina

T . Tgl :02 January 1999

Address: My best friend's village

Father Name: Tiyo Satiyo

Mother's Name: Helena

Child 1 of two brothers

Name of guardian: Genghis

I then walked while reading the biodata written by my father. Line by line I read it carefully.

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