The Struggle of a Child
On the rickshaw

"Yes, fun dong, Dad. Means we'll go for a walk on this rickshaw," said my sister smiling sumringah.

"Hufts"

My sister is so happy to look. While I was so shrewd to see my father who had so great a struggle against us, his children. My martial father came to our school only to pick us up that is, the two daughters to his darling. Stand on the corner first.

"Here you go, son," said my father, rising up on a rickshaw while looking at us.

"It's Dad" I replied.

"Dad, where are we going?" ask my sister who is sitting right next to me.

"Father's company to the market first, yes!" pinta my father while shaking the rickshaw he was carrying.

For a moment I silently stared at my father's nanar remembering what Tania and Ecy said. "Hahaha, later to the market buy shoes, yes ! Don't buy fish !" I immediately lowered my head after remembering it and saw my torn shoes. The laughter of the two of them still sounded in my ears to this day. The laughter that laughed at me with the reproach deliberately thrown at me was still shrill in sound.

My sister who has never faced such bad treatment as me. He was so happy to enjoy the ride with this rickshaw. My sister had absolutely no suspicion of me silently looking on with a blank look ahead.

"Horeee, I love riding this rickshaw, brother." My sister looked at me standing screaming. "We can see everything clearly" my brother choked in the empty air. "Look, Brother! That's where a lot of people walk." My sister roared more and more happily as if she had never been happy.

"Ana, sit! You'll fall." I pulled my sister's skirt telling her to sit down.

"A little while, brother. I've never been on this rickshaw before," said my brother innocently. "Dad, it turns out riding this rickshaw is fun too, yes," my sister said happily. "I can see everything and can stand up too, ' my sister said with a sigh.

I'm the one who's standing by following my sister. "The one riding the rickshaw that Dad couldn't stand all this time?" ask my sister.

"Could be Brother, but not this wide. We can walk. We can go around in circles" said my sister as she swirled around happily.

While my father continued to pedal rickshaws with drained energy. My father's twilight face looks very tired staring at the straight path that passes under the cloudy cloud that covers the sun. He was getting firmer pedaling his pedicab to arrive soon and not exposed to rain.

"Ana, careful! Watch out fall!" my father said as he pedaled the rickshaw and looked straight ahead.

"Dad, don't be too tight to carry the pedicab, '" said my sister. Mature oafish.

I who was standing with my sister still kept quiet and saw her who was talking with a face that was too happy.

"Dad, if it rains, it's okay" continued my sister who likes rain. "Na-na-na-na-na." My sister kept circling dancing happily as if she was playing in the rain.

"Ana, take a look!" I pointed up at the sky precisely pointing at the cloud overcast. "Definitely fun, Dik." I turned, as my sister did in a rhythmic tone, as my sister sang. "Na-na-na-na-na, Hahaha!" The two of us sang together laughing.

The rickshaw my father paddled sounded very crowded because our little song was so cheerful. The cloudiness that was getting thick made my sister and I happier.

"Sister, it will soon rain" said my brother.

"...and soon we'll be taking a rain shower." I hopped around on the rickshaw happily welcoming the rain and forgot for a moment my torn shoes.

The torn shoes are turning more and more cheerfully. It looks like it's okay. It was as if it had never been torn.

"No, Son. Later if it rains you'll both get wet and sick" said my father marginalized his rickshaw at the parking lot.

My sister and I stopped and kept quiet. We saw each other with eyes full of question marks. We stopped as if we had made a mistake.

" 'It's good, if it's wet, isn't it, sister?"my sister whispered in my ear asking.

"Father's right, Ana. Later we will be sick," I replied interrupting my sister's speech.

"We'll just play rain this once." My sister looked at me with her eyes widened.

"No idea, Ana. But what Dad said wasn't wrong either" I retorted my sister's gaze.

"Nowooghhh!" My sister pouted in annoyance.

I who remained silent dropped my body sitting while covering the torn shoes so as not to be seen by my father and looked at my father who came down from the rickshaw. "Son, just a second. Dad shopped first, bought fish, ' my father stood looking at the two of us.

"Yes Dad. Don't take long, Dad. Because I'm scared here!" I looked around the market filled with traders and buyers who wandered to and fro.

"Why are you afraid? It's crowded here, right," my sister asked as she turned her head to look at the people walking.

"Dad knows, you're scared" replied my father. "Dad won't be long. Just for a moment, yes son," said my father softly.

"Yes Dad," replied my sister in her potent tone.

My father also turned his body to walk straight down a crowded highway. Me and my brother who was left behind my father sitting on a rickshaw opened both eyeballs to see him who continued to walk until he disappeared.

Darkening cloudiness and cold wind blowing through the face to make this body a little cold and this messy hair increasingly gusty.

I am still sad for my poor self. Looking at my torn right shoe. 'Today I will enjoy these torn shoes, ' my mummy gently holds the shoes. I just kept covering it with my hand so that my sister who was sitting at the side and looking at me did not see these torn shoes.

"Sister," call my sister to look down at her place towards the shoe.

"Yes" I replied, putting my finger on the shoe.

My innocent sister was unaware and did not feel the slightest bit suspicious. "Aren't we ashamed to ride this rickshaw?" ask sister.

Gluey!

Suddenly I was surprised to look at my sister and gulp. This question left me deeply shocked at what to say to my sister. I kept quiet to see my sister who spontaneously asked that.

"Ana, Brother is not ashamed," I replied innocently.

My sister momentarily silently looked pusher forward. "I'm the same, brother is not ashamed." My sister looked straight ahead while playing around twirling her fingers. "But if my friend sees... ." My sister was a little quiet with a grim face.

"Why? You're ashamed that your friend saw you ride this rickshaw?" ask me question markfully to my sister. "Is your friend mocking you?" askaku.

My sister nodded slowly and quietly. Looking down the place to the rickshaw floor we were sitting on.

The deg!

I kept silent to hear my sister's words. I silently looked forward while being reminded of my friends Tania and Ecy. Actually what my sister avoids, it deserves me because my friend is the one who likes to mock, like that. My blood felt like it was going down and my pulse stopped when I found out the truth.

"Which friend are you, brother?" I approached my sister who was sitting next to me.

"Sister, you won't know her" said my sister, looking at me with sadness.

"If you tell him, surely Big Brother will recognize him?!" I stared at my brother who was suddenly sad.

My sister saw me back. "Acot is a coward. Where is it possible, Big Brother dares to face my friend?! While Dad just told me to keep Brother in school," said my sister.

I just kept throwing my eyes in all directions. "Yes, yes you are right" I replied with annoyance.

"So, Brother is angry." My sister looked back at me. "Why is Big Brother angry with 'me?" ask my brother less than happy.

"Sister is not angry with you" I replied.

"Then, what is it?" my sister asked.

"Nothing," I replied sulking.

Small quarrels are like, children's quarrels occur on the rickshaw that stops. My sister and I are increasingly accusing each other of being a coward and a brave one.

"...let Brother know. I'm much braver than Big Brother" said my sister.

"Engga too! Brother is brave just like you!" my toilet.

"...Brother still remember not? It was Brother's friend who attacked Brother in the school field." My sister looks at me.

I immediately turned my brain to remember it. The incident that had happened a few months ago was, a quarrel between my friend and Tania as well as Ecy who deliberately wanted to mock me. Forcing this memory to open that dark past slide. "Yes, I remember." I looked down to answer it.

"Well, remind? Who tried to defend Big Brother and wanted to beat up Big Brother's friend?" My sister with great emphasis asked and looked at me fixedly.

I raised my head gently. "You." Staring at my sister.

My sister immediately looked away from me looking ahead. "So... ." Brother says. "...i'm not afraid, sister," said my sister in a soft tone of voice. "Only Brother is afraid" he added.

I immediately dismissed the guess my sister had told me. "Engga! Brother is not afraid. But... ." I'm a little quiet.

"But...what, Brother?" asked my sister directly to look at me.

"But Brother is afraid that until Teacher Brother hears Brother fighting... ." I'm down. "...The mother will complain to Dad" I said.

"And.. ," my sister continued.

"Haha!" My sister immediately laughed as if she was amused to hear my fear of my father's anger. "I was surprised to see Brother." My sister laughed. "The brother was very scared of Dad, hihihi!" His laughter is getting more amused.

I looked at my sister so confused. He was so happy to laugh at me. What I did was not wrong. My father was very much afraid of us in a special house for me.

I who was often sued as the first child often received unfair treatment from around me. Especially from my two friends who often bully and reproach with all their content.

I was eager to fight them over the bulyan and the reproach they made clear. However, all that I have to endure for my father's good name. I who often get a warning from my father as a first child must be careful in acting and behaving outside.

My father who often told me to be a good example of my sister made me very much in a real dilemma. Where I have to keep my attitude to look good for the future of our poor family.

I who was sitting right beside my sister stared straight with a handful of small grunts in my heart. I can't believe my sister told me that I'm afraid of Tania and Ecy. But what my day can't all do is what I want.

I sat on the rickshaw the longer it felt the more I wanted to get down. The cowardly words that my sister accuses of me further aggravate me.

"Haha!" My sister laughed at me again. "Sister, don't think too much. Later Brother is sad," my sister reprimanded holding back a laugh.

"Iiisss, you don't remember that!" my pretext is to cover from my sister.

"While benaaar," my sister's seductress fished a little so that I could open my mouth.

I was getting annoyed at my sister who deliberately wanted to provoke anger. My cynical gaze glanced at him sharply. However, my dear sister did not pay much attention to him. He was acting like a man who made no mistakes. The calmness and shade of my sister is so obvious. My sister did not feel burdened by what she said to me.

"Sir, this rickshaw is so cute, huh?" My sister flinch while turning the atmosphere around as if she became calm.

I feel a little shunned by my sister. Turning around the body looking towards my left side I accidentally saw my father standing with the plastic wrap he was holding tightly.

"Ana." I pulled my sister's arm with a gaze that was still looking towards my father.

My father was grappling with a crowd of people who were shopping as well. Looks jostled want to squat while choosing vegetables that are located.

My frail father seemed to want to fall down due to the encouragement of some busy buyers want to leave immediately because of the thick cloud covering the earth.

"What's up, brother?" ask sister.

"Ana, it's Dad." I pointed with a gaze still towards the vegetable seller.

"Dad! Where's Sis?" ask my sister curious.

"That!" Point at me by swinging my index finger into the air.

My sister moved closer to me. Where's Sis?" ask sister.

Instantly my sister followed the direction of my index finger moving in the air pointing at my father.

With a slow voice. "Yes Brother. That's Dad" my sister said.

"Let's go down, yuk!" invite me to hurry.

"Sister, it's too dense. Later Brother is missing," my sister cetus reflex.

"Ana, why do you pray that Brother is missing?" I grumbled to see my sister ask in annoyance.

"Ups! Hehe!" Brother grinned. "Sorry Brother." My sister immediately held her ears as a sign that she was guilty.

Baugh's!

I jumped from the top of the rickshaw to my father.

"Kaaak," cried my brother from above.

I who had walked around turned a little head looked at my sister. "Sister, watch out Big Brother is missing," repeated my sister once again. "...and watch out too, Brother's friend saw Big Brother, that Tania!" my brother's screams back from the top of the rickshaw.

Half a step forward toward my father stopped. Turning the body back to walk to the back exactly where my sister is now.

"Ana, they won't be here!" my toilet stands in front of my sister.

"I'm just reminding Brother" continued my sister calmly.

"Thank you." I turned back to see my father.

I am confused between being embarrassed and not. However, it is not possible for me to be rude to my father and I should be fine because my father is a hero to 'me. No one can replace my father, let alone have to stay away from his shortcomings.

My dad is my parents the only one left at the moment. After my mother's departure she had become a mother to me and had sacrificed much for me as well.

His efforts in fighting for and raising us were not payable for anything, let alone from the words of a child who did not deserve to be heard.

"Dad." I approached my father.

"Liyan, why come here, son," my father gently rebuked. Turned towards me.

"What else is this dad?" manya.

"Father again bought some vegetables" my father replied while choosing a nice vegetable.

"Dad, but we don't like to eat vegetables." I followed my father walking there to here.

The tired face of my father who had aged half. "But your mother, she likes vegetables" said my father.

I was momentarily silent. Standing by to see my father who was too attentive. "...and you also have to learn to eat vegetables" added my father.

I kept quiet and accompanied my busy father. The noise from the multifaceted vehicles buzzed to the ears so that diluting this step to continue. "Dad, let's just go home" I urged.

"Please a minute, son. I paid for this vegetable first." My father reached into his pocket and took the money .

I'm the one stepping back. Waiting for my father to come out of the crowd. Keep looking at the darkening clouds and look at my brother who is now sitting on a rickshaw.

The rickshaw that was on the corner of the road still stood in the middle of the vehicle parked tightly. Lulu tares from the pedestrians look crowded still crowded the merchants who peddle the merchandise.

"Sister." I saw the movement of my sister's lips when half my head turned to look at her. The gesture from my sister's hand movements looked as if she was asking, when is it coming home?

I who know it only answer by raising a little shoulder as a signal I do not know.

My sister's face pouted in annoyance. I just concluded a faint smile seeing her who was already sultry.

While my father looks so desperate to carry his groceries. His already frail body was as if claustrophobic out of the crowd of buyers with the plastic package he carried.

I could not bear to see my father who was helpless. "Dad, I'll help Dad." I reached out for help taking some of the groceries out of my father's hand.

"Son, this is heavy," said my father, continuing to defend himself in the crowd.

The kreeek!

I crammed to the point of wanting to slam. "Ayaaah" I cried.

The dense crowd seemed to make me more and more immersed. My small body makes me unable to hold those who are big. I'm getting caught between the big guys. My small feet are now being trampled firmly by the big-bodied mothers.

"Huhuhuhuhu!" The sound of crying was immediately out in the middle of the crowd which made me even more shocked. I can't see straight ahead. Looking at the swinging hand right in front of me. I still looked down at my feet that were stepping. Suddenly surprised to see it. "Liyan, let's hurry, son!" My father's voice softly rang out and stood before me.

"Dad," I murmured softly with two teary eyes looking at my father.

It felt like I could not live anymore so the trauma haunted me and made me silent like a person who had just experienced a bad event.

"Dad I'm afraid," I said in a bitter voice while fighting my fear.

"Dad said it. Just wait on the rickshaw." My father was so sad to see me. "It's a good thing you're not missing" my father said.

"Good boy!" pinta. While raising me on the rickshaw. "Have Son. No one lives anymore, right?" My father immediately pushed the rickshaw out of the parking lot.

Not long after I got on the rickshaw. My father also pedaled his rickshaw hard.

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