The Struggle of a Child
Raining

"Did your leg hurt, son?" ask my father while pedaling his pedal.

I am still traumatized considering the crowd that hit me earlier. Sitting while folding hands holding both knees.

"Dad, Brother, why ?" ask my sister in astonishment.

The crush that hit me earlier left a deep trauma now. The tightly locked mouth further bit my teeth strongly.

The ruffian that my father had paddled the silent streets was traveling at a moderate pace. My father who brought his tricycles is now racing against time so that the rain that will soon fall will not fall on us. My father who had been used to wading through the heat of the sun and rainstorms seemed not to make this a problem that he should avoid. However, because my father saw us, his two little daughters he was forced to race quickly in a crowded crowd of vehicles.

I who was still sitting while groaning in pain because of the pressure that hit my tiny body was no longer paying attention to the condition of my father who was pedaling his pedal.

There was the sound of a crunching noise settling inside onto my backrest. That voice was none other than the voice of my sister singing cheerfully over the speeding rickshaw. Tik, tik, tik the sound of rain.The sound of singing melted in the air that blew in the middle of the speeding vehicle was heard in my consciousness and echoed in the vast empty air.

Along the way the sound of singing was still heard echoing in my ears. I who was still grappling with the emotional sadness pulled a little lip and a slightly happy facial expression heard the song sung by my sister that sounded a little filling the vast empty air.

From behind a gust of wind I heard my father's voice clad in his gaze. "Son, are you hungry?" asked my father who was worried about us while paddling his pedal to keep going.

"Dad, I was hungry, actually" my sister whispered as she looked at my father's tired face. My sister's face held back a little hunger. I saw him a little to the side so concerned.

I who still survive see the face of my sister who has been starving say it. "Dad, the road is crowded." I opened my mouth softly to my father. A bitter tone of voice endured the pain of the crowd earlier. "Ana, it's starving, Dad," I said. Seeing my brother with sadness.

"Yes Nak! Hence, Dad slowly pedaled his rickshaw so we wouldn't get hit" continued my father who was sitting at the wheel. "Dad knows you're hungry. But I can't go fast" my father said. "... because people also walk a lot" said my father in a voice wrapped in a strong gust of wind.

"Then we can get rained on, Dad," my sister said.

I who saw my brother and my father reflexively raised my head looked up at the sky. "But the clouds are the streets" I said with astonishment because I saw today the first time the clouds could walk.

"Walking, Brother?!" My sister immediately looked up at the sky. "Sir, why are you walking?" ask my sister astonished.

"Maybe the clouds are following us" answered me who did not understand about it.

"Did he also get to our house, brother?" ask my sister to want to know.

"If he walks?!" I look at the clouds and think. "I think yes, the clouds will follow us all the way home" I replied innocently as a child.

"Haha!" My sister laughed as if she felt funny with my answer.

"Why are you laughing?" my many. "Something funny, huh?" I lowered my gaze looking towards my sister asking.

"Sister, I imagine that the crew is coming to our house. Where did it come from?"My sister thought as she looked at the clouds asking me. He also looks still pulling his lips staring at the clouds a little sumringah.

I am still childish to answer. "The employees will disappear" I explained spontaneously.

"Can it disappear, brother?" asked my sister again thinking of turning her head to look at me with a breath.

The ride on the rickshaw we still enjoyed it with pleasure. The small laughter of a child was increasingly heard echoing in the vast empty air. The quiet streets continued through my father looking as if, like, settling down.

Dark clouds that cover a part of the bright earth accompany our way to the house so that the wind was not realized to have blown the rain down with specks.

The mat! The mat! The mat!

A speck of rain fell on my hand and my sister clung to her silence. I saw it coming from the dense darkness of the air. A narrow street where only dark air is trapped inside. Not a thick vehicle smoke, also open a water flush that removes the puff of smoke that envelops the surroundings.

My father sidestepped his rickshaw and stopped. Take rain clothes and wear them. My father later

pedaling his pedal increasingly fast to swallow from the crowd of people who crowded the road. The rain fell so happily welcomed by me and my sister. Where, we who have never played the rain for a long time. Therefore, the rain this afternoon pleased both of us.

In other words, my sister and I did not want to get out of the rickshaw we were riding. We still want to linger so that our bodies are drenched in rainwater.

"Hujaaaannn!" yells me and my sister are heard echoing in the dara that splashed rain water.

The voice sounded a little blurry because of the wind and rain falling. The two of us who were sitting were standing up. In addition, I did not forget to hide my bag inside a thick plastic sheeting so as not to get wet in the rain. I also did not forget to put the groceries my father had bought in the plastic tarp where my bag had been stored.

"Ana, your bag put it here!" I proposed to my happy sister.

"Is my big brother's bag there?" My sister turned her head and stood right in front of me.

"Yes, that...!" I pointed at the bag I had hidden. Lifting tarps.

My sister immediately took the bag and put it where I told her to. The rain that soaked the earth and also soaked the body of my father who was pedaling the rickshaw. Come down with a rush.

In the deserted streets wet with rain falling down with a torrential wetting of the earth. My father seems to have slightly reduced the speed of his rickshaw that has reached the front of the house. The rickshaw he had been paddling had now stopped. We also deserve to go down from the top of the rickshaw that brought us home.

The rain that hit us did not stop. My father who was wearing raincoat clothes fell down and took the groceries that had been purchased at the market.

"Hurry down, son!" My dad opened a wide plastic tarp. "...you'll be sick." My dad took the groceries.

"Dad, we're strong today." I'm happy to say it.

"Liyan, you're cured. If you get sick again, I'll be hard, son!" my father's light walked. Taking groceries.

My father, who ran to our door, opened the rain. The groceries he brought placed in the corner of the wall exactly not far from the door.

I am very happy to welcome the rain that is pouring down upon this body. Fucking after hearing my dad tell me to stop. I am so sad to hear it. The rare rain I can enjoy now I have to leave.

Behind the heavy rain. I stood looking at the drops that were descending in a regular manner. Behind the rain my smile was immediately engraved beautifully to see the jump of my sister who played with a puddle of water.

The smile engraved behind the rainwater was seen faintly staring at my sister who was shouting with joy. The zinc roof that sounded from the rain spatter dragged my feet slowly to stand under it. My torn shoes are now getting wider. Rain water goes directly into the shoes and soaks the socks.

It felt like my feet were so cold and pale because of the rain water that soaked my shoes. I immediately ran to the house to shelter while opening the socks that had been wet.

While I'm the one who's focused on drying my wet feet just looking at him from behind the rain. The floor of the house was wet from my father's footprints and I made me want to slip.

"Aauugh!" my screams held my feet so I wouldn't fall to the floor.

The wet shoes now I put on the edge right standing upright leaning against the wall. My wet clothes I also squeeze even though they are still in use.

Slowly I walked to get a towel. A face that has been wet. Then I turned around and walked into the room and changed my wet clothes. I stared at the open window. I walked and stood staring at the rain that fell as if I was flying with raindrops. In front of the window I who stood up while shiny hair was still staring pus out fixedly. The guava tree that we often use to shelter and play and draw in memory of my mother looks wet and falling.

The yard is now filled with rubbish leaves and guava flowers scattered. The rain that still soaks the earth has not yet subsided. The ground my sister used to draw my mother's face looked wet and muddy.

While my brother's screams still echoed and splashes of rain water were heard clucking by his two legs running around while playing rainwater. His laughter is now adorning the torrential rain.

"Sister" said my sister from the outside right in front of the window.

Missus!

He sprinkled rain water with his fingers right on my dry face.

"Yes!" my screams from the front of the window while brushing my face away from her right to the right.

"Haha! Brother, it's good rain!" my sister shouted while running cheerfully. Concluding laughter at me with the school uniform she was still wearing.

I who hear and see in the midst of the torrential rain can only laugh in my heart and stare at him from behind the falling rain.

Even my wet clothes I put in the dirty clothes. Looking at my happy sister I also felt that joy too.

The shiny towel on my face was now on the side just above my left bed.

"Yeahyaan!" my father's scream from the kitchen was heard loudly calling my name.

"Yes, Dad." I went straight to my father. "What's up, Dad?" my many. Stand up straight with clothes that have been changed.

"Give this towel to your sister!" pinta my father swung it right in front of me.

"Have your brother burn his body dry" my father explained to me.

"Good Dad." I took the towel and gave it to my sister.

I immediately turned my steps toward my sister who was standing right at the door.

"Ana, here's the towel." I gave the towel to my sister. "Say Dad, wither it dry." I looked at him and retreated backwards.

Jeglex!

My sister pushed the door hard until it crashed hard into the wall.

"Yesoo!" my screams. Gawking.

"Sister, I'm sorry I'm cold." My sister was shaking. "...My clothes are still wet. I have to replace it now, brother." Refuse my sister to shift my body.

"Don't forget! The floor mop will dry up" I ordered gently.

"I can mop the floor, brother. I'm a kid." My sister saw me from the door of the room let out a bit of her head.

"Ana, it's not wet on the floor" I said. Look at the wet floor from the door to the room.

The wet floor from the rain that soaked all my clothes and my sister now wet the entire road that we went through.

It was cold because of the rain. Not a single child came out to play. The shivering me was forced to wear thick clothes.

Long sleeved shirts that are rarely used now look sweet when I wear them. This pink hoodie suit shirt spoils me so much when I see it. This uniform finally came out and we wore it.

This sweet hoodie suit my dad bought was similar to my sister's. That's why when my sister and I wear them, people often assume that my sister and I are twins.

After this sweet hoodie with hello kitty, we have now worn it. My sister and I look cute and cute.

"Sister, our clothes are the same" my sister said as she looked at her clothes.

"Hehehe, yes." I immediately grinned.

I stood with my sister in front of the window to see the rain that had not yet subsided. The rain dripping down on the earth was very pleasing to me when I looked at him. I swung my little arm out of the window and felt the raindrops hitting my finger.

So happy my heart and smiling happily. I can't play with the rain for long. But I can still feel the rint.

My sister who was standing right beside me also did as I did. "Sir, the rain is still heavy." My sister was playing with rain water with her fingers.

"Yes, but you're delicious. I don't forbid you to play in the rain" I said slowly. Glanced at my sister who was standing next to me.

My sister now only hears and does not answer. He still enjoyed playing with the splashing rain.

"But Brother still wants to play in the rain" I said in a soft tone of voice while flicking the rainwater with my fingers.

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