The Struggle of a Child
After the rain has stopped

It was not long before we stood in front of the window. I heard a voice coming into the house.

"Assalamualaikum," said a voice from outside.

Me and my sister who were standing in front of the window were staring out enjoying the rain and approaching the source of the sound coming from outside.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," I replied with a spoiled tone of voice running to the door wanting to immediately know the voice. Whose voice?

"Mom" answered the one who missed him.

My sister who was following from behind stood at the side staring at my mother who entered fixedly. "Sister, Brother's beloved mother where did it come from ?" whispered my sister in my ear. "Why not get wet? Though, right, the rain is heavy?" My sister was standing in her hoodie outfit which was not much different from my hoodie.

"DWell... ."I immediately turned my head to look at the kitchen.

"Who, Son?" asked my father to stand looking in the direction we were looking.

My friend stared anxiously. My new-looking mother came from outside. He entered quietly without carrying the burden of guilt.

"Where have you been? Why did the clock just come home ?" asked my father who was looking at her without turning a single turn.

"I was from my friend's house" he replied calmly.

My father was silent for a moment when he heard that answer. My dad can't seem to do anything anymore. The tired face was also twisted with a headband as if my father had run out of sense to face my mother.

"Why are you shaking?" ask my contact mother.

My father just kept quiet turning his steps while doing his kitchen work. I stood watching them. Seeing my father and mother join us who walked into the room while squeezing my fingers.

"... if I have to stay in this house continuously. Maybe my mind is getting more stressed," my mom said. "This house is empty. There's nothing. Not even the TV is home!" my mother said a little loudly.

My father immediately stopped what he was holding and turned his head slightly to the left. I saw my father as if enjoying what my mother told me. There was not the slightest reply coming out of my father's mouth to attack my mother.

"Whatever I can stand still in this small house" my mother choked me from the room. "I've had enough days to keep living here. Nothing I got, either" she said. "...besides work, work and work, cih." My mother-in-law is getting more and more vocal.

My sister and I hugged each other tightly because they heard loud talk coming out of my mother's mouth. "Sister, I'm scared." My sister hugged me tightly. Seeing me. "...Is Brother not afraid ?" ask my astonished sister to see me still standing.

"Ana, Brother is also afraid," I said in a tone of voice I held back to hold back my fear.

"Keep, why is Brother still standing here?" My sister saw me back asking curiously.

"Sister, hungry, Sister," I replied with a parched face.

My sister reflexively let go of her embrace and looked at me deeply. "Sister, hungry, huh?" ask my sister with a wit. He felt sorry to hear it. "Sister, are you done cooking?" tanyanya back. Walking into the kitchen pulled my arm over to my father.

"Dad, we're hungry." My brother called my father.

"Father's son is hungry, it turns out! Now sit down, boy! I'll get you your food." My father took the plate and placed it in front of us.

"Yummy." My sister and I ate my dad's cooking.

Creesek!

The sound of the room curtain was heard violently opened. I who bribed the rice instantly came to a halt in mid-air with my mouth half-opened. I also glanced at him from the tail of the eye.

My mother-in-law was standing right in front of the door. He keenly looked at us sitting on the floor enjoying the food. His cruel face was sharp as if he wanted to pounce on us. The eyes that did not blink even widened like they wanted to come out.

I who was looking from the tail of the eyes slowly stared straight at the plate that lay before me. My sister who was sitting together with me stuffed rice into her mouth quickly. Without looking over and thinking my sister swiftly spent everything without remaining a bit.

The water that was located nearby immediately grabbed him by hurrying and drinking it like a person being chased by something so he choked.

Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!

He coughed hard and his face turned red like a boiled crab. I who was sitting right next to him turned my head and saw him choking with pain.

"Ana, slow down, sister! Don't be in a hurry," I rebuked in a soft tone of voice in my sister's ear.

My sister who occasionally beckoned at me with a glance of her eyes turned towards my mother.

I understood it for a moment. "Ana, don't be afraid! Mother will not scold us" I said with complete confidence.

"But I'm afraid, brother," replied my sister who was ready to wash her hands.

"...until you cough again who ate it, right?" ask my mother harshly. Gawking.

The nervous me was getting more panicked to hear and see it. I slowly bribed the rice so that I could finish eating the same as my sister. In the midst of my retreat I took the time to spend the rice and drinking water that was available in front of me.

My contact mother who has not yet left our place. It made me ask a little in my heart with a scream that filled the room of the heart. The longer my mother was with me the more she wanted to linger because she found out that my father had gone to the well to bathe and take ablution.

The rain that had befallen my father made him immediately take a quick shower after finishing preparing lunch and feeding us.

Me and my sister who had finished eating did not dare to wake up because our mother continued to guard in our midst. He was like a security guarding his young master from the bad guys.

His loud voice clad in the walls of the house that was slightly buzzing made it sound as if out of the house. Those harsh, harsh tones severely tore us mentally as a child.

I want to escape immediately. Glanced at him carefully. However, because of my limited movement made me sit back and lament fate.

"Sister." called my sister swinging her hand on my shoulder. "... I didn't see you, brother?" ask my sister while turning her eyes to and fro.

"If Dad were here, would we be able to get out of here?!" I said firmly.

"Well anyway," interrupted my sister. "... Dad now, don't you, love him already" chirped my sister a little harshly.

"Sttt ! Ana can't talk like that!" my reprimand forbids my sister. "... later we sin, brother," I glanced at my brother who was sitting next to me staring blankly.

"So much, don't know" my sister said.

"No, Sister. Dad also told us to be polite to anyone," I advised my sister.

"Sister, but Brother's beloved mother is too evil" chirped my sister blaming me.

"Sttt !" I looked at my sister, closing her mouth.

My mother who was still standing looked at us forcing me to act like I was fine and there was no fear. In addition, I must also be able to protect my sister from the anger of my mother who has overflowing due to my father who sometimes loves us.

"So your father's here!" My contact mother suddenly remembered and turned her gaze back and forth looking for my father who was already invisible.... Now where is he?" My mother asked us by sniffing.

My sister and I were getting scared to see her eyes glaring at us. "Sister, let's go in!" my sister's screams whining me over.

I was getting angry and panicked. The plate that I wanted to send to the kitchen is still clearly visible and already in the crowd of flies. "A little while, Brother! I'm still here standing." I raised my head slightly glancing slowly.

The rain that had subsided seemed to bring all my happiness flying away soared into space. As the rain of joy disappeared, we lost a blink of an eye. The house that was adem ayem again echoed with loud and rough sounds roaring in the air of our small house.

The rain that was flying wishful thinking in my loneliness will present the figure of a mother now as if gripping themselves until rolled up, like in a swift wave crashing on land.

My sister and I who squeezed the fingers firmly held back the words that came out of my mother's mouth.

"Your father has not yet been seen." My mother walked.

My sister and I slowly woke up from sitting and followed my mother's feet, which were walking with my eyes.

My sister and I have calmed down from the shackles that bind and come off already. "Sir, we are now safe" I told my sister. I looked at my mother who was standing in the kitchen.

"Yes Brother. Brother's beloved mother has gone there," continued my sister confirmed. "Sister, now we have to deliver this plate!" My sister dropped half her body in the air taking out the plates and glasses.

"Yes, '" I looked at my mother while thinking. "...Anne... ." I saw my sister. "...Mom is standing there!" I still seem scared.

"It's okay, Brother. There will be a father" said my sister in a calm tone.

"Have you eaten?" ask my dad to my mom. Sign in.

"God!" My mother grinned as if laughing at my father's question. "What do you want to eat?" ask my mother to connect me with ketus.

"Yes, eat rice" my father replied calmly.

"Your son has eaten!" my mother's roommate seemed to hate him.

My father immediately shut up and lowered his head as if he was resigned to his weak state. He also walked in with a sneak, like a thief. My father no longer wanted to talk, even looking back to see my mother again.

My father only focused on walking to perform Dzuhurnya prayer that has long been missed due to taking care of us his two daughters and preparing lunch for his small family.

My father with lethargy in the bend entered with a shunt road that he arranged to keep looking tough in front of us his two daughters.

Selihai maybe my father always hid something that attacked his heart with a flash. I, who was a child who was in elementary school, could already understand what my beloved father was going through.

I still have to be strong and strong like my father so that no tears and heartache are present in the middle of this very simple little family. All forms of good attacking looks from my friends, even my own contact mother because of this situation should not break my spirit.

I have to stand firm in front of my sister as well so that she doesn't hate my mother too much. As long as I may try to cover up everything from my sister, if my sister doesn't know it.

My father was strong and strong. He was the one who became my reinforcement so that I could survive under any conditions, like I was stricken with a disease that made my tiny body become weak and helpless. Survive in the middle of the big waves that hit.

My brother who stood still faithfully accompanied until now. Just looking at my father who was dusk. Sometimes my sister would run after my father. But I was as strong as possible to hold my sister's leg who wanted to run. "Ana, stay here! Let Dad pray and rest." I looked at my sister who was standing next to me.

"But Brother, I've never kissed you. Sis, Dad used to kiss me every time he came home from work." My sister is looking at me. "... but not since my dear mother was present." My sister lowered her head by bending her face.

I was so sad to hear what my sister said. My tears immediately dripped without me noticing on the floor I was stepping on right near the end of my foot.

The crystal was located without the slightest sin. I who saw it could not stem the cry so my tears fell to the floor.

My sister who is no longer getting the full affection of my father because my father chose to marry again makes her more aloof and selfish. I also feel more distant from my father who lately increasingly visible.

Even if it happens. However, I always got a warning from my father who always said the first child must be strong and should not give up before fighting. To provoke me not to be weak in the presence of anyone.

This is what rests my strength to stand straight when walking. No matter how many thorns I went through I had to keep going through it without even turning a little backwards to retreat.

My father who had passed with his prayers left my mother who casually attacked my father with a throw of spicy and harsh words so solemnly heard.

Me and my brother who were always both in any circumstance took the plates and glasses located on the floor and took them to the kitchen and put them in the bucket where my father used the place storing dirty dishes and glasses.

I who was standing with my sister in front of the bucket saw my mother who was upset with the grunts still tightening on her face.

"Liyan, it's good that dirty dishes and glasses!" mother's orders connect me with a clash that releases her frustration onto us.

While my sister is standing with me. I looked at my mother with pias. My little sister can sometimes be seen, like a wild animal when my father and I were hurt by my mother.

My little sister was also sometimes a guard for me in school when my two friends rebuked and bullied me.

I glanced at my sister as if I had understood her. "Ana, now we're taking a nap in the room, yuk!" invite me gently pull my sister's arm. Walked.

"No Brother! I'm not sleepy," replied my sister indifferently. "If you want to sleep, brother. Don't take me, "my sister's dream is like she's sulking with me.

"Why Ana?" my many.

"real Ana. Now go to bed, son! It's already noon and the rain has stopped, too" said my father who had been standing outside exactly in front of the bedroom door.

"Dad." called my brother running after my father. "... Why was Dad angry with her?" ask my brother wisely.

My father who had known the direction of my sister's question dropped his body looked at my sister softly . "Son, your mother did not scold Dad," replied my father gently.

My sister is too curious. "...but why did he talk so hard to you?" asked my sister in a soft and spoiled tone of voice.

As I walked I wanted to approach them both. "Dad, why is Dad so long from the well?" ask me to cut my sister's question.

"Dad drew water... ."My father immediately pulled my arm gently. "... to fill the empty buckets in the well," my father answered looking at me affectionately.

"Are there not many mosquitoes, Dad?" asked my sister with her spoiled face.

"Baanyaaak" answered my father like a child so that my brother and I would laugh.

"Haha !" My brother and I laughed and my father was so happy that he made his daughters laugh.

"Dad, Dad is like my friend" I chanted in front of my father.

"Your friend, son?" My father is happy. "...Which friend are you, son?" ask my father gently.

"Dad know no?! If I'm in school, I have a funny friend" I said.

"Who's Brother?" ask sister.

"Yes, what's the name of this lovely Dad's friend?" asked my father to tease me with his joke.

"The name is Solihin, Dad" I replied.

"Ooh, man," my father nodded. Stand up and pull our arms to sit over the edge right by my father's bedroom wall.

"Which sholihin is it, brother?" asked my sister while sitting on my father's lap. "...I just know Bang Fikri," added my sister.

"So, you boys and Dad are here again telling me." My mother stood up to fold both of her hands. "... what's the story?" ask my contact mother. Stand up.

"They were talking about their schoolmates" my father replied calmly. Seeing me and my sister with an outpouring of affection.

"That's just a children's story. The children's stories are just children who connect," my mother told me as if mocking my father.

I who was sitting on my sister's lap raised my head to look at my mother who spoke. "Mom, we're not kids anymore" I said with my innocent face.

My father still holds us. "Son, go to the room, yeah!" pinta my father gently. "... What time is it. Now it's time for you to take a nap, yes" my father lovingly told us to.

"Good Dad." I ran while pulling my brother's arm.

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