The Struggle of a Child
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"You're the good guys" they shouted leaving us with Andrini.
I who swept the scattered flower petals stood staring at those who had drifted away leaving me and my sister.
The glare of my eyes was so fixed on those who were running with joyful laughter.
"Sister, hurry! The trash is on the broom!" my sister urged me.
I immediately turned my eyes away from them and went back to see the trash scattered on the ground . I then swept it clean.
"Sister, when we told Dad not to come out" my brother said, citing wet garbage. Then not how long did my brother raise my head to see me and I saw him too.
"So, you're scared, that Dad's out scolding us." Look at my sister who is crouching on the ground.
"Mmm," said my sister nodding with her slightly adorable conical lips.
I'm still sweeping. "Ana, Daddy's still asleep" I said looking at my sister as she swept.
"Sister, but I'm still scared too." My sister who saw me then dropped her gaze back to look at the ground.
My sister has a point too. When my father saw that we were out playing in the rain, he would be furious. I who kept sweeping looked at my sister who was engrossed with her trash quote. Increasingly opening my mind wide drifted to my father who gave us a hard ban to play.
The more trash I continue to wash clean and the wind that blows the more cold feels penetrated my skin that has been wrapped in a thick hoodie. The breeze that blows more and more gushed on my face and made my hair fall apart.
My brother who was afraid of the ultimatum my father rushed over quickly while walking squatting quoting the trash. The wet leaves wetter my pants until my feet feel cold. The ground that I sweep is now stuck in my sandals so that the footprint of my sandals gets heavier I lift.
The page that was doused in rain also looks watery soaking the ground to swim. I was so overwhelmed and it was so hard to sweep it.
"Let's! So, you're afraid that I'll see us here!" I said turning the body sweeping the courtyard closer to my sister.
"Yes Brother." Look at my sister with her frightened eyes. "Sister, you said that we can't go out." My sister looked up at me with a sad face.
I immediately stopped my sweep and remembered what my father had said. "Yes, Brother. Youre right. Dad forbade us not to come out." I stood a little away from my sister looking at her and looked back at the ground.
"Then, sister, how?" ask my sister to find a way out of me.
I am getting confused and confused. I didn't know I had to do anything else. My hoodie clothes were also dirty and wet. As a result, I panicked more and more and dragged this leg languidly sweeping the courtyard back.
The handkerchief I dragged to clean the yard now doesn't feel like it's almost done. The rubbish that was scattered was now washed clean and partly quoted by my brother and I as well. Every now and then I drop my body half in the air picking up trash that is very difficult to sweep.
"Sister, especially if Brother's beloved mother sees us standing and playing here!" my sister recalled with our abusive extended mother. "... if he sees us, his voice will surely shout loudly to scold us both, Brother," said my sister who felt anxious and worried.
Suddenly I who swept it stopped after hearing it then took a deep breath and then exhaled violently while stalling the great panic in my head.
Reflex with a moment I turned a little body looking at my sister who had been standing while holding the trash in her hand. "Ana, don't frighten you!" I said softly standing up while holding a broom.
"I'm the same, brother. I also don't want to be afraid, especially the same as Brother's beloved Mother!" rintih.
I then swept back. "...then we must quickly resolve this. To be strong not to be caught out of the house," in a bitter tone of voice I said it to my sister.
"I agree, Brother," replied my sister loudly. My sister landed her hand in the trash. I also swept the courtyard more and more without turning my head and watching the road, let alone my sister who was with me.
Srek ! The srek! The srek!
The sound of the broom I was dragging was getting louder. The trash that was sticky on the wet ground I occasionally took it with my hand and threw it into the dry ground.
"Sister, I went there first, yeah!" my sister shouted running .
"Yes," I replied as I continued my sweep.
"Ooooh! So, it turns out you two are here, huh?" I screamed my mother and asked her high. "It's still raining! You're out, yeah!" it's getting louder.
I who slightly finished my sweep stopped it instantly and turned both eyeballs glancing at the ground. Scratch and clash the loud voice now stopped by with a flash.
"Liyan, Ana.quick in! Don't you see me still there!" my mother shouted as I stood upright at the door. Highlight his sharp eyes and glare while swinging both his hands around his waist. "Otherwise, Liyan, Ana.you didn't hear what I told you!" mom screams me out loud.
I who froze like I was covered in ice twisted both eyes wide staring at my sister. It was as if I was beckoning with the look of my eyes that were staring at my sister with a vexed face asking for help.
My sister who was standing right in the corridor of the house that intersected with where my mother was standing just silently silent, like a statue. He who basically often makes a sound but now does not even open his mouth.
My sister just kept quiet and fought with herself. His flat face now looks tight while squeezing the end of his hoodie firmly. His gaze looked down.
Seeing my brother who was pecking. I immediately walked down while dragging the broomstick I was holding.
"You two are brave now, yes!" My contact mother is attacking more and more fully. "...in order to take a nap. It even ran out," she said with a glance of the eyes that followed my steps.
Today was a very bad day for me and my sister. The rain that had become a joyful laughter was now a disaster for both of us.
"Try seeing! That page is full of rubbish! Yeah, right?" attack my connecting mother getting stronger asking us as if she did not know it with great emphasis. "The child who should be an example to his sister. This is teaching the no - no!" the hardship glared at me.
I kept quiet carrying a big broom. The ramblings of my mother who attacked my steps no longer concern me. I now care only for myself from the rampage of my father and also my sister who stands in fear, like a statue.
I put the broom. "Ana, you're not crying, are you?" I asked jahil to tease my sister.
"Sister, don't say anything anymore. I've been standing here a long time!" said my sister with a crumpled face.
"Let's go in!" bring my mother to contact me.
I put the broom and leaned it against the wall. "Ba-well Mom," I replied in a soft tone of voice while looking at my feet.
"Good, good, good!" My mother hooked me up repeating my words with a heated annoyance.
I who have arrived now stand in the corridor of our house. Just standing next to my sister while looking down. "Ana, this is all because of you," I said.
"Where is it because of me, brother," my sister's pretext directly defended herself.
"You are!" I immediately looked at my sister furiously while biting both my molars firmly.
My mother connected me who had walked first with strong steps stopped. "Liyan, Anna!" call him.
My sister and I are still fighting. "Yes this is not because of me, brother," between my sister closed both her eyeballs from me.
"City.. ." I fell silent after hearing my mother call us.
"Liyan, you're not in yet!" My mother turned her body towards us.
My sister and I walked in in thick, dirty hoodie clothes. "Ana, this is all because of you! Brother's clothes are dirty" I said. Walk in and stare at my hoodie mixed with the ground a little.
"It's not my fault, Brother," said my sister in a spoiled tone of voice.
"Don't fight!" My mother looked at me with cold eyes. "Your father will soon wake up" he said as he walked dragging both feet.
My sister and I followed my mother with a gontai. We walked hand in hand even though we were in a fight.
"If you ask who asked you out... ." I immediately glanced at my sister.
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