The Struggle of a Child
My father's rant
"... why did you ask like that?" My sister asked directly.
"Why do you wonder Ana?" ask me full of question marks. I saw my brother walking with me.
"I'm confused, brother," said my sister in a hearty tone. "...Father..if we are angry we will surely be silent," continued my sister reminiscing about my father who can no longer see the road perpendicular.
What my sister felt was also what I felt. As I passed the floor of the house and stared straight at it, I was always pictured with my father's face dancing in my memory. The look on my father's tired face immediately flashed with sadness. His voice was shrill, when scolding us I could not imagine.
"Ana, you're praying to God that Dad won't see us like this!" I asked my sister who was with me.
"Sister, why don't you just pray brother ?" My sister's lyrics were full of hope and threw the question at me. Refuse with subtle.
Hearing my sister's words, I immediately closed my eyes and lowered my head in shame because of my sister's correct speech. "Why not just the two of us? So that his prayers will be answered quickly," asked me to glance at my sister.
Suddenly my sister immediately grinned as if she was ogah to follow me. "Oh!" Throwing his gaze directly harshly.
"Let's clean up! No more seeing Mom, you dirty." My mother-in-law stopped right in front of the middle door and stood turning her body back to look at us.
My sister and I are still holding hands. Stay standing listening to my mother's chatter. Those of us who were still rolling with fear stared at each other.
"It's still Brother's beloved mother., ." whispered my sister in my ear with a subtle innuendo. Looking at the floor while muttering small with her endless movements of lips.
My sister is often upset made by my mother. I who looked down and listened to him felt uncomfortable as well. "Dad!" call me to look at my sister from the tail of my lowered eyes.
My sister turned to the right to see me. "Let's run from here!" I whispered softly glancing at my sister.
"Betaka!" my brother shouted softly in my ear. "...don't try to escape!" ban my sister as if she was holding me here.
My mother accompanied us to the front door of the kitchen. "Now you clean up and don't forget! Your clothes are neatly arranged to where your clothes are dirty !" my mother's proposal to turn my body around to walk away from us. "... Remember not for long!" he continued, turning his back on us. "...later if you guys are long. You guys can get sick !" filled with full affirmation.
"Good Mom! We'll clean ourselves up" I replied in a soft tone of voice as I watched my mother walk.
"Sister, I'm tired of standing," my sister's whine rubbed my arm.
Spontaneously I immediately twisted the look in the eyes looking at my sister's face saying that. I was so sad and amused to see him show me his sorrow.
"Damahi !" An amused laugh tickled my heart now. The sister who had been fierce, now suddenly weakened just because the rain slightly subsided soaked my hoodie and hoodie.
At first glance my sister wants to immediately invite me to quickly move from where we are currently standing. As clear as crystal my sister's eyes stared at the wall of our house that was chafing with nanar.
Even these glassy eyes I turned around to look around the floor to see the footsteps of the father we feared. The silent floor also seemed to tell me that my father had not stepped up until now.
"Come on, Brother! We'll go right now to the well to clean this up." I walked over pulling on my sister's arm that was holding her hoodie anxiously.
"We're leaving now, brother?" My sister looked at me question markingly. Hurry up quickly to get a towel and soap.
Uhuk ! Uhuk! Uhuk!
I was shocked and stopped looking at my sister. "Dad," I murmured slowly. I looked at my sister's face in panic.
I who have not played water for a long time straight stepped with a contortion and a bowed face. "Ana, I'm awake." I turned my head to look at my sister with anxiety.
"Why then, brother?" ask my sister with a sad look.
"When you see. We're not gonna make it," I said. Stand up tremblingly holding soap and towels.
After hearing that my sister was instantly manyuning not spirit. My brother and I knew that my father would never forgive us. If he finds out we're both playing in the rain. I was like a frozen statue looking down at the hoodie clothes I was still wearing. "Dik, this shirt is also dirty," I said in a sluggish tone of voice.
"Sister, don't remember that again. I was so, afraid to face Dad," my sister who walked to embrace me. "... Now, let's go to the well, brother!" My sister looked down and saw her right foot stepping.
The shadow of my father's face seemed to dance with the glare of his sharp eyes with all my sweat. I moaned in my heart that we would both be free from my father's grip when he woke up from his sleep.
I look at the road kindly. Pointing the legs to walk straight to the well that has been available a lot of water to clean our bodies.
"Let's hurry Ana!" I pulled my sister's arm up.
"Yes, I used to wear my sandals, brother." My sister looked at her feet and put on sandals that she half wanted to miss. "...Brother, I'll definitely see us." My sister glanced at me. "...Dad has a lot of eyes, brother. All this time I've always known that we've made mistakes."
"Yes, Brother is also astonished, Brother." I also think the same thing with my sister that all this time my father was always careful with our gestures.
My father never misses when he guesses what we did. Highlight his sharp eyes as if wandering in every corner of the room of this house, even it feels like my shadow is the shadow of my father.
This is what makes me sultry and bound when I want to step. "...Ana, therefore, we have to be quick so that Dad doesn't see us like this," I worried as I looked at my feet that were stepping on the flops of a cat's whiskers.
"Kakaak, don't make me any more agitated," my sister moaned as if depressed by the snapping that sounded in her ear.
"Yeahyaan!" my father shouted my name loudly roaring in the misty air.
The cloudy fog that hit the earth rotated as if it was following and leaving us. "Try my brother listen... ." My sister swung her hand in a gesture to tell me that my father had shouted. "...Father has never given us a little freedom, brother," my sister replied with great emphasis.
"Then be so fast, Brother." I pulled my brother's arm and ran so hard that the earth screamed at our feet.
"Yeah! Wait for me." Brother shouted.
"...later we slip. The road is slippery, brother," my sister stopped while wearing her sandals that wanted to escape.
"Eat him, the sandals are well worn, brother. So as not to escape," I chimed in annoyance.
I who stopped while holding the soap and towel pecked looked at my sister with annoyance myself. "...if this is the case, brother. You can come here and meet us" I snarled curiously turning my gaze in all directions.
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