The Struggle of a Child
My father's rant part 2
"Yes, is that for sure?!" My sister immediately said it confidently after hearing my father's scream calling.
"Liyan!" The sound of my father's footsteps grew closer and closer.
My ears that heard it widened and stood guard from my father's long screech. I took my steps to the well. "DWell... ." I put soap to call my sister.
"Yes, Brother, I called Brother. Aye, right?" I turned my body to see my sister ask me again as if to clarify my hearing.
"Yes, sister" replied my sister raising her head to look at me.
If my father finds out the truth, then I'm finished. My father who always made a deal with me about my sister made me worry even more. Cold water soaks this hand so it becomes a powerful therapeutic remedy to eliminate the worry that begs in the depths of this heart.
The water that rose above the surface of the bucket that filled the surroundings pulled my face that was visible above the surface of the water. Very sweet with a smile that makes the eyes widen with a bright gaze.
The sound of birds flying in the air seemed to tell about the beauty of space that has been flooded by rain water that flushes a sad heart and brings all the complaints that inhabit this soul.
The dirty hoodie pants now disperse the intrusive wishful thinking with tranquility. I who had finished with my sweet-looking face in the water was finished and stood up and opened my dirty hoodie pants .
Yoke! Yoke! Yoke!
The sound of footsteps with a bang on both ears shook me instantly and turned the two eyeballs looking at the bathroom wall. It was like seeing my father standing looking at me.
"Ana," I called out.
"Yes, sister" said my sister from the outside. "... Why Sis?" ask my sister from behind the bathroom wall. His voice sounded as if my sister was approaching the wall.
"Did Dad see us?" I asked while taking water and flushing my tiny body.
"No, replied my sister directly.
"Ana, please look around Dad, yes!" I implore mercifully that my hard-to-conquer brother will be on guard from my father's impending rampage.
"If I can," replied my sister. "If not, I'm sorry, Brother, I am, I'm sorry" greeted my sister from the outside calmly.
"Ana, don't joke. If you'd known and seen. We'll both be punished" I said, cleaning both my legs.
I haven't calmed down yet. Panic still enveloped my entire instincts after hearing my father's voice calling my name.
A lot of water that should be used to flush this body I immediately left. I opened the bathroom door without opening my hoodie.
Jeglex!
The sound of the door being heard loudly. The right hand that held the door leaf and the right foot that stepped over had welcomed the yard that was half wanting to dry.
"Ana, let's go back now!" take me out of the bathroom.
"Hhhh!" My sister was immediately aghast and widened both eyeballs. "...we're back now... ?!" My sister asked in astonishment.
"Gee!" answer nodded.
"...but I'm still dirty, brother," said my sister looking at me wide and occasionally staring at her hoodie pants.
"But Father is awake" I said with great emphasis.
"But Brother, we've come here." My sister was disappointed with my sudden attitude of wanting to return soon.
"Ana, after all, it's dark" I said, holding soap and a towel.
"Liyan," call my father.
My father's voice echoing in the air sounded like from a different direction. My reflex turned my head looking towards the source of the sound that was heard, it did not seem to be from the front of the door. My father's voice that was heard earlier is now back again.
"Dad," I murmured slowly as I walked. Turn your head suddenly. "Ups!" I flinched as if this tiny body was slammed into the ground. I got more worried after seeing me and my dad see each other. My father, who was standing in front of the window, watched. His face looked very tight and he closed his mouth and bit his molars firmly.
"...wherever you have been" my father shouted loudly from the window. Stand up sharply.
I immediately fell silent with the cloud still moving. I started counting every step I took. My father's loud screaming voice called out even more and spurred my footsteps in a loud manner.
"Liyan, from wherever you are!" snapped my father, who was standing, was waiting at the kitchen door.
My right leg that wanted to enter came to a halt right in front of the kitchen door. My father's gripping voice seemed to slam this head to look straight ahead.
"Dad's been saying that from now on" my father explained in a high tone of voice.
"... When you're done... ." My father kept his tone still for a moment. "...don't play in the rain" said my father, who was upset to see us. "... Why else with your clothes on, huh? Let's see." My father stood up while folding both his hands over his chest.
My feet that were on the other side were forced to go in, so I retreated back after seeing the tip of my father's foot and his shrill voice.
"How many times have you said, Liyan! Don't play with rain. You just healed!" My dad was getting so hard that he was stewing in his new sanu.
"D-l-aya... ." I'm so hard about opening this mouth. My two wry eyes stared at the dirt I stepped on.
"Don't try to find an excuse, Liyan! You're the longer you are, the smarter you'll find excuses" my father's son still stands.
Me and my sister who heard it were gripping. Highlight the eyes of the two of us also met each other with the head still down.
"It's only been a week that you've been cured, Liyan. It's been how dare you play in the rain and play muddy," my father's hardened who had let go of the folds of his hand . "...It can be up to that hour the clothes of both of you! What are you guys playing, huh?" My father was curious and asked enthusiastically. "Who was it that was playing with the rain?" I am searching for my father with a thousand questions.
The frown that came out of my father's mouth grew longer and more gripping the cloudy atmosphere this afternoon. The words that come out endlessly are getting more and more freely into this soul.
"...I'm glad to see you healed, son!" my father said in a slightly disappointed tone of voice. "...but you don't!" my father's toilet directly.
No sound came out of my mouth and my brother. We are here listening only to those sharp and loud strings of words. Soap and towels I can no longer put and hang to the ground and to the clothesline I was surprised by what happened.
"It's almost 17:15 WIB you are still wet like this ! Huh!" My father immediately shook his head with full annoyance. "...want you guys not to play rain anymore, huh?!" asked my father to himself in a flat tone of voice. Go awayl.
After my father twisted his body with his chatter that did not escape disappeared from our ears. Forced to turn this head to look at my sister until my sister and I met a look with a worried face.
"Daddy doesn't like to see you guys that don't want to hear, what do you say?" my father's lips. Walk steadily out and stand right in front of the door looking into the courtyard.
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