The Struggle of a Child
Moon

"Now hurry in and change your clothes!" my father's orders standing at the door were still clingy looking at the courtyard.

"Y-yes, Dad," I answered stammeringly.

"Yes Dad" replied my sister as well.

My sister and I were immediately shocked to walk in. My father's standing body now covered the door. My sister and I walked through the open house.

"Ana, what are we wearing?" I felt like we were out of clothes.

"Wear any clothes, brother," greeted my sister with a flat face.

"But we don't have these cold clothes anymore" I looked back at my sister who was walking beside me.

"Sister, but we have our usual clothes." Brother said. Glanced at me while looking at the hoodie he was still wearing.

I who have been cold feel bad to hear the words of my sister who made it all, like a silly thing. "Ana, those clothes aren't the same as this one." I pointed at the clothes I was still wearing with both fingers.

"What's not the same, brother?" My sister turned her body towards the closet precisely located in the middle room . "...But this dress is beautiful too, Brother." My sister opened the closet and pointed at the neatly folded clothes.

I who was standing behind my sister turned my head slightly to the left looking at the clothes pointed at by her. The clothes that folded quite in the folds down I looked closely. The clothes are pretty too. I like to see it too. Clothes that have been stored for a long time.

My sister who was standing slowly pulled the shirt from her fold. "Sister, nah! This shirt. Gorgeous!" my sister said as she spread the shirt in front of me. Put the shirt in my hand.

Pajama clothes with the picture of the moon was quite sweet also disturbed my silence for a moment. I saw him a little. "That's his hand too." I'm holding. "...but... ." I looked down at my hoodie. "...not this thick," I said with a weld. "Sister doesn't like it very much because it's not as thick as we wear, Dik," I glanced at the two.

"Liyan, Anna! Why are you still standing there?" ask my father who is still standing at the door. My father saw us without blinking a single bit. I saw it from the tail of my eyes my father was so sultry after knowing it.

Clothes that are still dirty until now we still wear. Without getting tired my sister and I often see it and have not been willing to let go. This hoodie is a hoodie that my father bought a week ago as a gift to me from my father because I have recovered from my illness.

My dad if he buys me clothes. He must have bought it for my sister too. The beautiful pink hoodie and the picture of hello kitty is very sweet if we wear it to make me and my sister linger wearing it with a happy face. "Ana, I told you to replace it!" I raised the edge of my shirt and looked at him until now. I seemed not willing to let go until my face turned straight.

"But, Dad's seen us." My sister turned her glance slightly towards my father who was still standing while looking at us. "...I'm afraid that Dad's getting angry." My sister immediately picked up the clothes whispering in my ear and ran. Carrying clothes.

"Ana, wait for Brother!" my whisper yelled pulling a little bit of my sister's shirt until she stopped and brushed my arm off .

"Sister, the clothes will be torn," said my sister. Turning my body looking towards me.

"Wait for Brother that's why." I opened the closet and grabbed the clothes quickly.

My father who was still standing while looking at the corner of the courtyard sharply looked at us. I who was walking along with my sister attached my body to her instantly while walking down. The look that looks down and occasionally also looks up open as if full of worry about my father's anger that will overflow with its history.

Slowly this careless step I dragged to leave my father who was still watching the page closely.

"That's what rubbish is falling on that page...Liyan?" asked my father in silence for a moment to hold back his frustration turning his face towards me so that I stopped and reflexes were followed by my sister.

My nimble gaze looking straight ahead stopped for a moment. "Dad is rubbish... ."My lips are so weak to speak. Looking at the pushy mixed with anxiety. I squeezed the fingers while holding myself back to stand firmly before my father whispered in my sister's ear. "Ana, you're a good boy. Brother please, talk to Father, so that Father does not scold us anymore" I asked gently to my sister. Stand up and whisper quietly.

"I'm confused, brother. Where to start," replied my sister also slowly whispered. "Sister will know, if I'm not Dad's favorite son anymore," my sister explained.

"You're wrong Ana. You're still Dad's favorite son, really," I said. Whispering quietly removed my sister's doubt about my father's current attitude. If I see my father changed a little bit about my brother. My sister is no longer spoiled by my father. Not the same as before even my sister now gets a firm reprimand from my father.

Now I have to be a smart, clever, and good at twisting words so that my brother will save himself from my father. "Yes, Brother." I kept begging my sister. "Dad was just joking with you" I said. Staring at my sister who threw her eyes at me.

My sister who occasionally saw me and saw my father only gave a silent answer. The head that had been looking down only saw the floor suddenly stood up straight looking straight ahead. How mixed my heart is when I hear rejection from my sister.

"Ana, let's move on, talk to Daddy !" my insistence is with a sad face and a little sumringah that I cover from my father.

"Are you tired of standing up?" ask my mother who spoke suddenly. Disturbing the silence mixed with an empty view. My sister and I were immediately shocked and looked at each other. Both of us were clear as if we were not thinking.

My father who stood up and took a breath earlier had now thrown it away and immediately opened his voice after hearing my mother's question without turning to my mother. "Now you go there! Change your clothes!" my father's orders were firm. "...don't play around anymore!" cetus my father is less kind.

His twilight face is now increasingly tangled in appearance. I who stood up and dragged my feet slowly saw my father for a moment. My father looked so bent while swinging his legs then then threw his gaze violently. My father was very disappointed that his two daughters had dared to disobey his orders. My father was also very sad because we had a lot of sense to find a gap in order to get out of the house by sneaking around.

This may have made my father watch even more closely with us so that at all times he was always on guard, asking questions and worrying about us. This is not because of our health, but rather it is because of our cleverness that is good at stealing time to play out. This made my father even more depressed to see the behavior of his two clever daughters.

"Liyan, Iris. After this don't play out anymore" said my father forbidding us both.

"Your son, you believe me, heh!" My mother called me to look at us cynically. Grins. "... Your children are smarter than you now because they're already in school and your other child is too...!" My contact mother did not continue her words while looking at me with cynical eyes. Mother's words to me and the look in her eyes seemed to pressure me to make me unable to look straight ahead.

"...heard Liyan!" My father stared intently continuing his words back.

"Yes, Dad," I replied quietly.

"Don't play anymore and go straight into the room right now!" father's orders. Pointing to the room with his index finger.

My sister and I left my mom and dad. Slowly we dragged our feet with a shunt. "Ana, we haven't worn this shirt in a long time." I saw the clothes I was holding while walking.

"I took it, brother. So that today we wear," welcome my sister.

The room we entered welcomed us into a quiet room. The window that opened was now closed. "It must be cold tonight, brother?!" I locked the window tightly.

"Where do you know?" ask sister. Said from behind me.

I was momentarily silent. "From the wind," I replied slightly tickling my sister. Turning the eyeballs to the right glanced at my brother who was wearing clothes right behind me while checking the door.

"Damma!" My sister held back her gel laugh.

I who had finished closing the window then picked up the pajama shirt located. I also wear it and cover my tiny body that is cold due to the wet hoodie earlier.

I have also worn my pajamas. I too with a sigh saw the clothes I was wearing and the one my sister was wearing. "Ana, we're not cold anymore, are we?" I walked up to my sister with a big smile.

"Yes, sister" replied my sister briefly.

The pajamas I wore finally, made me happy and detached from my father's long and wide nagging. The cold wind that was blowing was getting colder. Dark clouds cover the bright earth. The rain that fell was gradually disappearing.

The time that kept turning was getting louder and louder. The clinking wall clock sounded to my ears. Evening has passed the night has arrived now. The cloudy cloud that was seen earlier storing rain has now turned into a bright cloud due to the moonlight.

The moon that shines on the clouds shines on the earth with light. Been seen, looking at me from behind the clouds. I who stood looking at the light from behind the window slit was very happy. Taste from the veil of my face that shone when I saw it.

I smiled as if I was watching the moon I saw. The moon looked as if it was sagging as we were often sagging when playing out.

The moon peering out from behind the black cloud indirectly made me tickle alone. The moon shining on the black cloud that illuminated the earth, it seemed as if he was smiling at me.

"Ana, the moon is beautiful" I said to my sister who had fallen before me. Seeing the moon with a stick. "So, I want to go there!" I whispered softly while looking at the moon that illuminated the black cloud.

"Who do you want to meet?" ask my sister with the babble she originally said.

"Mom" I replied briefly.

"Do you know your sister?" asked my sister half-laughing.

"Maybe" I replied directly.

The moon that shone beautifully clothed the earth and my face. This heart was very happy when it saw him. The heart that had been struggling with all the tempests now became calm because it saw the moon that illuminated the earth with its light.

"Sister, if Mom was still around we would be happy" my sister said. "...and we will be happy children in this world" my sister continued in a soft tone of voice.

I who stood looking at the moon with fun twisting a little body. "We definitely won't be angered by that Mother, will we?!" I glanced at my sister from the tail of the eye.

"Yes, why did you say that?" My sister directly asked in a slightly loud tone of voice as if she was tilting her body slightly upwards.

"There's nothing" I replied. "So I guess," I said, protecting our house from a gripping attack.

"Yes already. If Brother says it's okay," said my sister in a slightly clear tone of voice.

The room that became a place to rest and at the same time a place to joke and play felt very quiet when I no longer wanted to respond to my sister. My brother's audible voice now disappeared in an instant.

I, who was curious, looked back to the bed. The whole bed was filled with my sister's toys. Neat beds are now a means of the game arena. I was surprised to see both of these eyeballs widen with annoyance.

"Yesoo!" call me while holding back my screams. Walk towards the bed. "This toy...!" I muttered while staring at the blanket filled with toys.

The increasingly unfriendly weather made me more stressed to see the behavior of my little sister who likes to play a little.

"Yes...! Ana...! yell my father who wants to teach my sister counting sounds calling.

I who had been hysterical saw the bed suddenly flinched straight when I heard my father's voice and turned my head directly.

"Ana's asleep, Dad," I said from inside walking toward the window.

"Why is your sister sleeping so fast?" asked my father in astonishment.

"Don't know, Yang," I replied.

"Maybe he's tired of playing too much rain" my mother told me.

"Liyan, then you're sleeping too! What time is it?" my father said, throwing a question at me.

"Tomorrow you're in school, aren't you?" my mother contacted me by asking me back.

"Yes, ma'am" I replied.

I who was standing right by the window greeted my father and mother now went straight up to the bed and closed my eyes.

The bed that was a mess was made for my sister with various types of toys. I clean it first before I lay this body down. The toys that were plentiful and boring for me to put together were finished I kept.

A friend of my sister's good habits that often play before going to bed can not be changed anymore so it is not uncommon for me to always be affected. This habit seemed to have been born in my sister.

"Ana, you're always breaking into bed!" my moans bitterly scolded my sister who had fallen asleep.

As long as I was putting together the toys I continued to grumble quietly while quoting the toys and putting them in a plastic bag.

"Ana, if you attack again tomorrow. Brother will scold you" chirped me as I turned my body looking towards my sister who was still asleep. "...you know not !" I looked at him with annoyance. "...Every day Brother puts together your toys when you're asleep, huh!" I snorted with a bang.

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