The Struggle of a Child
My stepmother
My mother has an unclear personality. Plin-plan alias! He sometimes enjoys, sometimes angry indistinctly.
Her changing mood makes me not so comfortable around her. Especially if he has a problem or there is a problem with others. That's for sure, I'm the one with her cynical gaze.She's not scary but for me it's serem!
Once, one day, I went with him. When, she was working as a cleaner in someone's house. Suddenly he was so upset to see his master. While cleaning the room. He was angry and nagging at the thing he cleaned.
From afar I saw him who was angry endlessly.
If only my father knew about it. Sure, he'll pounce on me like a lion pouncing on its prey.
Oho! No, I was forced to hide all this from my beloved father, if my father knew I was coming with him. Meanwhile, his attitude was like that earlier. Maybe he'll be denounced by my father for not taking me anywhere.
Because my own father doesn't like it when someone takes me and shows a bad attitude in front of me.
Meanwhile, my own contact mother can't control her emotions. If you have been provoked by trivial things.He can not read the actions of the people around him.That is his weakness!
However, if my father gives advice or views to him. He never listened to her. As if, he knew much more than my father.
Ever was one day. When my mother called me out of the house to hang out with neighbors near the house, she got information about my father outside the house. He too, then returned home and brought the information he received. He immediately trusted the information without being filtered first and created a commotion at home with my father.
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"She, that's what they say about you!"In a high tone he said to my father.
"That's not true."My father said in a slow tone.
"How could it not be right?! It's obvious she saw you!"My mother told me that she kept attacking my father with her angry words.
'' You are this! I told you no, yeah no, how could I "do" what I didn't do!"My father said with annoyance.
"Hm! What's name***?
"What's the name?"My dad said cut off his conversation.
"Hm!"He turned his cynical face away from my father.
He got information about my father!
"Somebody said you took a girl with you in a rickshaw while laughing."
"Ha! My father was direct, "hahahaha, is that it? ahhaha!"My father laughed at the pity of seeing my mother who believed in the words of others out there than my father.
My father!
"I am a rickshaw carrier. It's my job to find passengers and get them to where they're headed."
"Yes, you can find another passenger!"
My father also did not understand. Well, how? Finally he was confused too.
Ha! Hows it? I have to pick a passenger! My father muttered softly in his heart.
"Yes! you said you pulled a rickshaw. Carrying passengers, chih! The time you brought the women wasn't passengers."
"Ha!My father, too, immediately gawked at the words from his mouth while shaking his head with a rough breath.
"Well, the girl I brought is my rent! He was just telling me about the incident he just faced."
"Yes, but laughs!"
"She told me about that incident! Something's funny."
"Hm!" Straight off his face from my father.
"That's why, I said never believe the same words people out there! And never bring anything people tell you about me. Because maybe, that person wants to destroy. We don't know."
That's how my mother connected me. He can't digest everything. If anyone talks about my father. He doesn't know if it's true or not. He immediately swallowed the information without being strained first.
My mother was good at never hitting.But, she was very unstable and easily influenced by others.
My contact mother could never determine her own course. In fact, paddling his boat was not able to go anywhere?
But he was very diligent at working. He never complained even he willingly wanted to help my father. Although, my father refused her help because my father knew it was his money. Meanwhile, my father's job is to make a living to make his family happy.
But my contact mother didn't know that my father thought that way.
Heard the words of my father who refused his gift. He was instantly enraged with a high and crisp voice.
"That's it! If I want to help, I'm always rejected. Never want to! I know myself, who?You used to like me.Hu!"
He was like that a little bit crying. Even a small problem, he always exaggerates it until the neighbors know.
He was never satisfied that no one knew the neighbor. Hence, she likes to cry while screaming. It was as if my father was being rude to him.
"Why are you crying like you're being tortured here!"My father said with a reddened face and holding back the emotions inside him.
"Let's! Let everyone know who you are?"
"What do you mean!"My father was irritatedly staring at him sharply.
Sometimes my neighbor cares and advises.But again, he continues to harden the sound so that it looks unsettled.
In fact, even in front of his family he is, too. It was as if my father was a useless man who would often torture their sisters.
After his satisfaction was fulfilled, he ridiculed my father in front of his family and our neighbors. He too, easily forgot everything. Then a good smile came back to my father.
My contact mother is unstable sometimes normal and sometimes not! Not that he has a mental disorder.
The worst thing about my mom is that she likes to raise problems. Wailing is unclear. Crying as hard as it is and does not escape as well. He likes to fight with neighbors until he faints.
He likes to hang out with neighbors but, if they ever fight, he'll pass out! No, it's real or just a charade. Ntahla, that's clear. He fuss with neighbors he must have fainted.But the strange thing is that he is not deterred and still want to be friends.
Sometimes he complained to my father. However, my father would sometimes not respond to him. My father just, think of it as the wind and then that blows just stop by.
Seriate....