The Struggle of a Child
Fun in the rain

Fikri also looked. "Yes, wet," he said lamenting the socks.

Me and Rasyd bitterly heard it. "Your mother is angry? If you know your socks are wet?" I asked to see Fikri.

"Not her socks" Solihin denied. Glancing at Fikri's feet.

"Then?" widia asked inquire.

"...but his shoes," he continued. Solihin carrying bag.

"Eat him, like I'm Fikri," said Rasyd. Self proud. "...put your shoes in the bag."

"Not that, you pulled me right away" said Fikri.

"Haha!" Widia and I laughed at it.

"Rasyd, does your book not stink?" ask Solihin.

"You why ?" ask Rasyd to know.

"Yes, got your shoes, la! papar Fikri explained. "It stinks! Dirty again!" said disgusted.

Rasyd immediately turned his head to the side glancing at the bag he was holding. "You have a point too" he said. Nodding. Walk through the half-relieved rain.

Then Fikri turned his face to look at me when it was seen from the tail of my eyes. "Liyan, you don't get sick anymore, yeah!" Fikri said worriedly.

"Yes, Liyan. If you get sick again you won't take the exam" Widia continued. Glanced.

"You're definitely going to stay in class ?!" solihin.

I looked down at the two feet that were stepping. Widia and Solihin. "I don't want to stay in class." I replied in a soft tone of voice.

"Eat him, get home. You later, take your medicine," Rasyd advised.

"Yes Liyan" Widia said.

After half the journey, the rain stopped. The drizzle that was down the spatter is no longer felt . Now we will freely take the road to return home.

A wet uniform and pale feet treading the half-muddy road felt cold and frozen. I slightly looked down at the feet that had been wrinkled by the rain. The rain pouring down the city and the road overwhelmed us. We rarely avoid it. The road that is landless without rocks, wet and muddy. The road that was muddy due to the rain looked like muddy. The rain-soaked road slightly impedes pedestrians and bikers . A smooth road is now blocked as a result.

I also put up the bag that I want to miss. A backpack that is moist due to the rain is very cold touching the back. I'm getting anxious to get there. I sharpened my eyes to four of my friends.

Among us, the more comfortable Rasyd looks. He was very comfortable breezing because his shoes were safe from the rain. The rain that rained down on this town all the way back from Pudan's house made me rack my brain, all the way I calmed down and thought of finding the right excuse for my father.

"Liyan, are you sick ?" ask Rasyd.

"No" I answered directly.

"Then, why are you so moody?" ask Widia.

Panic mixed with worry becomes anxiety that closes this mind to think freely. "I'm fine, really," I answered covering up the anxiety. "What time is it ?" I was worried about coming back.

"We have no one to bring the clock" they replied, followed by Fikri who turned to me.

"You're afraid of your father, aren't you?" ask Fikri to know.

I immediately fell silent. Look at the feet that walk without shoes. Footprints piercing the muddy ground were seen plagiarizing on the ground. The trembling hand held the shoe tightly.

"Yes, I'm afraid my father will come home first" I replied. Glanced.

"If your father comes home, will you be upset?" ask Solihin.

"Yes" I replied.

They all looked at me. "My father is not so," said Rasyd directly.

"If it were me, my mother would be angry" Widia continued.

I saw it right away. Widia was very sad mixed anxiously staring at the road we went through. Fikri and the others silently listened to our outpouring of hearts.

The wind that accompanied the steps occasionally blew away the hair and skirt. Wet hair gradually gets drier because of the wind.

The damp school uniform is now dry on the body. The longer we walked, the less we felt so far away. My father's shadow still feels like it's following.

From a distance that is not too far away there are jokes Solihin and Rasyd. They seem happy to fill these days. The voice that echoed amid the chirping of the bird that welcomed the rain had subsided, so loud was mixed with the wind that it continued to blow.

"Solihin if you. Who's gonna be mad?" ask Rasyd.

"If I were the one who would be angry at my sister at most," he replied by pulling his lips.

"Your sister" Fikri said. "Haha !" Fikri also laughed satisfied as if he felt funny because Solihin who was big was afraid of a small child. Fikri kept laughing, followed by me and Widia from behind.

Solihin who wanted to open his mouth immediately held him back. He also seemed dumbest to see the wide laughter of Fikri .

"You're satisfied, you're laughing at me" said Solihin, keeping his mouth shut.

"Solihin, it means that I dong have no sister" said Fikri. Walk faster to avoid Solihin who has been upset.

"It's nice not to have a sister, '" Rasyd continued. "...no friends quarrel." Seeing Fikri who saw it too. "I'd rather have a sister. If my sister and I had gathered, our house would have been crowded" he continued.

"Yes, even our mother, immediately shouted out loud," Solihin explained to Rasyd. "Haha !" He laughed about it too.

"But if we have a sister. We have a rival" said Fikri. " If we're the only children, right, what we ask is always fulfilled" he replied.

We continued to be silent, meeting each other's eyes with each other's questions inside.

"But if I didn't, then" said Rasyd. "When my sister wasn't born. My mother never fulfilled what I wanted." Staring straight at the path he was going through seemed to be sad.

"Haha !" Too bad for you" said the funny Fikri to see Rasyd grieving.

Widia and I were getting weird to see the three of them talking about a little sister.

"Why are you talking about your sister?" widia asked them. "The sister's got no good" he continued. " Aren't you, Liyan?" askinya.

Widia looked over and I looked at her. "Mmmm !" I feel heavy to answer. I then pulled out a thin lip.

"Liyan, what about your sister?" asked Rasyd who was sorry to hear the word sister.

"Liyan and her sister must be fine. "And they are both girls," answered Fikri immediately cut him who was happy not to have a sister.

"Oh! That's because it hasn't been a fight" said Rasyd, who was upset at being cornered by Fikri.

The two of them were arguing more and more just because of sister. Rasyd who felt bullied by his sister did not accept at all if having a sister was fun. He continues to defend his opinion rejecting Solihin's disclosure that having a sister is fun.

"Had the sister exclaimed Rasyd," said Solihin insinuating Rasyd to groan even more at the name of his sister.

"Oh! Having a sister is not good" Rasyd said. "...the sister of the woman is crybaby, loves to cry and likes to complain. I don't like it," she said. Walk swinging your legs tight.

I pulled a thin lip after hearing Rasyd's complaint. I remember my sister at first. After the debate of refusing to have a sister everything was silent. Each one seemed to be thinking something in his mind. I kept walking thinking about my mom and dad.

Those who don't like me coming home late, maybe I'll get a hard nag, it could be even harder. It just keeps passing incessantly in the mind. Attacks will come to attack from my mother and father.

My father would have been restless when he didn't see me at home after he came home. While my contact mother will definitely worry about the money that will be a lot out just to treat me.

Not to mention with my sister who will be furious with my father when my father hears the answer from my sister. Everything was so clearly drawn before me at this moment.

The muddy road I walked through just like that Fikri rebuked for seeing me through it.

"Liyan, what's the rush?" tanyakanya. "The skirt of your school will be exposed to splashes of mud" he said.

"Yes Liyan, later you will be difficult to clean it," continued Widia who still wanted to tell.

"Because tomorrow we're going to have a test" Rasyd said loudly from behind me.

"I have to hurry up," my screams from the front pierce the road without even turning my head in the slightest.

A noisy road with obstacles I kept going through without worrying about anything. Many times Fikri and the others shouted telling me to be careful.

"Liyan, careful!" yelled Fikri and Widia.

"Yes, Liyan. Your father won't scold you" Solihin continued, shouting louder.

"It was raining. Your father must know, really," Rasyd continued.

From far away I just looked back a little. "I'm afraid it'll rain again" I said, shouting back at him and swinging my legs even harder.

The bag and shoes that I carry and still carry swing with my feet. The bag that is carried is getting stronger to support the weight of the book.

Long walk did not feel I almost approached our house. The friends who had been left behind me had split up at the intersection of each other's homes.

The school gate we passed by had been tightly closed and deserted. The gate that had been tightly closed at a glance reminded the two legs that had stepped through it. This place was heartbreaking when eyes accidentally saw it. The footprints were still clearly visible in front of the fence that had been deserted.

I'm getting louder swinging this foot forward. Looking straight at the noisy-sounding path deafened his ears. Vehicles that pass into my friend walk on the road that began to be padati by passing vehicles.

Widia, who used to be a friend when she came home from school, is no longer seen together. At the moment I have to defend my chest, the most important thing is that everything is good and can improve.

The road continued through the cold air and fear that attacked me when I wanted to go home alone. A house that used to be an obstacle to courage looks lonely.

The freak was not seen sitting. I looked at him fixedly and turned both eyes looking at him as if I missed him. My eyes kept turning to look for him.

Half an overcast day. I pushed my feet even harder. The bag slung behind wanted to immediately rest from the cold wind blowing.

This foot also feels stiff stepping on the cold market. A gust of wind continued to tease the feet that already felt cold. The road keeps getting me. Our house road will be here soon.

Water guava tree that stands strong and large was visible from far away. I raised my head when I saw it and saw the walls.

The shoes I was toting no longer felt tight, almost the shoes wanted to be out of hand. Suddenly I realized when this leg almost tripped on a rock.

"Augh!" My voice came out. Look at the feet and the stone I stepped on.

This stone seems to help awaken the mind that has long been running somewhere. Our house was so quiet there was not the slightest sound from inside.

The door is still closed. I approached him with the shoes I was still holding. The longer the shoes feel heavier.

"Assalamualaik." I stood greeting into the house.

There is not a bit of advice from inside the house. The door of the house that was tightly closed I slowly opened using the left hand while the right hand was still holding the shoes tightly. Followed by the right foot in.

Jeglex!

The door I was holding immediately crashed. Suddenly I was surprised to spread both eyes in panic. This house made me so unhinged that I

suddenly panicked with fear.

"Sister," called my sister slowly from our doorstep. Open a little curtain and look at me.

"Liyan, is that you?" ask my father loudly.

My lips are heavy to answer. The pushy gaze continued to look at my brother who was standing. "Hust! Brother, where are you from?" asked my sister slowly whistling to call me. Look behind the curtains.

"Sttt !" I told my sister to shut up. "Ana, I'll hear it later" I said in a whisper.

I also entered. "Ana, Brother's clothes are wet" I whispered.

My sister was so excited to hear it. "Sister's clothes are wet?" tanya worry.

"Yes" I answered, remembering the rain that had fallen on us. Put the shoes in the corner of the closet exactly which is the divider between the living room and the room.

"Sister, change quickly, you'll be sick" said my sister, hurrying to pick up my shirt and grab my shirt. "But Brother, Brother's clothes are not wet," said my sister looking at my clothes in wonder.

"Actually his clothes were wet" I said with a weight of embarrassment. Glancing at my uniform is still in my sister's hands.

"I think it's still wet, brother. But you have to change also because it's humid, you'll be sick" my sister explained. "Before a minute, brother!" my sister asked me to wait.

"Did you ask Brother?" ask me from behind my sister.

My sister's steps stopped. "I don't know Brother. We quickly went home" my sister explained.

I was silent after hearing it.

Suddenly I remembered. "Oh, yes" I said, putting my hand on my forehead. "...we're not, tomorrow's exam." I looked at my sister with a slightly slanted stand while unbuttoned.

My sister immediately stepped out, followed by me who saw it while unbuttoned the next shirt.

"Who is that?" ask my dad to be curious. After hearing the footsteps of my sister who settles - sinking.

"I'm Dad" replied my sister who recognized her son's voice. "What came into the house earlier, you too ?" ask dad.

My sister can't answer. He was getting confused to hear what to do. His feet were no longer heard. The fingers holding the buttons of the last shirt stopped.

"Ana," called me from behind the curtain quietly.

"Stttt !" My sister turned her body to shut up. Followed by my brother answering my father's questions. "Yes, Dad" he answered. Glanced at my father's room.

After hearing my brother's voice, my father was silent he felt relieved after hearing it. I calmed down after my father was silent.

Huh! I immediately sighed. I quickly closed the curtain back. The bag on the floor I grabbed and held. The bag that felt damp was so cold and I hung up after taking out the entire contents.

"Sister, here's his shirt" my sister handed him over.

"Here, isn't Brother's shirt?" asked my sister to ask me to hand her over. I've noticed. "Don't you say your shirt was?" I asked her to look at the jelly of the clothes in hand.

"No I didn't say that. Maybe you heard wrong, brother," my sister explained.

I raised my eyebrows to the left. "Ana, did you come home, did you sleep?" I'm wearing clothes.

"I think yes, sister," replied my sister hesitated a little.

"Why did you say that?" my many. Hanging clothes, followed by eyes looking at my sister.

"Because it was raining so hard, I didn't hear anyone coming in, brother," my sister explained.

"Is Mom here?" I asked in a careful tone of voice considering my sister who did not like to hear it.

"I don't know, brother," replied my sister. Walk up to the bed and sit down. He stared straight out of the window as if he didn't want to continue, I thought as I watched my sister flinch.

I quickly saw the clothes and tidied them and also tidied up the bed took the clothes located. Suddenly the hand stopped in mid-air. "Ana." I stared at the shirt. "The wood is damp" I said.

"Then, why, brother?" ask sister.

"If this shirt doesn't dry tomorrow. Where might you wear it," I told you.

"Sister, right, there's still new clothes" my sister said. Sit and turn his head to see me.

I remember at a glance remembering my father. "But if you see him. I'll be angry." I turned around to see my sister sitting.

"Who opened the door, didn't close it?" ask my mother to raise.

My lips are closed tight. These eyes also beckoned to my sister. The entire body instantly trembled when it heard that loud voice echoing in the air.

"Why do none of you answer?" mother asked me in a voice approaching the door of our room. I saw his shadow standing looking into our room.

My sister and I throw one another at the sight of the occasional curtain with a face full of question marks.

"At the very most, children," answered my father from the room.

"Kids, Kids!" my mother said she was against it hard. "But if the door of the house is like this, the children cannot be kept quiet" he said.

"The other person deliberately opened it, so that you wouldn't scream, ask to open the door," said my father flatly.

Huh! My contact mother is upset. "You've always stood up for your children" he said.

Loud sounds reaching the room filled the room and ceiling. My brother and I grew pale and silent. The humble voice of my father and mother close my ears with both hands.

That sound is terrible. Especially when my mother was screaming. He enjoyed it even more as if he was facing a dish.

"So, you're out" said my father slowly.

"If I go out. Does it have to be this wide the door is opened," the screech is getting higher.

The sound was so strong that I could not open both eyes looking straight ahead.

"Sister, you forgot to close the door" whispered my sister. Dropping his body half in the air crouched down in front of me.

I can just shut up and remember. My sister woke up soon to see my mother connect me from the good curtains. My sister's walking footsteps could be heard stepping and stopping from behind closed ears.

"You're just coming home. So, don't make a fuss. If you haven't eaten. Eat up! I'm ready to cook" said my father.

Not even a word sounds like an answer. My sister and I only heard a tight silence.

"I'm not hungry" replied the mother, passing us by leaving the wall of my father's room.

"Who's lifting the clothes?" tanyakanya.

"So I picked it up before it rained" answered my father quietly from the room.

"Please don't make a fuss, yeah! I want to take a nap," he said as if offending us who like a storm during the day.

I who heard it then held back the sound even though it was a coughing sound and continued to button up clothes until it was finished. While my sister was still sitting sweetly on the bed looking out the window. I who glanced at him from the tail of his eyes immediately raised and whispered.

"Ana, have you eaten yet?" I turned my body around and walked closer to my sister.

"Hasn't Brother had lunch yet?" ask my sister to worry.

"Not yet" I answered quietly. Holding a stomach that is rumbling.

"Sister, why can't you eat?" ask my sister as if to blame me.

"Eat what?" I answered hearing my sister's question.

"Sister's going to Brother's friend's house?" ask sister.

My eyeballs also widened to hear it. I can no longer say anything to my sister. All I could do was one, silent, silent to the sound that was heard.

"Sister, if you'll find out. Father will definitely scold Brother," said my sister looking towards the room curtain.

The longer I stay quiet when I hear Dad. My sister is so right my dad would be so mad if he found out I haven't had lunch. This finger feels like it wants to come off scattered to the floor. The ceiling of the room is now getting darker felt. Rant after prank is gonna throw me this afternoon. Not to mention the contact mother who always watches my every action.

The day is more tense than the restrictions of the strange people who always wait for me when coming home from school. My sister's words have a point too, why don't I eat outside?

"But, Ana might have eaten at a friend's house" I said.

"At least eat cake or bread, brother," said my sister.

"Where possible, brother," I said slowly. Turning my back to my sister. "They're just his house just like ours" I continued to recall Pudan's house.

"Whose sister is going to whose house?" ask my sister to know.

"To my friend's house." I answered my sister's question.

"To a friend's house, Brother?" tanyanya. He brought his voice right to my ear. "Which Brother's friend?" ask my sister to investigate.

I turned my head to see my sister . My sister and I looked at each other. My sister's eyes look as if she's asking which friend.

"Aren't they Big Brother's friends all rich people?" ask my sister astoundingly. "In addition to Big Brother and Widia who are not the children of rich people," he continued.

I took a deep breath. "Ana, Brother's friend is not just them. I still have a lot of friends in class" he said.

"Yes, but... ." My sister stopped her words.

"But, Sister. You know where it's coming from?" I cut my sister's words.

"Ooh, that! I know from Brother Septiani" replied my sister.

I straightened my head up. "You guys met?" my many.

"Yes, Septiani's sister is after me. If Septiani hadn't seen me, how could I have known that Brother was gone. I'll definitely be looking up" said my sister looking at me gently.

"Did you know?" my many.

"Mmmm!" My sister was thinking about staring at the floor.

I kept staring at my heavy sister opening my mouth. My sister became an enigma to me who remained silent and lowered her head.

"Ana, do you know?" my question is getting more and more urging my sister to let her know.

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