The Struggle of a Child
Compiling school supplies

"You want to eat?" my abusive mother asked suddenly made me surprised.

The stomach that was hungry just now was immediately full from shock at his rude speech.

"No." Shakes slowly. Staring straight mixed with trembling.

"If you eat fast, you!" my mother said rudely with great emphasis.

The deg!

Gluey!

I immediately limp mixed in shock to hear it while gulping roughly.

" The only ones who know you are two. If not eat.., snack," he jolt spicy. Ascend.

The rice that had been long located did not dare we touch in the slightest. From then on until now we are hungry. His harsh words lightly came out.

"Nobody can eat while you're still here!" he said he gave a strong warning. Stand up straight.

"Yes, ma'am" I replied slowly. Look down.

He was silent after hearing my answer. His voice that had been blaring filled the room was shriveled as if my voice touched his heart. He stayed quiet for a long time and left.

After he left I was relieved. Massage the chest gently while sighing.

The plate containing rice was immediately I ate in a hurry until I felt full. My hands stopped as I fed the last rice. I immediately remembered that my mother told us that she had not brought us drinking water.

The rice that was already half in my throat made me choke a little. The hand that was still hanging between my lips slowly descended, followed by the glint of my eyes looking at my sister who was sitting bent at the back.

"Ana, eat the rice!" I said with a bitter tone of voice.

He's staying quiet. I looked back at the rice that was in my grasp. I slowly swung my hand wanting to put it back on the plate while looking at it softly. I tried to hold him down and immediately looked for the bottle I often brought to school. I took it from the floor adjacent to the shoes on the wall.

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Now the white rice brought by our mother and the side dishes were exhausted without rest. The hunger that had felt heavy had disappeared.

"Liyan, have you eaten yet?" ask my father to stand behind the curtain.

"Here you go, Dad" I replied directly.

"His sister has she eaten?" asked my father to open the curtains.

I was immediately surprised. "Dad," I murmured slowly. Glancing at my brother's rice that is still untouched.

"Our father was just ready to eat" I answered frantically covering it up. I slightly shifted the body covering the rice that was located near me.

My father was still not sensitive to see my nervous attitude mixed quietly. He also swung a step closer to the bed looking at my sullen sister.

"Ana, tomorrow I'm going to make a lot of money for your snacks" my father told my sister not to drag on.

"If tomorrow I get a lot of money. I'll definitely give you some afternoon snack money" he continued gently. My father also stood looking at my sister who was still turning her eyes away from him sadly. "Son, I'm also sad to see that you're not spending the afternoon anymore" he said.

"Father is impossible., there is no money," my sister denied. "Dad's working, every day," he said still looking straight ahead.

I also looked more and more at my father and sister.

"Son, Dad does work. But the money was just enough to eat and pay the rent" my father explained to him.

"Dad lied. You don't have any money, just a thousand!" cetus. "I didn't ask for two thousand" he said. "But only a thousand. It doesn't exist either" he continued with great emphasis.

I heard it more and more quietly, let alone see the look on my father's face that was suddenly moody mixed with sadness. I who was still sitting also tilted a little body glanced at my sister who was sitting in the corner of the bed, followed by my ear sharpening hearing listening to my father.

"Son, I'm not lying. Dad's money is up for the rent, son," said my father gently.

"When all your money runs out?!" said my sister grumbling her frown. Can't believe.

My dad's getting in lema. His soft gaze staring at my sister deepened.

"Son!" call my father gently. "Daddy's job is just a paddle pedicab carrier. Times now. No one else wants to ride a paddle pedicab," my father said heartbreakingly.

My sister grew increasingly irritated after hearing my father say that. I also looked down at the sad floor to hear it.

The soft voice of my father and his glare considering the state of his family has destroyed his kink now.

"When 'kan, there are still those who ride the rickshaw Dad," said my sister emphasized. Don't wanna know.

My father was teary. He looked down with a bent face. The lips that had spoken with a second off were immediately locked.

"... who rises only one, son," replied my father in a soft voice mixed with a soft voice.

My sadness is getting bigger. I can no longer seem to hear next. My hands are getting stronger at the edge of the bed.

"Dad lied. Dad, you like to lie" my sister said.

"Dad never lies, son." My father looked at my sister directly.

My sister grinned faintly when I saw her. He could not believe what my father said. His glance was the blink of an eye he turned away from my father's gaze.

My father was immediately stunned to mix in shock when his once beloved little daughter had now dared to throw her face away. He couldn't believe that he had a nightmare today.

I who can feel what my father and sister feel is getting more and more unsettling my soul now.

"Ana, it can't be like that to Dad," I said opening my mouth. "Dad, I promised, I'll give you your pocket money" I told him he wanted to ease his anger.

"Ana, I'll make a lot of money so that you two can spend the afternoon again" said my father gently softened his heart.

It turned out that those words were easing his heart as well. He was already willing to remove his sour face gradually. He also did not tighten the look on his face and look at his eyes anymore. The glare of those sharp and reddened eyes had now gradually disappeared.

It wasn't hard for my dad. That's what came to my mind. Both of my ears and clear eyes are also more satisfied to hear and see it.

I trusted my father more and more that he was a great father. He never gave up on my stubborn sister. My father was a very patient father persuading my sister. He never gave up on breaking my sister's hard heart.

"Ana. ," called my father with a face mixed with relief. "...I promise, Son. I'll work hard to make more money so you can snack again" said my father with a faint smile. "So, now eat, son!" my father said glancing at the plate I was hiding.

I immediately flinched and stared blankly ahead. The body and arms that cover it shift quickly. I was embarrassed to see the tiny arms and body that covered the rice-filled plate.

My heart meant that my father would not see it. But failed by itself. My father was more observant in looking around him.

"Dad go to work first, yeah! I'll make a lot of money for your snacks" said my father, looking at my brother who was still tangled. He walked out of us too.

My sister who did not want to eat now has taken the rice located near me.

"I'm hungry" said my sister as if to tell me. Bringing rice to his lap. Seeing her who was starting to have an appetite I immediately rushed out to grab a drink.

"Ana, this is your drink!" I said put it under the bed right on the floor.

He was still silent and would not look at me. I can still wait to see it. Maybe my sister made peace with herself again to accept my dear father and embrace me.

Even a small dispute has passed. All misunderstandings slowly subside although it is not yet clear. Now it's time for me and my sister to do the usual activities in the afternoon. Even the twilight has passed. Even the night has arrived. The rain that had been pouring with coldness had returned to normal.

My sister and I are getting ready to put together our schoolwork tomorrow. Our bags, clothes and books are ready to be packed into bags.

"Where do I know. That's Brother's shirt. Not my shirt," he said plainly.

I immediately shut my mouth. Holding a school shirt that was still wet from the rain earlier.

"Ana. , " call me to keep trying. "...Brother's shoes are wet too." I said next. Who knows if my sister would help me.

He still remains the same, quietly composing his school supplies that are not ready.

"Ana, how about tomorrow I know?" I asked to see him again who was still silent.

My sister who opened the book doing homework looked very serious. "Sister, just say it frankly to Dad," he replied, writing.

"If you know. I'll definitely scold Brother" I said. Holding my shirt and glancing at my shoes that were slung against the wall.

"Son't got lucky today. I didn't see it" said my sister. Still focused on his job.

I went back to digesting what my sister said. It was as if my brother had kept it a secret from my father.

"If you know. I'm sure you're angry too" he continued. Saving book.

The clothes I was holding were hanging in the air. I still can't believe my sister thought of that.

"... as long as you know, Dad, if you're angry to see Brother playing in the rain... ." My sister immediately stared at the glances of my eyes that glanced at her, smiling sinisterly in silence. It was as if he re-opened the memory that had been trying to remind me.

I was still silent and listening to him.

"... My sister does not remember. Time Brother did not tell, if Brother was thrown a round ball," he said. Taunting laugh.

I remembered it again. My tiny body instantly trembled. The clothes that had been swinging reflexes fell to the floor.

Brak!

"So, I can't help, Brother," my sister refused directly. "... because I don't like seeing Brother yet" he said grievously.

It's like my sister still has a grudge to see me. He glanced at the room curtain as a gesture that he still remembered it. Saw my father who loved me.

I was instantly struck by lightning tonight after seeing him glance at the curtains.

"Dry sister's clothes are not your brother's clothes, '" said my sister. "...the same!" glancing at the black shoes.

My heart is getting so hard, I'm like a stranger here. The spicy and sharp words of my sister further sliced me with satisfaction.

"Ana. ," called me softly to see my brother pulling the blanket and tidying up the pads to sleep.

He was still clumsy as if he did not hear my voice calling out to him. He took his favorite doll and hugged it.

Whenever my sister was sad she always hugged the doll. He said, only the Doll was his storymate so he depended so much on the doll.

I still stood swallowing the bitter pill looking at my sister who had changed. The shirt that was lying on the floor was immediately possible I picked up by swinging this tiny half body in the air and the right hand picked it up, while the left hand was straight to the side without holding anything , followed by the eyes glanced at the black shoes that were leaning moist as well and looked at him softly mixed with fear.

"My father would be angry, if I knew my shoes were wet," I murmured softly whispering to the floor.

"Hi..the little fairy accompany me, yes.this evening! I love you very much, Muach," said my sister in a soft voice mixed with spoiled confiding in the doll in her arms.

It was heard by my ears that were still bent down to pick up clothes. I got up and took my clothes and looked at my sister.

Didn't think it turned out, my sister hugged her beloved doll tightly. The cute doll mixed with horror also accompanied his eyes that wanted to be closed. The curly-haired doll with a mask that covered her mouth looked glaring. The masked compass wanted me to pull it out so that the doll screamed like a baby.

"They're ugly," I murmured. "...you're always in bed" I shouted softly in annoyance.

My sister immediately opened her eyes wide as if she heard what I said. I was shocked and immediately backed off.

The right leg that wants to go up on the bed reflexes straight down.

"Why brother?" ask my sister directly. I saw him in the middle of a half-bright lamp.

I squeezed the clothes I was holding. I don't think my sister knows.

"Sister wants to throw away my doll, huh?" ask her plainly.

"That's right" I answered a little panicked.

"Then, what do you want to do?" ask my sister as if challenging.

"So I don't want to sleep" I replied. Twisting body mixed pale.

"Very soon! If I get my doll thrown away, yeah!" he said screech without sounding out. Holding his tone.

"Yes," I replied, turning my back to my sister in a bitter voice mixed with nervousness.

"If my doll is gone. It must have been Brother who threw it away," my sister said bluntly accusing me.

"L-yes," I answered stammered though a little inaudible.

The clothes and bags were neatly arranged. Equipment was no longer left behind I put it neatly.

"I don't think I know. I want to throw this away, right?!" said grunting. Pointing at the puppet he was swinging in the air.

I was immediately pinched. I don't know if I want to find any more excuses. I was surrounded by questions from my sister who was very confused.

"I see. Brother's gonna take this, isn't he?" My sister got up and sat down. "Does Brother have money. To replace the new one?" tanyanya.

I'm getting pale as if I'm surrounded . My eyes widened to hear my sister's relentless scolding.

"So sure is envious, yeah. Because my brother has no toys" he quipped with accusations.

I kept quiet and hung my damp uniform in the middle of my sister's accusation. Moist black shoes then I took them and put them on the floor. I also dropped a tiny body in the middle of my sister's babble again.

"Freely I have a Brother.., if evil and envious," cried my sister in the night that was almost late with a slow tone of voice so as not to be heard out by my father and mother.

The silent night I was in the room with my sister was illuminated by the low-watt charged lights. I'm still polishing the shoes with the patchwork that's our doormat.

I'm getting more and more patient to shine so that tomorrow I don't wear half wet shoes.

"Tell me, brother! If I wake up tomorrow the doll is not there," my sister's sergeant threatened with his words.

These ears are getting sharper and this hand is getting softer shiny shoes.

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