The Struggle of a Child
Tie shoelaces
Moist shoes are not good to wear to school because it disturbs comfort and feet must feel cold.
"Liyan, why are you taking your shoes from room ?" asked my father, surprised to see it.
The deg!
I immediately fell silent looking at the shoes hanging half in the air.
"Dad never saw you bring shoes into the room... ?" ask my father to investigate. "... you don't like shoes in the room. You must have said it stinks!" my father said he was looking at me. His face shriveled more and more suspiciously thinking of seeing the shoes I was holding.
I kept quiet looking at the floor. Walk towards the door. "Dad, last night I deliberately put it in the room," I replied looking down at the shoes.
"Are you late for home ?" ask dad.
The deg!
My hand stopped half in the air tying the shoelaces. My eyes widened in panic after hearing my father's sudden question as if he knew it.
"Liyan, what time did you come home last night?" My father, who was preparing for work, asked again.
I kept tying my shoelaces until it was done. "Dad." I was silent for a second and ventured to tell my father. "... last night I came home late, Dad," I replied twitching my eyes in alarm at my father's anger. Sit back to my father.
"A late afternoon ?" my father asked in surprise after hearing it.
I clenched both eyes tightly. "M." Mmm." I nodded without looking at my father.
"Then did you get rain last night ?" ask my father to continue to find out.
The deg!
Gluey!
My heart stopped instantly swallowing saliva. The eyeballs also widened to see a green leafy flower tree. Followed by my hands drooping.
Desire of heart wanted to hide it from my father but because the transverse aral foiled everything. The plan that I had matured last night, this morning did not go smoothly. Everything is out of control. Surprised eyeballs mixed in disappointment were emanated clearly.
My father's attacking questions are getting heard in the ears.
"fast. So, your shoes are wet?" asked my father with great emphasis urging me to say it.
I'm getting nervous about not being able to do anything. The sister who was always next to me and always defended, this is no longer there. He had woken up earlier than me and had left earlier.
I'm getting stuck on my own with my father's questions mixed with suspicion.
"Dad's Witch! Where were you last night? Until you come home in the afternoon" my father kept asking and wanted to know.
I'm getting pinched. I was in a dilemma this morning. I'd love to be honest, but considering my father, I feel like I want to lie a little bit. However, it will be a big problem. My father will have deep suspicions about me. He could also lose faith in what I said in the future. It's like eating simala kama. On one hand protect yourself from my father. On the other hand, keeping my father's trust.
My father's enthusiastic curiosity made me think harder, honestly or in a lie. I who had woken up from sitting stood upright while holding the two straps of the bag that was held heard back.
"Liyan, I know. How's Dad's Son?!" he kept urging me to talk.
However, this mouth still insisted on locking it tightly. If I were to be honest, my father would surely have sniffed sharply . However, if I lied to my father forever, I would never believe me again, I thought.
The shoes I had been wearing and the ground I was going to pass through I kept looking at while thinking.
"Dad, yes, last night I left," I replied with strong eyes mixed with anxiety.
The deg!
My father no longer let out his voice from behind. He was silent as if he was upset to hear it. My father who was standing behind me in his work clothes made me wonder.
"Liyan, if you're sick with that rain, how is it?" ask my dad to worry. Retracting my hearing.
"The money will surely run out for you," continued our mother cut him suddenly heard.
The deg!
I'm back down. Half-happy heart is sad again. Suddenly my father and I were silent.
"Yes, right?" my mother-in-law stressed as if the question confirmed what she thought.
"Money can still be in the car... ." My father stopped his words.
"Dad, I'm sorry, right," I immediately apologized. Turn your body right towards him.
My father immediately exhaled a rough breath mixed with disappointment. My father seemed frustrated after hearing my answer.
" 'Can you please not come, Liyan?!" my father said ask.
I froze, unable to speak anymore. The choice was very difficult for me. I may have to follow all my father's will while I am still a student with many friends. If a friend is sick, it is our duty to visit him, I thought.
But my father was very difficult to understand. She was just like my sister was too selfish in taking care of me.
I was considered a Golden Child who should not play, go all the way, let alone be late for school.
My father always said that later out there there there are bad people who want to kidnap and my father also said, that my face is the cure for fatigue. Hence, my father applied me first to go home before he returned from work.
"He was bored at home. You always keep him here!" my mother said she welcomed him. "Try him, you give him out. Surely he will not go far," he said.
This morning it was getting more and more clamped down. My mom and dad are getting more hostile just because of me. I kept glancing at the wall clock that was clearly visible from outside the door.
The clock is half turning. My time is not much anymore. I need to get to school soon. I looked at them many times in the hope that they would realize that I was going to school.
I was still mixed with worry listening to those who were still beriteru and glanced at the wall clock that had shown the number 07: 05 WIB. My heart is pounding irregularly. The faces of the teacher and the principal had been plastered before me now.
The school gatekeeper was the same. Her cute face mixed with that vile was dancing on my face with a small rattan in her hand.
I'm getting worried and anxious to see not much time. "Dad," call me to interrupt their argument while swinging my right hand in front of him.
My father reflexively stopped and my mother was forced to cover her half-gaping mouth.
"...i'm afraid it's too late, Dad," I said kissing the back of my father's hand. Glancing back at the clinking clock.
"Your sister is gone first" said my father revealing in a tone of voice that turned in the other direction.
"Yes, Dad" I replied.
"Let's go home to school. Directly home! Don't play anymore!" my mother said shouting in a tone of voice blocked by the wall.
"Yes, Mom," I replied. Walking fast chasing a little time.
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