The Struggle of a Child
Caught
I ran straight home. The leg that wanted to jump instantly hung in mid-air. I was so panicked mixed up and in the fog. My father's voice was getting louder. The loud voice mixed with rage as if wrapped around me for a moment.
"Sister, Father Brother," Andrini said patting me on the shoulder slowly.
I'm totally silent. Stare with a glove. Slowly the half-hanging leg went straight down to the floor.
"Sister... ." Andrini was silent as if she was saying, Big Brother will definitely be scolded from his silent gesture and glanced at my father and I repeatedly.
"Sik, Brother go home first, yes!" I said say goodbye to him.
The rubber band strap that was tied, he took off immediately. "Dad Brother must be angry, Brother," he said in a soft tone of voice. His face was filled with worry mixed with fear.
I still didn't answer it as if I was just focusing on seeing my father looking at me from the front of our house. An extremely deadly gaze dragged this step slightly staggering.
Clutching my fingers I stepped out of the terrace of Andrini's house a handful of anxiety enveloped this self immediately. Highlight those sharp eyes now there was no longer any visible hospitality.
"Dad," I said quietly with the mistake I swallowed . Standing in front of my father.
"Liyan, it's not, it's raining" my father said with great emphasis telling me back.
I also looked down to hear it. The guilt of my sassiness is bending my face even more.
"You've just healed. How many months have you been healed, son. Is this you playing rain again?!" my father said to be disappointed. Seeing me who was hit by a drizzle.
I just sat there squeezing my fingers down with my lips tightly closed.
"This what?" said my dad asked me to swing the wet school shirt I was hiding. Swinging it half in the air.
Curious mixed in surprise I spontaneously widened my eyeballs with an incisive heart screaming loudly. I can no longer say anything. The clothes that had become the hope so as not to be criticized by my father were revealed.
I sharpened my gaze to see it. The screams increasingly disturbed the peace of heart.
"What clothes is Liyan?" ask my father with emphasis. Shine a sharp eye.
I panicked as if that was impossible. I kept thinking hard. The shirt couldn't have been caught by my father, I thought I looked up at him and glanced at him.
Big question marks appeared with the beard I saw. This shirt was hidden under the bed, I thought back to glancing back inside.
"...and that too!" my father raised his index finger in the other direction. Right to the right adjacent to the corner of the closet that is the divider of our living room and room.
I also walked in with gontai following the steps of my father who entered as well.
I was getting surprised. My eyes are getting wider. Surprised mixed question is what is clearly displayed in the eye pelupuk.
"Why get wet?" ask dad. Staring at me sharply.
I'm getting gripped. Mouth feels heavy to open and give an answer. Eyeballs also reflexes looking down at the floor . I felt like I was hit hard. Everything I hoped to be this savior was the opposite. Everything has failed and fallen apart. My clothes and shoes were known to my father.
My mind is now only focused on the other school item, namely, the bag and its contents. I swallowed a bit of luck because my bag and equipment were unknown to my father.
"Liyan, you are a sick child," my father said with great emphasis. "Try seeing this!" he said with annoyance mixed with regret. "Shirt, shoes are all wet!" repelled. "Daddy, you think your bag's wet, too ?" my father said ask me.
The deg!
I'm getting hit by an iceberg. My little body was eager to fall to the floor. Sitting down weakly. My breath was getting less and less.
"Try out your bag, Liyan," my mom said to me from behind me.
I'm getting hysterical about taking it all on myself.
"Quick Liyan! Don't stay there !" tell mom to call me with her screech.
I'm getting branchy. Confusion enveloped my whole body and my feelings. It felt like the ice water was making me more and more stare and mute.
It felt like I was ashamed to see my father.
"Your father asked. You just shut up!" my mother said as if she shook her head to see him.
"It's Dad" my sister said straight out of the room.
Gluey!
I immediately gulped violently with a widened look at my changed sister.
"Dad, this is the bag!" said my sister forward handing my father a bag.
My father swung his feet to get a bag. My father was silent as if he was hit by a hard throw that made him unable to move. Staring at me sharply with a veined face as if wondering mixed in wonder.
"You're wet, Liyan?" my father asked as if he could not believe what he was holding.
I just nodded and confirmed what my father asked.
"Liyan, you're always looking for disease!" screech my mother in the ear. "You know?! if you're sick, huh? Ua... ." My mother immediately shut her mouth.
"Don't ever tell him that" my father said loudly warning. "I don't like it when you always say that!" he nodded with great emphasis.
"Dad, let Brother not play the rain anymore," continued my little brother defending mother, we continued.
The crystal crystals fell to the floor. The eyes are getting blurry looking at the floor. Tears had welled up in my eyes looking at my sister who had changed.
"Why don't you take care of your brother? If you're afraid he's playing in the rain?" ask my father to my brother who is standing next to him.
My sister was getting quiet as if her words were eating herself. He listened to my father's scolding until it was over.
"Your brother just recovered. You should have taken care of her and waited for her to go home from school," my father said, reprimanding my sister loudly. "It's not that you go home first, instead" he continued in an annoyed tone of voice trying to contain his anger.
"Dad, our home hours are not the same" replied my sister. "We came home sooner than Big Brother" he explained.
"Si Liyan was also wrong. I know the rain is still on the way" my mother told me.
During their time in their midst I did not offer any defense against myself at all.
"Your mother was right Liyan. Why don't you wait for the rain to stop?" ask my dad to know.
I'm getting pinched. The only thing I can do right now is to be quiet and be patient listening to the scolding until it's over.
"Until this, huh? Your clothes are wet, your shoes are wet, your bags are wet" my father said, pointing to everything. "Your book is wet too ?" my father said to ask me to take out the bag.
Plaque!
The books and others put my father one by one on the table. "Aagghh, sister, sister, uncle!" my father said he was full of wonder to see it.
"All wet. Nothing is wet. Liyan, Liyan !" my father said annoyed mixed with regret while clucking.
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