The Struggle of a Child
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"Put all this into a dirty place!" tell my father to give the order.
The whole bag has come out. Everything is on the table. Now there's nothing left.
School clothes, shoes and bags are located on the table. I immediately took the wet clothes to the kitchen and put them in the dirty clothes.
"Liyan, put it neat!" my mother's orders are loud.
Pluck up!
I dropped my clothes in his place.
"Liyan, you shouldn't go home, if the rain hasn't stopped! You tau? If you're sick. Money is all gone just for your treatment! No more for me," my mother's boyfriend insinuated. Sweeping kitchen.
I just kept quiet while squeezing a sore heart.
"How long have you been sick. You know not ?" cetus asked me.
I kept my mouth shut and picked up a drink mixed in fear.
"As long as you're sick. Your father was always busy looking for money just to treat you not for me" he's outrageous with hate.
Gluey! Gluey! Gluey!
I sipped some water while listening to her scolding. The drinking water I drank felt rough when it passed through the throat. The chatter from my mother is getting crisp sounding.
"This is why you came home wet. If your sister doesn't check it out, maybe your dad won't know" she explains. He continued his sweep until it was finished.
The drink I had sipped had run out and I put the glass on the table near the teapot.
"If your sister doesn't tell your father. Maybe you'll play in the rain a lot" continued my mother, getting more pleased.
I kept quiet and didn't say a word. The glass that was located I left immediately. I walked past my mother who was sweeping.
Puk!
The broom was thrown and almost hit me. The broom that fell on the floor shocked the steps and stopped.
"Where are you going?" asked my mother in a hostile tone of voice.
"You learn, ma'am," I replied softly with shaky lips. Twisted slowly facing my mother who threw the broom.
"Hurry up and take it!" he said in an annoyed voice mixed with anger telling me. "Don't just learn your language!" said.
I nodded slowly, then swung this leg to take a broom. Reflexes slowly I dropped a tiny body taking a broom.
"Not a single one remains. Everything should be clean and lightning!" he said in a loud voice telling me.
Even the broom on the floor, I took it while looking at the floor and sharpened my hearing hearing hearing her footsteps.
"Don't look at me! If you don't want to be angry!" he said from behind, reminding.
I just nodded back to answer his warning.
"The broom is clean!" loud commands. "... once I get home, it should be ready," he said.
He stepped out from my hearing, as if that step was out of the house. I, too, who was curious and curious, quickly turned to the door.
I who was standing holding a broom was stunned to see him walking out. Sweeps that have been exposed to the floor with roughness. I took it and swept the entire floor of the house clean.
Today I sweep it should be serious though a little heavy. The house is not so dirty, half way clean. I then went into my father's room sweeping the floor for the first time.
Afraid of being mixed with anxiety, I continued to sweep the floor from end to end. Even the slightly open closet door made me curious to know.
The broom I was holding now I put it on the wall right next to the closet. I slowly opened the closet with a full of curiosity.
The kreeerk!
The closet was slowly opening. Having seen. I was immediately surprised to see my father's closet a little messy. Even the clothes that were scattered, I trim as good as possible.
Suddenly I found a sheet of a photo stored in plastic. The plastic I want to tie is immediately delayed. I was so curious to get a big question mark when I found the photo.
I slowly looked at the photo. A very sweet photo is seen that is, a photo of a small family together with their children.
I'm getting excited to know whose photo it is. The medium-sized photo was so sweet to see with a child sitting like a princess with her round hat was very attention-grabbing.
"Liyan!" Suddenly I was shocked mixed with worry after hearing a voice calling out.
The photo I was holding rushed I saved back quickly I quickly put it in my pocket.
"Liyan !" The voice shouted back to me as if it sounded, he was very anxious.
I spontaneously panicked in my father's room. The voice that called out was none other than my father's voice. I didn't think my dad was coming home so soon.
My tiny body trembled even more considering my father hated it when his wardrobe was checked.
I'm getting out holding a broom. The photo I had hidden in my pants pocket.
"Liyan!" My father was shocked when he saw me coming out of his room. He was dumbly staring and full of question marks.
"Remain here, son?" ask my dad to know.
"Sweep, Dad," I replied in a bitter voice mixed with nervousness. Duck.
My father was suspicious. He stayed silent for a long time watching me.
"What's sweeper?" ask my dad like a detective.
I was confused to give an answer. The head looked down at the floor.
"Sand-sweep, Dad," I replied innocently, followed by my hand squeezing the broomstick firmly.
"Sand sweep ?" ask my father full of question marks. "That's what?" ask my father who makes me jerk and raise my head.
It was as if I was panicking and worried after hearing her question.
"No Dad," I replied nervously mixed in fret.
"There really isn't?" my father said with great emphasis asking me.
I got nervous after hearing it. My lips are hard to open. I was very worried about the photos that were stored in my pocket.
"Liyan, isn't there?" my father asked me to look at me sharply.
I suddenly remembered the character of my father who was firm and did not like being lied to. I was worried whether I should answer honestly or not. Many times I turned my eyeballs to look at the floor and see the tip of his foot.
With a heavy heart I opened my lips and raised my head. "Look at Dad's picture" I answered honestly. Groping pocket taking photos.
"Photo ?" asked my father in a loud voice that sounded as if he was furious.
"Yes, Dad" I replied. Nodding and handing over photos.
"So... ." My father stopped his words. Look at the photo he took. He seemed to be shocked after seeing it. As if he couldn't believe that I had found the old photograph.
"This is a picture of your mother" said my father in a raucous tone of voice mixed with pleasure.
I was surprised to hear it and looked up at my father.
"Liyan, this is a picture of your mother. The mother who gave birth to you. And this is you too. The one sitting on the chair was wearing a hat like a princess of the king," my father told me and explained them one by one in the photo.
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