The Struggle of a Child
Remembering Mother
While dragging a broomstick. I remember the mother I met in the photo.
Down with the floor I kept sweeping. Tears also grow in the eyes. A crystal ball fell onto the floor.
"You're crying, aren't you?" tanyanya.
I was so scared to hear her hands shaking with a broom. I'm afraid that she would scold me more if, knowing I was crying.
This lip I keep tight so as not to let out a crying sound loosely.
"try to see. It's clean or not!" He came closer to see my sweep.
"Hmmm!" He also cleared his throat violently looking at the entire floor that I swept.
"Good! It's already clean," he said in a loud tone of voice as if he was following my movements heard from his tone that pierced through hearing. "Go there, learn!" he said loudly and high up telling me.
Quickly I put the broom back behind the door. The broom I put neatly leaning against the wall.
Now I've got it all done. I also had to study so I wouldn't stay in class. Pain that whack to make me unable to go to school increasingly racking the brain.
The deg!
I was shocked when I saw my sister and there was a pile of black plastic in the room. I wonder if I open it right away.
The deg!
I came back shocked after seeing my sister smiling wickedly. The plastic bag rushed me to open it.
Glek !
I immediately gulped after seeing the contents. I didn't expect it to turn out that my sister was that old to me. The sand turned out from here, I thought softly looking at him. A glimpse of the sand that was scattered in front of me. I was stunned as if I could not believe it was my sister's doing.
"Dad!" I got up and stood looking at him. "So that was all you?" tanyaku.
He didn't answer. He just laughed snidely at me. That glance was very spicy slicing hearts. I who saw his gaze was even more disappointed to see him.
"You're evil! But the times you put a lot of sand in there!" I said looking at him softly.
Smirked. "Who was evil?" ask my sister as if she told me to remember. "...the evil one, Brother, right" he said flatly mixed with cruelty.
I was getting more and more excited to hear the answer. It felt like the big waves had come sweeping my happiness. I'm getting sad when I know the reality that is clearly emblazoned. The face of the mother who was just now immediately remembered me.
"Son was out looking for me, wasn't he?" ask my sister happily who saw me here and there busy looking for her. "What a pity!" said laughing at me.
The book is on the bed. I walked over and took it and sat down to open a book mixed with my sister's scorn.
"Do you know? Where was I?" he whispered in my ear.
I nodded to answer honestly.
"I was at the side" he said glancing at the wall of the house. "...took this," he said, pointing to a plastic mound with both lips.
I was shocked to hear it. The books are getting tighter. I held it firmly in my arms to calm my heart and my mother's face as if it were my friend at this time.
"So when my sister left. I purposely put it on the floor. So that Brother is scolded by the beloved Mother of the Brother," he said sharply. "I haven't played sand in a long time. My brother has not been angry for a long time. Especially at the broom throw, hahaha!" he said with a big laugh in satisfaction of trapping me.
I looked more and more at my brother's cruel face and the sound of his laughter was slicing this inner all I could do was grip my finger with all my might to endure the pain of my own sister's attack.
"Silver yells there, like crazy looking for me, run to and fro, hahaha!" he continued to laugh more.
I looked down more and more at the hanging end of my foot.
"Ana, don't you like it when the floor's clean ?" I just want to know.
"Mmmm!" My sister was silent while thinking. " 'The floor is dirty" my sister continued.
"No! Floor's clean. It's broom brother just now," I said loudly.
"So I saw sand, really," my sister said. Strengthened his opinion.
I didn't think my sister would do something like that. The sand is easily applied to the clean floor.
"Ana, when did you take out that sand?" aska I want to know.
"So Brother," replied my sister directly. He turned his body right at me. " So Sister" said my sister as she dragged her feet to sit on the bed. "...when Brother went to look for me," he said.
Deg !
I was getting listless to hear my sister's words. My gaze mixed with tears that dammed in the eye pelupuk.
"...pas Dad doesn't exist. Yes, I've poured it on the floor, "my sister explained plainly with a clear face without feeling guilty.
I was shocked to hear the truth. It turned out that my sister did deliberately do that as her revenge for me. I don't think I heard the truth coming out of his mouth.
He has now turned derastic. She was not like my old sister anymore when I sharpened my gaze to look at her . Her gentle and affectionate face was nowhere to be seen anymore.
Everything seems as if it is all visible. Now there is no longer a gap to be able to make up, it seems with my sister, I thought. It just keeps coming from my memory.
"I don't know the truth, I just wanted to pour all the sand out" my sister told him. "But, because I heard the sound of legs so, no, I threw all of them out" he said, throwing a random glance at me. Grins.
My sister's explanation is getting me depressed. I went awry. I feel like I'm eating simalakama fruit.
"From me being scolded by Brother's beloved mother. It's better that Brother be scolded," he said bluntly.
I was so shocked to hear the truth. The book I hold and want to learn is not. I heard more and more softly, the eyeballs were increasingly teary because I was surprised to see my sister who turned out to be evil.
I still can't believe hearing and seeing it. However, I woke up again from the delusion that whispered, if what I saw was wrong. But it's all ambiguous. The fact that my sister has indeed turned evil. Even he had the heart and deliberately poured sand on the floor that I had washed clean. He knew that the floor had been swept away.
"Sister, I'm just playing, really," my sister's pretext confused me. Smiling lightly laughing at me. Cynical.
"Ana, don't play sand inside the house" I said innocently.
My sister grinned even more at my words. He was dancing in front of me too naively.
"I wanted to play sand in the house. On the floor that was already Brother Sweep," he said casually.
The heart that heard it instantly shone. I was embarrassed to hear it. I don't understand, why can my sister turn this bad? It seems that it all started from a recent incident. My sister is so jealous of me.
I immediately looked at the book while recalling my mother's delicate face. His face seemed to be a tranquilizer for me who was in trouble.
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