The Struggle of a Child
Plastic mounds in the room
"But the sand is clean, isn't it, brother?" ask sister. Look behind the curtains. "Yes, it's clean, brother." She smiled and was happy to stand up because it had managed to make me get angry from my mother. "...Good brother, too, already wanted to sweep him," he said as if pretending not to know for what happened to me.
"Ana, that's not good. Can't do that kayaking," I said innocently advising him.
"Do you know what?" ask sister. Staring at me fixedly.
I was getting cornered to see and hear what my sister was doing. It is strange indeed, he who does not do good even I feel ashamed. As if it was me who did it, I taught him. I screamed more and more to see it. If I remember what my father said to me. I dare not fight it.
I'm getting mixed up sad. The sand that was lying on the floor cut out hearts when the eyes of the dearest one saw it. The book that opened before me was scattered more and more sheets per sheet carried by a gust of cold wind due to rain.
"...The sister knew it was just crying," my sister looked at me with sharp eyes. Closer to the open eyeball. "Sister is evil. Brother has made Dad not dear to me," he said shouting with a slight restraint so that my mother wouldn't hear our quarrel.
"... Because of Brother, I was never asked by Dad again. Dad always asks Brother.., Brother...., and Brother!" he said with a rough screech. "Now only Big Brother is being noticed" he said with an attack.
The words of his attack enveloped this tiny body. He continued to throw the book I was holding roughly.
Puk!
My book was thrown against the wall of the room.
"Liyaaan! What's that sound?" my mother screams from outside asking.
"There was no sound, ma'am," I answered, hiding it.
I was trembling to see my sister. My sister who is bigger than me makes me seem to bounce. I reflexively shifted this tiny body backwards and got off the bed picking up the book that was thrown against the wall.
Slowly I dropped this tiny body picking up a book mingled sadly. The reading book I should have studied is now complete. The page has been removed by several sheets.
My hands were shaking so much I took it and saw it. These tears did not expect that my sister was that cruel. The more and more sounding. My heart was sad after my book was thrown into the wall.
"Why is Brother crying?" ask sister. Stand beside me. "...Sis, the book is benyot, huh?!" he pretended not to know.
"Liyan, why is there such a loud noise from your room?" ask my mom to come back from outside the room.
"I almost fell, Mom," I answered lying to cover it all up.
This was the beginning of my feud with my brother. The father who became our only parent became a struggle for his affection. The younger sister who during her childhood gained excessive attention and affection now feels alienated when it gets away from her.
He assumed that my father would no longer notice him. This is becoming increasingly a curse for me. I can't hate my sister, even if she's bad because she's my sister. He will be my brother at any time.
As a big brother I have to be a strong boy. The child who continues to walk in the middle of the crashing waves and continues to succumb.
The exam will be over soon. Tomorrow is our last test after almost a week. The time to study in school will not be long. I'm getting deeper and deeper into seeing my sister getting meaner and meaner to me.
Inside the house he became a very creepy figure and became a bullet punch that attacked the listeners with his loud and high screeches.
I was getting more and more stunned when I got close to him. Even when you want to take the last exam. I didn't get a little quiet in the house to study.
Especially after we were both in the room. His crimes are becoming more visible.
"This is Brother, put it down," said my brother rudely rebuking me as he threw my bag on the floor. "This is my bed," he said rudely to limit by putting a bolster pillow in the middle.
I was shocked and stared at the bag that had fallen from the bed to the floor.
"Ana, right, you can put it slowly" I said gently.
"No! I don't want to! That's not my bag. Who put the bag here!" he said with a rough and high tone of voice slightly held back.
Hearing him my heart felt squeezed. I didn't think my sister hated me so much. His hatred was greater than the blood ties.
"Ana, right, the pencil case is broken," I said looking at the pencil case that had been taken out of the bag.
"Why tell me? His name is a pencil box that's ugly!" sahut loud.
" Liyan, are you guys making a fuss over there ?" asked my mom enthusiastically wanting to know back.
A scrap of lips wanted to say, suddenly nervous and trembling at the sound of my mother-in-law's increasingly enthusiastic voice wanting to know everything.
I'm the one who's wrong with all this. A few moments of silence closed his mouth while thinking of finding a decent answer for him.
"No, Ma. We were just rehearsing for drama" I replied in a flat tone of voice as if I had experienced nothing.
"Ooh!" welcome her to trust me.
His shadow soon left us.
"The lens's broken, Ana," I said standing up to show her.
My sister, who was sidelining the sand dune bound inside the plastic, glanced at the pencil I was pointing at.
"The name of the pencil is rotten" he said plainly. Unlock the plastic sand on the floor.
"This is still strong, really," I said with a face that was not willing to deliver my sister.
He was immediately upset. "So, Brother wants to tell me who broke it" he said, rising up.
"No, Sister. That's not it!" I said interrupt what I said because I was so scared to see her face growing pias.
"That's proof!" he shouted high as if he felt that I was accusing him. "... the one you said just now. What's it gonna be ?" ask him with a rebuke.
I was getting knocked back by hearing that loud scream. I closed both ears with both hands. I retreated backwards and leaned against the wall away from him.
"So don't accuse me of being reckless!" he said he gave a warning.
He is the one standing in front of me. Pushing the sand that was lying on the floor after being heard by the sound of feet.
Hurry up she pushes the plastic into the bed with her right leg. The sand is now gone from sight.
"Liyan, you're done, studying, son?" asked my father, his voice suddenly startled me.
While my brother looks ordinary as if he already knows that my father is coming.
The plastic pile had been slit into the bed.
"This is also her ruler broken," I said complaining softly to her. The ruler who had been accompanying me for years studying was now split in two.
"The time dropped just like that, everything was immediately broken," said my brother did not believe.
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