The Struggle of a Child
Me and my sister
"Because Brother. I didn't play with Rahmadani" he said with a sharp, red eye.
"Ana, change your clothes first. Just playing again," I said gently.
"Sister, I'm lazy to change clothes. We're off, '" he explained.
"Yes, but your clothes will be torn," I said against my sister's insistence on maintaining her Boy Scout uniform.
"It can't be torn, brother. I can take care of him" he said with a heavy heart following me home. "Sister." he called and went back to silence.
I looked at him and continued the foot swing. "Yes, Ana," I said.
"Why did my brother pick me up?" tanyanya was not happy with the face as if challenging.
I was silent for a moment. I was again confused about my sister's question. I lowered my head while close my two lips that continued to walk through the street from every alley of the house just to look for him.
"Why did my sister pick me up? If you want to go home. Brother just go home alone. Don't pick me up, don't look for me. I don't like it" he said with a grunt that hated it so much.
I was getting saddened because my search had no appreciation from my sister in the slightest. Even he calmly said, that I don't need to look for him.
"Well, why am I home, brother? Charming, ha?" said spicy.
The step that continued to walk mixed with sadness after the words were thrown off by being dragged away by stumbling.
"Ana, Brother just taku... ." I gaping held my mouth open in the air to hold back the words I wanted to convey to her.
"What's all, huh? Just what? I told you, I don't like you anymore" said my brother rudely.
I was so tired of hearing that too often. The foot that treads the earth is no longer clearly felt. It all seems to be on the way to home.
"Ana, but you get changed!" I said back in a patient manner and gave in.
" 'And I told you, I don't want to change clothes" said my sister with great emphasis. Stop and look at me with a sharp glare mixed with cynicism. The gaze he cast was extremely sharp reddened like it was mixed with fire. "Not to get close to me anymore. I don't want to" said my sister. "If you want to go home, you want to change clothes, yes, big brother. Don't take me," he snapped loudly.
I could only silently mix in fear that my sister would suddenly raise her hand for me. I felt smaller and smaller being thrown into the body of a large tree where this tiny body was leaning from the rough words of my sister.
"By the way Big Brother came, I became no longer friends with Rahmadani," he said getting annoyed to see me. "Partially why Brother to the door to find and pick me home," he said.
I blamed myself even more because I was good at picking him up.
"The boy is a good pretentious," he said, raising a very sharp look in his eyes. "Don't pretend to be nice to me. I don't like it," he said.
My tiny body was getting thrown into a big tree. This tree kept pinning down this tiny body until I couldn't leave my sister. The tongue grew increasingly dull and the face was very pale to hear the screams of my sister who was trying to hold her.
"Ana, I'll be angry" I said in a trembling voice. Staring at my sister's face and eyes that were reddened like fire.
"The father was never angry with me, brother," he said confidently. " I've been playing all this time, I've never been told to go home with my friends," he said in a tone of voice that was very furious to see me who was pretentious.
"Ana, you must be angry?!" I said back in a frightened voice as I looked at my sister in anger.
My sister floated a terrible look in her eyes when she heard me say it back to her. She hates me so much. He doesn't like to hear it.
"Don't bring Daddy, Brother. If you want to go home alone. Brother just go home," he said turning his back to me.
"Sister didn't bring Dad, Dik," I said.
"Then what?" ask my sister with a full of pressure. Gawking.
I directly lowered. I don't know what else will defuse this. The eyeball continues to spin with agile glances at the ground spinning erratically while mixed with the spinning brain also looking for a solution to this fight.
Never before has my brother uttered such scathing words and glared at his sharp eyes. Highlight eyes that look very deadly.
"I really don't like seeing my sister. My sister always takes care of me. Just like my parents" she said with her children's laughter. "From now on don't take care of me. Just take care of yourself Brother," he said with a sour face. Turn around and swing both feet walking towards the house.
I who was speechless leaning against the body of the tree looked at my brother who was walking with annoyance.
"Ana, your voice is loud" I said slowly. However, I'm sure it sounded to my sister's ears.
He immediately looked right at me. I who did not say how long after I finished saying it saw my sister who saw me too.
"Don't try to make a sound in the back, yeah!" he said in a flat tone as if he was criticizing me.
I set these footsteps slowly again. Staring at him from behind seemed to permeate what he had just said.
"Son, you don't have to interfere anymore!" my sister said with great emphasis. It was as if he was giving me a harsh ultimatum.
I spontaneously looked at the straight path. The road that we had been halfway through.
"Your beloved mother, sister, has looked here" said my sister unhappily. "Surely he was angry. From his eyes it was discovered" he said.
I kept quiet and kept walking behind him.
"Sok being a mother to me, no shame!" he said with hate. "Don't look for me, brother" he explained. "From changing clothes. I want to play around again" he said on the way.
"Mother won't scold you" I said trying to assuage her anger and hatred.
"What a truth," he lowered his voice a little. Looking at our connecting mother who was staring while cleaning the grass.
"Liyan, where'd you get him?" asked my mother after glancing at my sister who first entered.
"In Rahmadani's place, ma'am," I replied. Glanced at my sister and the wide open door that my sister passed.
"So, don't you guys play anymore ?" ask him back with a flat face.
"Not yet, ma'am," I replied glancing at him.
"So, sister" said my sister. Go with the clothes he often wears to play.
"Where are you going?" ask my mother to my sister.
My sister stopped her footsteps on the left that were about to swing forward.
She did not answer while my mother continued to stare at her half-hanging feet.
"If you've been home a long time. Don't go play!" my mother's roommate.
I stand by. Shut up to see my sister and my mom. Panic mixed with worry is getting shrouded in this self.
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