The Struggle of a Child
Playing bicycle
I kept staring at my sister who went to play . He casually walked as if he had never been upset.
"Liyan, why are you standing there?" ask my contact mother. Stare with a look of pity.
"M." Mmm." I'm a little nervous.
"If you're afraid of your father. Just play it for a second!" repelled.
Actually I want to. However, not only afraid to see my father but also to see him who is none other than my mother. I squeezed the two fingers with a question mark-filled gaze mixed in worry as well.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" ask her with a face full of question marks.
"There's nothing, ma'am," I replied, following the head.
"But it seems, you're thinking again. Is there something you're thinking?!" my mother said a little wondering. "But that's all you know" he continued. Turning his seat up pulled the grass back.
I kept quiet thinking about what I was worried about. The kids playing at the end of there. I kept staring at her from our yard right where my mom and I were pulling grass.
My eyes are carried away by the flow of happy children. They were very happy because they had been able to gather with their friends. Their joyful cheers as children were heard roaring in the air loudly. The empty air mixed with the wind increasingly swung their voices flying to and fro.
"Liyan, you want to play ?" ask my contact mother.
I was surprised to turn my eyes to my mother. The facial reflex of the sumringah was immediately broken.
"Liyan, are you still here?" ask my contact mother. Suddenly surprised to see the tip of my foot that was still standing upright.
"M." Mmm." I was silent while thinking about my mother's words.
"Don't think. If you want to play. Just play. Your sister's gonna play anyway, '" he said.
Actually I would love to join them, my screams in my heart. But I'm afraid my father will come back. I will be angry, I thought. But I haven't played in a long time. I always play inside the house, I thought back.
I kept staring at those who ran to and fro. Some play chases, some play marbles, some play toy cars, especially for boys. There are also people playing hide and seek, I thought as soon as I saw it.
Sometimes I see my mother with a glance too. He is sometimes good and sometimes does not make more worried steps.
"Play with your friends! It's another school holiday. Later when your father comes back you will have trouble asking permission to play," he said urging me to play once.
"Mom, I'm afraid I'm angry with you" I said looking down at the ground and a little bit of clean grass.
My mother was suddenly silent. He no longer wants to look at me. He continued to clean the grass.
"You're told to play no. But hold on for a long time standing here," lamented my resentful connection mother.
He got up and picked up a burlap sack to get rid of the grass.
"Liyan, otherwise you just sit there!" tell my mother to point under a fruitful guava tree.
"Don't want 'Mom" I replied. Stand up and cross both hands right in front of me.
"Why? It is not good to stand up. You'll be tired" he said, giving me advice.
Wanting to mix things up, that's how I feel. I still glanced at the children playing.
"Mom, I want to play" I said back after I saw them playing with excitement.
" 'And I said, if you want to play, play! But you're still standing here, "sorry my mother who saw me hesitating.
"Mother, then I play, yes!" I gently said it back.
"Yes, go ! But remember! Don't fall down" he said, warning loudly. "If you fall down, Liyan. Your father will be angry, for sure" my mother told me she was screaming to see me running.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied from afar shouting. Run after those who play.
My mother-in-law I left alone with her busy life.
"Liyan," call those who are further above my age. "You're playing," they said, flabbergasted and astonished to see me.
"Yes, I answered with a gesture to my children .
Today I got that freedom even from the side, which is my mother. I'm so happy that he gave me permission to play while we were off school.
"Liyan, we're one less person," he said.
"For what?" ask me with a tone of voice like a person who is free from confinement.
"Playing bicycles" they said. Glanced at the bicycles that were silent behind them.
I hesitated a little and stared at the bicycle. I think back to myself that I never rode a bike.
"I can't," I replied.
"Why?" tanyakanya.
"Yes, I don't have a bike" I replied slowly mixed with sadness.
"Liyan, that's why you should come. All of you learn," Widia suddenly stood beside me.
I was shocked and turned my whole body to look at the source of the sound.
"I don't dare. I'll fall" I said slowly. Staring at Widia who was holding both of my shoulders.
"Liyan, we're not very good either. But we're not afraid of falling" he said as if he was giving advice in the form of passion.
"But... ." I kept quiet for a short time staring at the bike.
"But what is Liyan? Why do you doubt? If you want to. Come aboard!" pinta Widia urged that I be eaten by her seduction.
I kept still looking at the bicycle standing still. "If I fall I'm afraid" I said staring at the challenging bicycle.
"Liyan, you're not going to get away on your own" replied one of them. "Trust Liyan, you won't fall!" they said too.
I'm getting stronger wanting to try it.
"Liyan, this bike is four-wheeled. You won't fall" Widia said, walking to pick up a bike that was leaning against a tree.
The four-wheeled bike was, finally, put Widia right near me.
"Widia, I'm coming" shouted one of the children who was my age.
"Hey Septiani, are you coming too?" widia said she ran after him.
The deg!
My heart stopped. This whole body feels weak and cold. The face that had looked normal had now turned pale.
"Septiani," I murmured slowly in surprise. Stand up straight and cannot speak. Both feet were embedded in the ground that I stepped on.
"Septiani, who are you here with?" widia asked while pulling Septiani's arm. Followed by me who kept glancing and hearing it.
"I came here by my mother" answered him, who did not look at me at all.
I'm getting cold sweat. Septiani, who no longer likes me, now joins us.
"What are you playing?" tanya Septiani who still glanced at Widia.
"We want to play the bike" Widia replied. Stop right next to the bike right near me.
"Waaaah, the bike is good" Septiani said with a glowing face.
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