The Struggle of a Child
Crying in the pain.
"Your mother couldn't have said that" said another.
"That's just your essay!" connect them.
"You don't accuse me, yes ! You know, my father, he's a fierce man" Septiani said.
"Mana's ban from my father," said another challenging Septiani.
Lukaku is getting worse. Tears kept pouring down both cheeks. My clear eyes now look red.
"How is this?" ask Widia worriedly. Ignoring the Septiani who wanted to attack continuously.
"Yes, I was also afraid of Liyan," they said, followed by two glances of red and puffy eyes staring at those who seemed to be deliberately reminding me of my father.
At a glance without limits I immediately imagined the face of my father who was twilight and tight. I was getting panicked and worried when that face flashed.
"Liyan, we'll take you home" said Widia who was still checking my wounds. "I'm afraid that your father will scold you" she said.
I kept shaking with the tears that kept flowing.
"Yes Liyan," said the other friend, waving a hint of fear.
Huhuhoo!
I screamed more and more in my heart withstanding the agonizing pain.
"I can go home by myself!" I said with a soft voice mixed in.
Widia and the others, now can not linger anymore. Septiani who pushed deliberately smiled evilly at me who was helpless.
Meanwhile, the others also saw Septiani who could do me that much. It looks from the tail of my eye.
"Liyan, your wounds are clean" said Widia who cleaned the remains of others.
"But you don't expect this to heal Liyan straight away" said another.
I looked up at him who said.
"Yes Liyan. My mother said it could be an infection" she said, helping Widia clean up a little more.
My eyeballs swirled around looking at her hands and Widia's hands gently clearing my knees.
"Widia, I go home first, yeah!" another word said goodbye.
"Yes, thank you, yes," Widia replied. Look at him while taking out the leaf litter.
"Liyan, I'm saying goodbye, yeah!" said it. Looking at my wounds and me so that both of our eyes meet a look.
"Widiaaah!" shouted the voice of a man whose voice was almost similar to that of my father.
Suddenly I saw Widia's hand that was gently treating the knee stop instantly.
"Dad," he said stammering with panic and worry. A leaf was thrown directly in any direction. "Dad," he said leaving me and standing right to my left.
His face was so scared as if he was like a person who made a grave mistake.
"Well, you're here, huh?" snapped the man beside Widia. Stand up.
His father saw me and I saw him too. The man whose age is not far from my father's age is he who is always feared and followed by Widia every order that is, his own father, Mr. Supi.
The man seemed annoyed to see me, seen from the look in his eyes that met the look of me.
"How many times have you said, don't be friends with this kid again!" said Pak Supi squealing in the ears loudly.
He also did not hesitate to hit Widia with a twig that he took. "Every time you say, don't be friends with him!" his father said it was getting louder.
Widia and I who were close to each other felt panicked and shifted a little.
"Now let's go home !" his shout violently pulled Widia's arm, followed by her left hand holding a twig.
I saw him getting crowded. Widia, who was very scared, kept quiet following her father's wishes as well as Septiani, who was glued to see her, followed by other friends who were still with me.
"I am so, afraid to be friends with Liyan," continued another.
"Yes, I'm afraid I'm angry with my father, like Widia is." They glanced at me with a gaze full of dislike.
"I told you. Don't be friends with him" Septiani disappeared.
"Yes, he's right" they said alternately nodding.
I'm getting cornered between my friend and my father. They disappeared from before me.
Now I am alone with all the suffering that hit me with satisfaction. After they disappeared one by one I also took the initiative to go home immediately.
The sick leg backfired for me this continued to stumble. Knees that hurt and can not be bent or straightened make me more panic and anxious.
"Sir, what is Brother? Not home yet!" my sister's screaming looks really angry. "So don't listen, what? Dad's at home angry because Brother hasn't come home yet" my sister said.
I who dragged both legs felt uncomfortable with my sister's babble.
"Ana don't yell and don't make a fuss. It's the way," I said, holding a sore knee.
My sister kept quiet she kept veering towards our house path. The small flower trees swayed to and fro following the direction of the gust of wind.
"Because Brother, I'm no longer in love with Dad," my sister grumbled in annoyance.
I was getting depressed when I looked down at my sore knee. His dried blood was no longer so dripping that he could think of tricking my father.
This wound must not be visible to my father, I thought. I'm looking for the right reasons along the way.
"Liyan, why aren't you home?" asked my father to stand by holding both his waist.
I who was standing right behind my sister shifted more straight following her so that my face and my father's face were not visible to each other.
"Liyan, get out the back of your sister!" pinta my father firmly.
I slowly shifted while enduring the pain. I felt cold and as strong as possible I endured the pain as well.
"Liyan, I haven't come home from work yet but you've gone somewhere?" my father said strict questions to me.
My brother and I just kept quiet.
"Here you!" my father said resolutely telling my sister to stand next to him.
My sister also heavily steps following my father's orders.
"Where did you meet your brother?" my father said ask.
"Play Dad," my sister replied briefly. Then silence again.
I who stood before my father looked down at the ground. I slightly raised my glance at my father and looked around for my contact mother. My father's getting mad and hating to see me.
"You've repeatedly said don't play far. If Dad calls you, you don't hear !" my father said with great emphasis.
It seemed like the look in my father's eyes was so agile looking at me that it gave him a little deep suspicion.
"Why are your eyes so big?" asked my father with a curious face.
"Dad Brother is hurt," my sister replied directly cutting off what I wanted to say.
I who stood alone in front of my father gaped because I did not speak.
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