The Struggle of a Child
Harden it in my pain
"That's Liyan, are you hurt?" ask my father to ask me a question.
I can only hear it. Standing with half-knee torn clothes.
"Yes Dad," I replied as I squeezed the two fingers I had lost right in front.
Huh!
My father snorted in annoyance throwing random glances while massaging his forehead.
"Liyan, how many times have you told me. You don't play!" my father said in an annoyed voice.
I kept quiet and silent.
"Dad, maybe you're not going to listen to what you're saying anymore" said my sister, who hates me so much right now.
I was shocked and pale to hear my brother so long as it was denigrating me in front of our own Father.
"But I said, Dad said," he continued. "...but Brother broke it."
Not long after I raised my eyes. "Ana, don't accuse, yes!" I said I attacked my sister. Staring at him doesn't like it.
My father was very surprised and wide-eyed to hear my slightly raised voice attacking my sister.
"Liyan, why are you yelling at your sister?" asked my surprised father.
Both balls of my eyes immediately lowered down and looked at the floor with tears in their eyes.
"You're wrong. Still is... ." My father did not continue what he wanted to say and quickly closed his mouth tightly.
"Dad, Brother is now fighting back" said my sister who did not want to defend herself today. He added more and more spice to my father's wrath so that my father rebuked me more like before.
My sister was very unhappy with the attention I was getting right now from our father. He wanted that attention back he got so he lightly rubbed my nettle in front of our dear father.
"Dad, as long as you've loved Brother. He was getting more and more wandering, Dad," continued my sister who was still standing next to him right opposite me.
"You're Liyan. I've started to argue against what you're banning" my father said back as he opened his hat.
I could no longer stand up because my knee had just been hurt. I really want to drop this body so that this knee pain subsides a little. But I didn't do it because the conditions were not possible. My father is currently angry with me. If, I dare to sit down I will definitely get a punishment beyond reason.
"Newly healed. Lunch is gone playing! Until your sister looks for you!" hardik my father with great emphasis. Stand up straight with the anger he wants to throw at me. "If only your sister didn't know your feet hurt. You're gonna cover it up, aren't you?" asked my father as if he knew that his daughter was very clever and could keep any secrets from him.
"Yes Dad is the same as yesterday. The one that threw the ball!" my sister reminded me of a light speech. My sister seemed to accidentally open it again so that our father remembered and increasingly confined me at home.
It's not easy to fight my sister who has the protection of our dear father. My father had indeed kept his affection distance to my sister so that my sister would not be more spoiled when she grew up.
"Liyan, you have disappointed me," my father said in a regretful tone of voice. "How long has your sister been looking for you" she told me to have a little sympathy for my sister.
"Yes Dad. I was long ago looking for Brother until my feet were tired," welcome my sister explained it with her spoiled tone.
My tears were growing when I heard my father and sister.
"Dad! I just wanted to play for a while" I said in a slow tone of voice and was a little nervous considering the incident that made me late to go home.
"Then, why did you come home so long ?" ask my father who already knows why I came home long ago.
I was silent not answering.
"Sister's going down, Dad," continued my sister who clearly knew the wound on the knee.
The deg!
"That's all your work. Play must fall?!" my father said with regret. "Eat him, I'm lazy to see you when you go home to play, '" he continued silent for a few seconds. "...if it doesn't fall.., it hurts!" repelled.
I glanced at my father from the tail of the eye. My father was very pias mixed with a sharp look at me who looked down. I also glanced at my smiling sister happily looking at our father who was scolding me back.
His laughter was more satisfied mixed with the pleasure of seeing my face that looked down in fear.
Sometimes I move to stretch the stiff muscles due to standing.
"Dad, you don't have to play anymore" said my sister. "...if Brother will often fall. She's gonna be sick, Dad?!" he continued to advise our father.
Our father immediately shook his head as if he was weighing what my sister had told him.
"That's a good fit! Your brother doesn't have to play anymore" our father replied nodding. "You should be at home. Let's not fall" he said firmly. "From now on you're back, like you can't go out of the house anymore" he said loudly banning me.
Glek !
I was shocked to hear it while gulping roughly. Both eyes were staring at the pus mixed with tears that welled up. The gaze covered by tears was so blurry staring at the floor.
"Dad, I'm sorry it won't fall again" I said in a soft tone of voice. Stand withholding the sore leg.
"Aren't you sure that's a lie, Dad?!" reply to my sister as if she was pointing at me. If I hear from his words.
It's sad to be disappointed that I feel right now. Tears are no longer useful to attract the sympathy of our dear father. Today the game of bicycles does make me even worse back in time that is, again imprisoned at home.
"So, I'm starting to know when you can't leave the house again?" asked my sister who was very happy to hear I was restrained.
"From today," our father replied straightforwardly.
"From today Dad," greeted my sister in a happy and happy tone of voice.
The deg!
I still bowed with a tight breath. Raising my gaze a little at my sister's reaction made me curious.
He was so happy as it turned out. His lips were immediately knotted thinly with a cunning face.
"Dad, but we had a long school holiday" I said in a voice asking for her to take out the words she had just said.
"So, if you've had a long holiday, why ?" ask my father casually. It sounded in my ear that it wasn't that important to him.
"Bored, Dad at home continues," continued my sister as if to insinuate me who chimed in on my father's speech as a gesture to tell our father that I did not receive at home continue.
"When you get bored at home. Go out and don't go home!" threaten my father out loud.
The deg!
I was stunned again and could not believe that my father was that easy to say. My mind is getting raging. It's becoming a threat to me. If I'm a little wrong I will definitely get a heavy punishment from him.
"No need to go home, Dad," said my sister gaping to hear him and dumbstruck.
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