The Struggle of a Child
We and the new rules
My sister was a little surprised to hear the new rules issued by our father. He stared straight at the end of my foot.
I who was glued was also mixed with surprise to raise my eyes towards my sister's eyeballs. My sister and I also met with a look of shock to hear it. Can't believe! That's how we feel today.
My sister and I were grappling with all these self-containing questions. Every now and then we both reflexively turned our gazes towards the father who had just said that.
Our father was indeed very outrageous he clearly issued the rules according to his will. Without thinking for a long time, he immediately mapped out what he wanted. The more confused we were, the longer our father gave harsh punishments.
"Dad, that's for Big Brother, right?" asked my sister a little vigil from our father's anger.
"For you too!" reply our father who gave the new rules firmly.
Glek !
Spit went straight through the throat violently looking at the murat of my sister's surprised and slightly pale face.
"For me Father," he said with both eyes wide repeating it again with a face of disbelief.
"So, if you guys play don't come home on time. Then you sleep outside" said my father with great emphasis.
The deg!
I was again struck by the light disclosure of our father coming out so easily that we had no choice but to stay home.
"Dad's okay," replied my sister. "At any rate, before lunch we were home" he said. Glancing at me made my sister and I look at each other.
"It can't be before lunch" my father said.
I'm getting limp. All over this body was like being doused in ice water.
"So...?" ask my sister curiously. Staring at my father.
"Before Dad gets home from work," my father replied to my sister's question. Turning around left us.
Immediately my sister and I glanced open. My sister grunted angrily turning her head to look straight with a veiled face.
Even the pale I heard him go and leave my brother. I dragged these two legs with a little teetering step looking for a new mom who gave me permission to play.
I searched the whole room of the house and around the courtyard. Knees that still hurt trying to hold me back to find a mother who has been a surrogate mother for us.
I turned my eyes around and also saw the grass that had been clean. I was very surprised that the grass that was half clean now no longer exists.
"You're leaving again, huh?" he asked from behind to see me standing outside. I immediately gasped to hear a voice and footsteps coming from behind reprimanding me.
Spontaneously I immediately twisted my body and wanted to know, who was reprimanding from behind?
"Mother," I muttered with a happy face mixed in.
He looked very happy from far away. I, who was standing under a tree sheltering from the scorching sun mixed with the darkening clouds, looked at him questioningly.
I was amazed to see him as if he was keeping a secret.
"Liyan, you just got home?" ask mom to smile for no reason. Holding the burlap sack he used to take out the trash.
I was surprised to hear his question mixed with laughter that did not fit me.
"Yes, ma'am" I answered briefly. Stand under a tree while holding down a sore leg. With a slightly torn canal shirt and I haven't changed the one that flew in the wind.
"You met your father?" tanyanya wants to know. Like detectives.
"Yes" I replied briefly. Look at him with question marks. Stand up and try to firmly hold the injured knee.
"Where is your father now ?" he enthusiastically wanted to know. Walking and looking at me fixedly take a broomstick and put a burlap sack that has been rolled neatly on the side of the wall of the house right he clasped on the wall that was half tenuous.
"It... ! Sweep this first!" he said to put a broom in my hand.
I took the broomstick he gave me.
"You're upset, aren't you the same person?" ask my contact mother to know. Stand up and look behind me.
The deg!
The broom immediately stopped. The legs are still and stand up straight. Instantly I trembled after this hearing hearing the words of the connecting mother who greeted with a crisp.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied slowly. Stand up and hold the broomstick that backs him.
"So the mother who told your father that you were playing" he explained casually. Slowly I turned my body. "...so your father's back. He didn't ask you" he explained. Staring at me who stood up until the two of us met a look. He seemed very happy to say that, I thought. I who was standing with my leg in pain was so enthusiastic that I wanted to listen to him again.
The sack of burlap that was no longer with him. "Your father must have scolded you, right?" his question is getting more probing.
I was still silently pecking with a broom that touched the ground.
"Mom expected it, if you'd been scolded," he said.
I kept quiet listening to him.
"But I forgot," he replied regretfully. "After a new moment I remember. But I don't care what he scolded 'right, Son," he said plainly. This heart-wrenching. I immediately felt as if I wanted to fall to the ground.
My heart is getting sad. The screams increasingly disturbed the serenity.
"So your father said what else? He must have banned you from going out, didn't he?" he returned enthusiastically. Stand up.
I was so sad to hear the mother who became a surrogate mother for us could say that easily.
"Huh, Liyan? What did your dad say?" his insistence asked me again.
I was a little nervous to answer because I couldn't even say it myself, let alone remember it. But because of all this pressure from him. I had to say something I didn't want to accept at all.
"No more going out" I replied. Look at the dried leaves that are located above the ground.
"Then ?" the question is getting curious.
"If we're late to go home. We slept outside" I said.
"Huh?" He seemed surprised as if the look in his eyes said that he was pretending to be surprised. "Haha!" He also laughed. As if he had not even a bit of sympathy. "If you sleep outside. Where do you want to sleep?" he asked with a face that was mocking.
I can no longer speak. The broom I held also wanted to immediately put it on the ground and go from the face of the mother who became a scary figure to make me silent sculpt.
"That's for the two of you or yourself?" the tananya returned to grinning. Staring at me with a sharp gaze and unwilling to switch from before me. I saw him like he was playing around with a poor doll.
The more intense pain enveloped this heart. His words continued to slash for no reason.
"Liyan, why are you quiet?" tanyakanya. "That's for yourself, isn't it?" He brought the gaze closer to my face so that our two eyeballs met face-to-face.
I'm sliced with taste. Tears fall reflexively wet both cheeks until they drip to the ground. Even this little cry, as if it had not been the slightest evocation of his compassion towards my poor self.
"Liyan, don't cry! Your father will hear it!" yells. "Ooh! miss,cik,cik. Come here Mother's Son," he said. Swinging both hands into the air hugged me with her tight embrace that fattened this tiny body. "You don't cry anymore, baby. Good mother's son," he continued with smrik.
I was getting more sultry and agitated wanting to get out of his embrace wrapped around this tiny body getting drowned in a deep embrace.
"Liyan, are you the only one in the law?" tanyanya returned who was still hugging.
"L-yes," I answered softly. Nodding in his arms that made this breath difficult to inhale.
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