The Struggle of a Child
Picnicking
"Liyan, are you coming in?" I asked her to whisper in my ear. Glancing at the door of the house.
"L-yes, Mom," I answered, letting go of a hug.
"Let's take you back," asked my mother to call me. Grasping my hand. Walk towards the door.
I, who was walking with my mother who took my time earlier with her frightening attitude, accidentally glanced at my sister who was standing behind the window.
I who met a glance then turned the gaze throwing in the other direction. Looking at my sister who was looking at me as if she had seen everything from before. But she was completely unwilling to defend because she already hated me too deeply.
I would be sad if it were true. I felt that I was so evil in my own brother's eyes, that he would no longer feel any sympathy for me. Now all I do is just keep swallowing everything myself.
"Liyan, you have to remember. You're not what you used to be" my mother told me and then kept quiet. Walk while holding my hand. "...the one your father loved" he said. Glanced.
I who met the eyes of my mother-in-law looked at her fixedly while looking at the movements of her lips that spoke.
"You don't know that your dad is angry, do you?" he said ask me again.
I feel like I'm locked up. The footsteps felt like they were wrapped around an invisible rope. The attack from the mother continued and the hatred from my sister further confine my pleasure.
The foot that has entered this house also stepped in with the left leg that is still running behind following the right foot. Followed by the hand that was still holding my mother and this glance also looked towards my sister who was still looking at me hatefully from behind the shutters.
The wide open shutters bore witness to my sister's hatred for me.
"Liyan, you drink first! It seems you're thirsty" said my mother who picked up the glass on my father's table. "Your lips are dry" he continued. Pouring water into a glass. "You don't like drinking mineral water, do you?" his question beckoned for me to answer.
"Yes ma'am" I replied directly.
Drinking water that was fully filled in the glass I took and then I put it on the table.
"Drink, especially!" ask him with insistence that I drink soon.
I was a little nervous when I saw my mother changing every second of her attitude.
I slowly sipped the water with a heavy heart. The water immediately soaked my dry throat from crying and endured the fear of getting hurt feet.
"Other times, if the drink is sitting!" reprove my father.
I was surprised too. The water I drink is now stuck in the middle of my throat
Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!
I choked and coughed at the high shadow suddenly standing near the middle door between the kitchen and the living room.
"Drink shall not stand," said my father with the glare of his sharp eyes. "Drink should sit. Because the Prophet drank it never stood up" my father explained. "...and in the doctor's office drink it is recommended to sit," he said. Standing glanced at me and glanced at our connecting mother as if she was telling her also to mother continued us in an indirect way.
"Dad, if we forget it's okay, right?" ask sister. Standing up as if he wanted to insinuate me that he had become the favorite child he had been.
"Yes, Son. If you forget what to do. But we'd better take care, so that we don't forget and try to remember" replied my father gently.
I repeated it again by sitting on my father's bench for a drink.
"So you have to remember. If drinking it must sit in addition to the hadith of the Prophet is also very good for health," said my father.
"What health is Dad?" ask my sister who looks back looking for sympathy from my father.
My father was busy with an unusual job. "Kidney health, son," replied my father.
"Daddy what kidneys can hurt ?" asked my sister to want to know innocently. Standing with her beloved doll held by her.
"Can, son," answered my father. Taking rantang.
I finished my drink and put it back on the table. Listening to my brother and father's conversation. While my mother looks agitated to hear it.
My mother also occasionally sipped the drinking water she poured also into a glass for him and gulped it roughly while standing up.
He did not want to follow and hear what my father said.
"Why are you drinking standing up?" ask my father to our contact mother.
I who was sitting on my father's bench glanced at him and my father who happily explained it.
Suddenly my father was silent to hear it and my brother was getting even more careless to see it. I who watched from the tail of my eyes was very sad to see my father who was never appreciated by my mother.
"Never teach me. I know much more. I used to go to school, too," he continued, harshly and spicyly piercing this ear hole.
My sister who returned me lyrically looked at my mother's back connected with deep hatred.
"Yes if you know," said my father. Turning back his gaze prepared for something that left me and my sister confused.
"Dad, what's that for ?" ask sister. Followed by the two netraku looked towards my father as well.
"This is for rice and side dishes, son," replied my father. Clean the rantang and gloss it with a clean cloth.
"Now we eat there, Dad?" ask my sister with a surprised face.
I was shocked and gawked at my father's answer when my sister asked.
"No" answered my father directly.
"Then what's Dad for?" ask my sister to know more. Walked to my father. That creepy doll she hugged like a mother carrying her child.
"This is for you," answered my father quietly in my sister's ear.
My brother and I were more and more curious about the answer my father gave me in a hanging manner. I who heard it was also carried away by a curious stream as well.
While my mother was in contact with me did not touch her at all. He continued to stare straight ahead by tightening his face even tighter. Sipping a sip of drinking water and occasionally glancing outside as if he was waiting for someone.
"It's for you and your brother" my father explained so my sister wouldn't be confused.
"Dad, why is it there ?" ask my sister more and more to know.
"We want to go on a picnic" my father replied spontaneously.
Gluey! I swallowed spit.
"Horeeeee!" What Dad? We're picnics? Asyiiii!" my sister's screams cheered in excitement as she jumped up and hugged my father. "Dad finally, we go for a walk as well" he said, hugging tightly around my father's waist and his beloved doll.
The deg!
My mother immediately turned her sharp, red gaze toward my father and sister.
I am the one who is happy in my heart to look at our extended mother who pias staring at us. He didn't want to see my father's plan.
"Dad so, when do we leave?" ask sister.
"We're leaving now, son," said my father, smiling to see my brother happy.
"Why should it be now? The next day can?" ask my mother with a surprised voice.
"I know tomorrow I can. But I can't be sure if I'm going home tomorrow, '" my father replied, explaining to his wife.
"You should go home soon!" my mother said, annoyed us.
His face instantly turned sour. He no longer stared at everything flatly. He has now grown pias and puskered over my father's plans.
"You're always wasting money on your son" he said resentfully.
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