The Struggle of a Child
Go on a picnic
The tone of the voice is not happy mother continued us to make the look of my father's face turned instantly into a sad. His face was now visibly uninspired.
My father now looks like a man who was struck by lightning in broad daylight. Silence is like a statue.
"You're always wasting money" my mother told me. "You know that this rented house is due" he said.
"I know. Don't worry if I've set the money aside," my father replied directly. Compiling rantang.
"But you always throw money away. Whenever there's money, you're always spoiling your son. Why go on a picnic now?" ask my mother, surprised. "Not to mention the pocket money of your two children," he continued.
"No fuss and don't think too much. I've kept it. The rent of this house has been collected," replied my father again repeated it with great emphasis.
Our mother continued we were still not willing with her husband's decision. He still threw his red eyes at my father.
"Dad, when are we leaving?" ask sister. Holding dolls.
"Now son," answered my father gently. Walked busy.
"Now Dad?" ask my sister to make sure she gets back. Glanced at me and our extended mother who stood up and was angry at seeing my father who was enthusiastic for a picnic.
"Now you are getting ready! Later we are late," asked my father gently to look at my brother who stood up straight following my father by hugging his doll.
I who sat on the bench stared at them one by one with a huff. On one side of my father who has long wanted to take us on vacation. He looks excited. While Genghis' mother became a surrogate mother for us she was not so happy because again - again the money would run out.
I'm getting this annoyance. The faces of my father and mother today are two different sides.
"Liyan, change your clothes quickly, son!" pinta my father gently as a gesture told me to get up quickly from sitting down.
"Okay, Dad," I answered, getting up and leaving.
My sister who walked first, glanced at me with a hateful look. I who followed him from behind could only look down at the stepping foot once in a while.
"Your son never pleases" my mother said.
"Where do you know?" asked my father in a voice suddenly upset.
"Yes, every time you spend money. Little.., little money, little bit. Never no money!" he said with a high voice.
"You're the same as them. I gave you money too" said my father flatly.
"Yes, but that money goes out a lot just for your son. To go to school, who is sick, go! While I never," he explained.
"Never what ?" ask dad.
"Yes, I can't buy clothes every day. Even though I wanted to buy clothes every day," he said with a tone of voice annoyed mixed.
My father was spontaneously silent while I was forced to stop the steps that would enter the room. The feet had to stop instantly and the hands had to be held in the air holding the curtains, followed by the two netra seeing those who were in great distress.
"You can never give me that much to buy clothes for" she choked.
"But what do you ask me to love" replied my father in a tone of voice that followed his wife's tone of voice.
"But you can't buy expensive clothes" he replied.
The deg!
It seemed like my father was hit by a huge stone throw back so hard that he was mute, like a useless statue.
"You can only buy me cheap clothes" my mother said. Standing with both hands swinging in the air as if she was demonstrating how upset she was to see my father.
"I'm sorry I couldn't buy you the expensive clothes you wanted. But I can only give him that much money" said my father in a soft voice mixed with regret for not being able to be a good head of the household.
Heh! My mother immediately grinned. He laughed sinisterly sounding as if mocking my father with a one-eyed look.
"That's all you could say a long time ago. Sorry, sorry and sorry. Never said anything else," my mother continued.
My father is as bad as someone who can't do anything. He just kept listening to his wife. While I who was still standing cast a gaze staring at the curtains that were scattered covering our room.
"Liyan, why are you standing there?" ask my mother with a loud voice. "You eavesdropping, huh ?" ask her with a sharp look.
I was spontaneously shocked and nervous. I don't know how to. I stared at the floor with a panicked heart.
"Huh? Why don't you answer ?" the question is getting upset.
"No, Mom," I replied. Holding the room curtain firmly.
"Now quickly enter your room!" yells.
My father no longer heard his voice, even to defend me. He was silent and only the clanking of kitchen utensils could be heard.
"Liyan, hurry up, kid, get changed! It'll be noon hunting. And we're in the middle. The day will be hot" said my father saw the spoon he stacked.
"Yes, Dad" I replied. Turning around left them both.
I who had entered the room carrying the clothes I would wear saw my sister who glanced at me cynically.
"Ana, is that your shirt?" ask me slowly. I wish my sister would see me.
My sister remained silent and did not look at all. I was getting embarrassed and turned my eyes to take the clothes I had put on the bed.
His face grew dour after hearing my voice.
"Liyan, Ana hurry, son! We're leaving now" cried my father from the outside calling us both.
"Yes Dad. Wait a minute" said my sister who had prepared.
"Come fast, boy! It will be late afternoon" he replied from the front.
I was rushing to get my clothes buttoned. I was in such a hurry after hearing my father's tone of voice.
"Come on Dad," replied my sister in her sweet yellow ruffle suit and did not forget that my sister was carrying a small bag and doll as well as her hair that was stripped in two wearing shoes that my father had just bought, namely, bear bear shoes are twinned with mine.
"Where's your brother?" asked my father a little busy because he hadn't seen me.
"Yes Dad," I replied in the same outfit after the pink ruffle, complete with a ribbon-colored bucket hat that was in line with bear bear shoes.
"You are beautiful, son," said my father, with Sumringah praising me.
My sister spontaneously changed her face. "Dad so, I'm not pretty" said my sister. Not happy to hear my father's praise.
"Ana, you're so beautiful" replied my father. "The two of you are the most beautiful and kind of Father's Son" continued my father with sparkling eyes. Standing around hugging us both.
My sister was so pouting mixed sourly. He immediately threw his gaze in the other direction.
"Now we're leaving. Let's go, kid!" exclaim my father. Walking in front brings a bushel and other necessities.
"Let's you guys if there don't ask for snacks," said my mother. Glancing at my sister and me. Walk with his bag. "Because there the food is expensive. We don't have money" he said tightly.
Me and my sister who heard it kept quiet and kept going. The shoes we wear are very comfortable and soft.
"Your shoes. Remember not to be broken! We don't have any more money to buy it" my mother told me to be careful with my sister and I.
Our journey has also arrived to the rickshaw. All the picnic equipment has been put my father on his paddle. Everything has been neatly arranged.
"Let's ride!" exclaim my father with a happy heart.
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