The Struggle of a Child
At the picnic spot
"Okay Dad," I replied in a spoiled tone of voice. I went up and sat sweetly on my lap by my mother.
While my sister she had gone up first and sat right next to our mother. The surly face still colors his journey to the picnic spot.
"Liyan, you guys don't be rude!" pinta my father while pedaling a rickshaw.
"Yes Dad" I replied happily. Looking at the clothes that I hadn't worn for a long time after my father bought them.
"What father is there horrified?" asked my sister curiously mixed in worry after my father gave us a little ban.
"No Son. But I'm afraid that you will be hardened and fall down" he replied at length.
"Father calm down we're not hard, Dad," I said in a loud tone of voice mixed with a gust of wind.
"But if Ana, I'm worried" said my father. Glancing at my sister. "Because he's so tough" he said in an anxious voice. Staring straight at the road.
"Dad, I will not be hard, really," continued my sister who sat hugging her beloved doll.
"It's good that you're not hard," she continued, saying spontaneously.
I immediately glanced at my sister after our connecting mother said that. My sister how cute she looks at it. He felt like he wanted to return the words of my father's new wife.
"If you're tough, you won't be found. It was very crowded there" he continued with a flat tone of voice and a cold face.
I listened more and more to what was said by the connecting mother who became our friend at home.
"Daddy still a long time ago?" asked my sister to change the subject. It was as if he was uncomfortable lingering on a bench with our surrogate mother.
"Son, we'll be there soon, really," replied my father bluntly. Pedaling the rickshaw loudly.
"Liyan, you don't play in the water! Later you will be sick too, running out of money to convert you" whispered my mother to my ear. I who was sitting on his lap also nodded slowly mixed with sadness.
While my father and sister are still engrossed in their own busy lives. My brother who was seen playing with his dolls while my father continued to carry his rickshaw carefully avoiding two-wheelers and four-wheelers who overtake the same other vehicles.
While I sat there quietly in the lap of my father's wife.
"Dad if there's a game?" ask my sister to know. Breaking silence.
"Some," answered my father.
"Many not Dad?" I came back after hearing my father's answer.
"The games there aren't too many, son," my father answered briefly.
"If not much. Why are we going there, Dad," said my sister in an irritated tone of voice. It was as if he did not accept what he had heard.
"If you don't want to. You don't have to come. Just wait in this rickshaw!" timpal mother continued us who was uncomfortable hearing the babbling of my sister.
Huhuhuhu !
My sister suddenly cried and made me and my father worried.
"Ana, why are you crying?" ask my dad to panic.
My sister kept crying. He was very sad because of the guidance from our mother.
"Ana you shut up! No cry. We'll be home! You want!" my mother snapped whispering in my sister's ear which I still heard clearly.
I was so anxious and upset to see our super-excessive extended mother.
"Listen Ana, if you want to stay on vacation. You need to shut up" threatened my mother a little.
"Ana, why are you crying son?" ask my father who is panicking and worried.
"Ana, shut up and have your eyes red. Your powder will disappear" I said, persuading my sister.
My father also seemed to be panicking. Even a slightly steep road he just penetrated so that his rickshaw wanted to topple.
"Daddy careful!" I shouted who held firmly on to the rickshaw.
"Yes son," said my father who tried hard to balance his pedicab to survive.
"That's you being too careless," said our aunt who held me firmly.
Our mother turned her head to the right side of the spot where my sister was sitting. "You too! The doll you're worried about," he snapped.
My sister immediately glanced at him sharply mixed in annoyance. I who looked up blinked both eyes looking at him. A strong gust of wind made it very difficult for me to open my eyes.
"Your hair has made my eyes hurt" said the mother who held me in her arms.
The hot road mixed with the gusts of wind made me very thirsty.
"Dad I'm thirsty" I said in a raucous voice holding a dry throat.
"Well, son?" ask my dad to panic. "Liyan, we're going to be here any minute, yeah. Because of the drinking I'm stacking up in the back" said my father. Turn the rickshaw over to the parking lot.
"Now we have arrived. Now come down" my father asked us to come down .
"Well, is this the picnic spot?" ask my sister howling.
"Yes, son," answered my father.
"Why ugly times ?" ask mom to keep us mocking. Looking around with a disgusted face.
The deg!
My father was silent. He felt ashamed for himself for failing to choose a good place.
"I can only bring a picnic here" my father replied to our mother's question and at the same time answered my sister's question which was amazed to see the place.
"Dad, why come here?" ask my heavy-hearted sister to come to him. "There are a lot of mosquitoes here" he complained.
While I was quiet and walking around my father's picnic spot.
"The water is not clean. The place is not pretty. People who come here are just a little," complained mother continued we snorted annoyed. "Can't find a better place" he said with a scathing insinuation.
Standing looking around with jelly.
"This father is called a forest" my brother pointedly said.
"Son, but here too 'there will be people, '" my father explained.
"Yes Dad. Many children also play here," I reply with pleasure to see children my age who are good at swimming and jumping from the top and plunge down. "Why is their father ?" aska I want to know. Pointing children who are racing up the bridge.
"They were swimming, son," answered my father glad to see that I did not protest much like his sister and wife.
"Dad, if I grow up I'd like to be, like that!" my door in awe pointed and saw those who were racing wanted to plunge into the river.
"But it's dangerous, son. If we are not good at swimming," my father explained.
While my sister and mother were just quiet and upset to see the picnic spot.
"Dad, let's go somewhere else!" take my sister with her whining. Pull my father's arm and hug his doll. "There are only palm trees here. And also the water is slovenly," my sister lamented with a sullen face.
"Son, I can only take you guys on vacation here. After all, if we want to take a vacation, there is no need to go to a luxurious and expensive place, which is important, our hearts are happy and we are happy" my father replied.
"Happy ?" peekik mom continued we asked. "You want to be happy how? If the place is this bad. Take look! There is only an oil palm tree, even the seat is not there. Moreover, the water is like that," said mother continued us a little mocking my father's choice of place.
"There's no Dad's game. Just that tire!" point at my sister with a loud voice.
"That's what tire, Dad?" ask I want to know after my sister disputes what she saw.
"That's a wagon car tire," answered our mother, loudly mixed with annoyance.
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Seriate...
Not how long my sister