The Struggle of a Child
Bilah River
"Wagon wagon?" I ask myself with a cry.
"That's a wagon tire" my father explained.
"Dad I want to ride it," I said pointing towards the high-ranging tires all the way up, followed by a glancing eye toward my father who was walking.
"You want to ride that, son?" ask my father happily. "Yes Dad," I replied with excitement. A little run behind my father followed him.
"Let's! Do you want to come too?" ask dad. Stop and look back right at my sister.
"No" replied my sister. Throwing a look in the other direction. Pouting mixed with sebal.
My father was straight down. He seemed to lose his spirit of life.
"Dad, come! I'm going up on that, "I pulled my father's arm.
His long legs also stepped through the rock road that we passed both. As I walked I glanced around. A little I was flabbergasted to see the pamphlet that was plastered on the entrance.
"Daddy is the name of the river ?" my many. Swinging his forefinger into the air pointed at the large reading plastered at the entrance.
My father also reflexively turned his head. "Yes Nak! It was the name of the river," replied my father explaining in a happy tone of voice.
"Bilah River," I muttered stunned.
I then followed my father's slightly toned steps pulling my arm to play the tire on the river.
"Dad, is the river inside?" aska I want to know. See the flowing river.
"Sure in dong, son," The river is usually very deep. And many people were washed up in the river" my father explained.
"If Dad's kids?" my question is getting curious.
"Kids moreover," replied my father. "Those who are small and not good at swimming don't try to play in the river!" my father said to give advice.
I was stunned to check it out. My father was so happy to remind me that I was being more careful.
"Eat him if later Daddy's son goes to the river be careful, yes!" pinta my father with full hope. Glancing and holding my hand.
"Yes Dad," I said. Stop and wait for my dad to pick up the tyre he gave me in line.
My eyeballs don't stop. He continued to look around enthusiastically. I was very surprised to see around the Bilah river which is a little simple there are only palm trees lined up on the side of the road that is used to pass. On the other hand there are also some tall and large trees growing among the palm trees and other small trees visible.
This river is not as beautiful as other picnic spots. But I am very happy because my father has tried hard to make us happy, even though it was not accepted by my sister and mother.
They were very upset and disappointed to see a place that was not what they expected.
"Liyan, come here son !" It's about to be late in the afternoon" called my father a little loudly waving into the air.
"Yes Dad" I answered immediately.
Baugh's!
The tyre was put by my father by throwing it on the water.
The tires are located on top of the flowing river. The tire seemed to be moving around funny. The tire made me gawk and tingle to see him dancing on the water.
"Liyan, careful! Don't move too hard. You will fall in" said my father, who was holding the tire I was riding.
"Dad, but if I fall. You're here, '" I said, looking at my father and occasionally seeing the moving water carrying me and the tires I had.
I'm so funny to see it. The tire so tickled my heart that I forgot the twinkling of the twisting eternal.
"Dad, there are so many children" I said . Look up at the bridge.
"Yes they play here a lot" my father replied. Pushing the tires I was riding.
The river that was cold water kept me playing with my hands. Feet that swing into the river water are very pleasant kicking the water like a ball.
"The father of the water is cold" I said happily to my father as if I told him I was very happy playing here.
"Like Ayaaaah," I replied happily saying her name long and long.
"But your sister doesn't want to come with us here" said my father. Glancing at my sister from far away.
I also raised my eyes to follow the eyes of my father who saw my sister.
"Dad, just call Ana here. He would, of course" I said, persuading my father.
The father in front of me was silent for a moment looking seriously at my sister. It was as if he was listening and weighing what I said.
"But then. You play satisfied son," said my father. Keep pushing the tires I was riding. "Later if your sister wants to be sure she comes here," he said indifferently.
I went back to playing cold river water. The flowing water I occasionally took with my palm and drenched my face with glee.
The river flowing. There were also some people who came to play as well. They are just like me playing tires and also ride the boat available for visitors who want to sail around the river.
I was so amazed to see it. "What is that dad?" aska I want to know. Pointing in the direction I saw.
"That's my boat, son" replied my father. "If we want to know this river, what we should ride it like," he said. Glance at the boat that is parked neatly.
"Well that, Dad?" I asked with a gawk.
"Dad it's expensive isn't it?" manya.
"That's expensive, son," replied my father who carried me around the river.
I looked at the other kids. They are very lucky to have a mother who is very fond of and also have a sister who is familiar with her brother.
Bilah River which is wide and wide is more pleasant to taste. My father was more fun to take me to and fro with the tires I was riding.
"Dad, I want to follow along, too" my sister's screams called out to my father.
My father and I turned to the source of the voice.
"You wanna come, son?" my father asked my brother who was standing up.
"Yes" replied my sister directly.
"You guys don't take long. Later in the night," cried our mother, standing right behind my sister.
My sister ran straight to my father. The road that was plastered to enter the river was passed through.
My father also pulled the tire I had raised to the riverbank. Then my father boarded for a bit to greet my sister after he told me to get off the tire for a bit.
"Dad, why'd you stay here so long?" ask my sister while hugging her.
"Dad's waiting for you. You must want to play too, right?" my father said with a veil of his face trying to tempt my sister to let go of her.
Hehehe ! My brother laughed embarrassedly at my father.
My father took my brother and put him on a tire that was still on the river.
"You don't stay long, yeah!" I shouted, I kept us from far away. Sitting on a mat that is spread out on the ground.
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