The Struggle of a Child
Finished playing
"Yes, ma'am" I replied. I still watch my father and sister play.
"Good," he replied.
From far away I saw my brother and father finished and they were seen walking towards where my mother and I were. Where we were sitting stretched my tense and self-soothing muscles from the recent minor trauma.
"Dad, the sand is many times and the water is cold" said my sister pleased with the tone of the voice a little loud to my ears.
"But you're very difficult to ride" my father explained. Open the bag and take the clothes.
"Now change your clothes quickly. Later we're late to go home," mother told us. Opening rantang.
My father and sister then went to bring clean clothes to change. They both look very familiar. I was so amazed to see such a strong father become the best parent for us.
"Liyan, here's your plate and here's the rice. Eat first! Do not look at your father and sister, just" said my mother to me while glancing. Put the plate in front of me.
"Yes ma'am," I replied instantly turning my eyes away from the two of them. Take the plate located.
"This is your favorite side dish, fried chicken," he said putting a piece of chicken into the dish.
"ordained. Don't throw it away!" said it. Get up and stand with water to wash your hands.
"Thank you, ma'am" I replied, shouting loudly. Raise your head to see a running mother.
I also did not forget to do, as my mother did, that is, bring my bottle and wash my hands.
"Wash your hands clean! You're a very sensitive boy. Easy to get sick," he said. Glanced and passed leaving me first.
"Yes ma'am," I replied directly. Wash your hands according to her advice.
I opened the bottle slowly and washed both hands thoroughly.
"Dad, the clothes are so pretty" said my sister happily praising the clothes she was wearing. I heard it from behind my back.
My father was so happy to hear my sister praise the clothes she bought for my sister. I who turned my body saw the two of them telling stories while walking, happy too.
My father smiled happily hearing my little brother was already good at praising.
"Dad, I like to wear it" said my sister .
"Why Nak!?" ask my dad to be curious.
"Because I haven't worn new clothes in a long time" said my sister.
The deg!
My father was a little silent staring at the nanar looking straight . She seemed sad to hear the honesty from my sister's mouth. I still saw them then walked away from the place where I washed my hands.
"Liyan, are your hands clean ?" ask my mom who is enjoying her food.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied directly. Put a drinking bottle on the mat right near me. Glancing at my sad father.
"Now eat your rice. You must be starving, right?" ask the contact mother who is my friend at this time to enjoy a delicious meal.
"Dad, I'm hungry" said my sister. Raising my head to see my father, followed by his right hand holding my father's right hand.
"Don't be afraid, son. We'll eat, then" said my father. Sweet knots see my sister's happiness.
My father and sister who walked on and on I looked while bribing rice into the mouth for a mouthful. What they were talking about sounded clear to my ears. Although a little faint mixed with wind. I looked back down to see the rice that my mother had served and enjoyed the fried chicken and rice with great voracity.
"Waaah! I have fried chicken" said my sister happily. Dropped his little body sitting on the mat.
I who enjoyed my meal reflexively raised my gaze slightly glancing at my sister. Even the rice that was in front of me chewed slowly in my mouth.
"It's special I cook for you and for your brother" replied my father flatly. Take the plate and put the rice and fried chicken into the plate.
"This is enough, son?" ask my father . Sliding the plate in front of my sister.
"Quite Dad," my sister happily replied. Sitting neatly beside the father who loved him the most.
"Don't throw it away, yeah !" ban the contact mother we confirmed.
My sister completely ignored the words of the connecting mother who sat right in front of us.
"Dad, check this out! This is what Dad is?" ask sister. "Why is the meat a lot, Dad," said my sister swinging a piece of fried chicken into the air looking at it carefully. "All Dad's flesh has no bones" he continued.
"That's his chest, son," answered my father. Seeing my brother and eating the rice my father had taken.
I who had seen my brother and father immediately dropped my gaze down to see the rice half again in the plate.
"Always your son is all you notice" mother grumbled. Putting a hand wash in front of my father.
My father's face instantly turned into pias. He continues to serve my spoiled and chatty sister.
The vacation my father had planned for so long now was over. We're done on vacation.
"Quick stack everything!" pinta mother continued we told us to hurry immediately. "That's not Liyan there! But here!" my mother explained while teaching us how to structure it.
"Seek one-one. It's been in or not all in the bag," continued my father who watched us compile it.
"This one where is Dad ?" ask my sister to pack. Putting dirty clothes in plastic.
"Dad if this one?" my many. Waving a handbag into the air as a gesture showed my father.
"Just put it in the other plastic," mother's pinta connect us directly. Compile all the bushels and buttoning bags located on the mat.
We were each busy arranging all the picnic equipment.
"Liyan, carefully put it on the rickshaw" said my father. Roll up mat. "Don't put it carelessly will fall and all become slovenly," said my father firmly.
We all worked together until no one was left behind. The bag that was placed on the rickshaw was already neatly barked. The mat that my father rolled did not forget he stacked on a rickshaw exactly on top of the tent. I put it right next to the bag. So did the dirty clothes put my sister also on the tent right next to the mat.
"My dirty clothes I put here, yeah!" said my sister asked for permission.
"Yes Nak. Careful for the fall!" my father shouted reminding.
My father was relieved too. Finally, everything was finished smoothly. Our contact mother who did not like the plan is now a little smile because a little bit he also enjoyed this simple picnic trip.
"Hows it? Can we go home now?" ask dad. Seeing us one by one.
"could. Anyway for what else long here," replied our connecting mother who had prepared to carry her handbag .
"Liyan, Iris. None of your stuff is left behind, is it?" ask dad. Check around.
"No dad" we answered.
"We go home directly ?" ask my mom to my dad. Standing by looking at me and my sister.
"Yes, it's almost afternoon. I'm afraid that we'll be last night and it'll suddenly rain" replied my father. Take the rickshaw out of the parking lot.
My brother and I walked away from them. Standing waiting outside the parking lot stared at the two of them from afar who were slightly clashing.
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