The Struggle of a Child
Night market
The quiet road we went through broke the silence of some riders who passed.
"Son, we've arrived. You guys get down and then rest. If anyone wants to take a shower. Please shower!" dad said. Glancing at us who came down brought a bushel. Followed by his hands align the rickshaw lined up neatly with the wall.
"Dad, aren't we playing tonight?" my sister stood holding a rantang.
"Where else, by the way ?" ask mom to connect. Standing up while folding both of his hands over his chest. Turning his gaze to the right and to the left saw me, my brother and my father alternating.
My father was a little nervous and turned his gaze back to look at the parked rickshaw.
"Not yet" replied my father. "If there are no obstacles tonight we will go out again" he replied. Bringing bags into the house.
My brother and I were still outside playing. I'm very happy because today is the first day we've been together after such a long time.
Even since my mother died my father was always busy and never thought about spending time with his children.
"Exit again?" said my mother to me with annoyance raised a question to my father. "You'll know our economic situation is not very good" he said.
"I just want to make my two children happy while I'm alive" my father said. "That's not too often either" he said.
I stood up and listened to their ongoing debate.
"Dad, I want to play" I asked in a soft tone of voice mixed with a little fear of cutting their debate. Standing up raising my head looking at my father.
Huh!
I took a deep breath hearing my father and mother's conversation that happened earlier.
"Son, where are you going?" ask dad. Staring at me with an inquisitive face.
"Get out, Dad," I answered briefly. Standing by my Mickey Mouse bottle.
"Old?" ask my mother directly. Raise your head and nod.
I squeezed the bottle strongly.
"I don't know, Mom," I replied slowly. Look straight down towards the floor.
"Later you play a long time and do not know the way home," continued my contact mother. Take out the bag.
"But, just playing, son," continued my father from behind me. "We just got back" he said.
"Yes, Dad, but I want to play" I said. Glancing at injured knee .
"Liyan, your leg just got hurt. How will it be there if you fall again?" my father said worriedly asking. Standing right in front of me, I saw my knees.
I shut up and looked down to hear the anxiety he was giving me.
While my mother still brings out the contents of the bag, namely, clothes and pants that are still clean and store them in the closet. Shut up and look back precisely at me who was standing behind him.
"Dad if I could, yeah!" my sister said asking for permission. Hugging doll.
"Ana, if your brother is not allowed, neither can you" my father said sternly. Swinging the index finger in the air right at my sister as a signal forbade us from getting out.
My little lips were immediately shredded forward. A little disappointed with my father because he is not as different as he has been, that is, it is still hard to allow us to play outside.
"Liyan, if it's banned. No more whining to play out," my mother said screeching. Store the bag into plastic and put it on top of the closet. "Your feet are sick. Still want to play out. Just there you were overwhelmed to walk changing clothes," he said.
While my father was sitting casually sipping water while listening to the chatter of my mother who was happy to comment on what we did.
Another case with my sister who did not listen to the chatter too much. For my sister, the babbling of our mother is a word that comes out that does not benefit.
"Dad, if I'm out messing around. I'm not sick, really," said my brother with a face vehemently convinced that he would not fall. Seeing my father sitting alone still enjoying a cup of mineral water.
"Ana" said my father, putting down the glass. " I'm sure you won't fall, son. But I was afraid that you were running around with your friends and you ended up falling" said my father. "Because your brother used to say that too. Butwhat? He fell, didn't he?" my father explained it.
While my close mother who still looks busy, did not chimed in what my father said in the slightest even with a word.
My father was a little silent staring straight out the door. "How about we go out again tonight?" ask my father slowly. The gazes looked at us one by one.
We were surprised to raise our heads with both eyes wide. Glanced left and right with a face full of question marks.
"You Daddy. I'm serious, aren't I?" I said I asked her happily.
"Dad, don't lie, do you?" asked my brother to approach my father cheerfully.
My mother connected me directly. "So, you're going out again tonight, huh?" his screeches. Standing around, followed by his hands holding the clothes he wanted to keep in the closet. "There is no money. Tonight out again!" gerutu.
"They haven't taken me for a long time" my father said, hugging me and my brother.
"That's because we don't have any money" she said, putting the clothes she had in her closet. "Try us like people. Have a lot of money, the house does not contract and work brother does not bring a rickshaw. Surely we can take a walk every day," said mother continued us.
I immediately raised both eyes to see my father deliberately holding us. My father, his face is so sad I see. He carries a heavy burden of life. His face was now implied deep when I saw him. I saw our mother keep raving all over.
"So, later if suddenly Brother's son is sick. Surely the money will run out again?! The reason is that my son is sick.., my son is sick," our mother continued.
My father just flinched in silence and glanced at me and my sister. So did my sister who sat on my father's lap and me too. The three of us looked at each other one by one, sitting down.
"Both of my children have not had my warmth and affection fully since I got married. And they, too, have not been getting affection from his mother for a very long time" said my father complained that he had been quiet.
"So, you really want to go tonight?" ask mom to keep us up with enthusiasm.
My father just kept quiet and glanced at his wife. My father occasionally sighed and threw it away violently.
"Sir, miss, miss!" My father clucked at the nagging of his wife. "You are a badass. Only today we take a walk outside you have objected," said my father in a regretful tone of voice.
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