The Struggle of a Child
Arrive at the night market
"So, if I may know. Where are we going tonight ?" ask my contact mother. Stand up.
My father seemed to think after he heard the question by his wife. His two eyeballs, followed by his right and left hand, held us tightly.
"If you don't answer it means you still have doubts about your decision" he said calmly. He turned his body back and locked his closet.
How about tonight we go to the night market too" my father said. Glancing at his wife.
"Daddy's night market?" ask us curious.
"What was the market that night, Dad?" ask my sister to know. Raising my head half-slant at my father. Sitting on his lap.
"The market that night was a place for children's games" answered my father happily. Staring at me and my brother who was still on his lap.
Our mother continued to moan more and more and took a deep breath. "So, tonight we're leaving?!" repelled. Glancing at My Dad.
"Yes" answered my father.
"If you want to go. Eat first!" the door was slow with a tone of voice restraining the annoyance.
My mother continued us and my father rushed to the kitchen to prepare food.
"Now we eat first. Before we leave" said my father, putting down the dishes.
"Yes, Father" we answered. Sit sweet cross-legged on the mat.
"Eat it not for long. Later tonight," said our mother.
"Later if we get raining last night," continued my father. Put a teapot and glass.
"Dad," but it's not raining" I said. Glancing towards the door looking out.
"Dad, why are the glasses only three?" ask sister. Distract my father from me.
"Ana, that glass of yours! This glass of Daddy!" reveal dad. Take a glass from the top of his desk.
"Already, already, already. Don't tell me anymore. Finish your rice!" exclaimed our mother who devoured her food until it ran out.
After that my sister and I ate the food greedily. This delicious meal we spent without the slightest residue.
"Feel Dad well" I said gently. Sipping a drink located near me.
"Yes. I'm also surprised that I've seen you all go on" replied my father. Staring at the two of us was moved to enjoy a very simple meal and what it was. Placing glass.
"Not that either. You must be starving, right?" timpal, you keep us. Glanced at the two of us and asked. Staring at us who eat like a child who never eats.
My sister and I looked at each other. "Yes, ma'am" I replied. Dropped in shame as if I was again caught off guard by her.
My father also seemed to be in a hurry to arrange the dishes that no longer contain. He was busy cleaning everything. While the mother kept asking about our belief in going away or not being seen still gulping down the drinking water she had poured back into her glass.
"You forget that tonight you have to teach first" said the mother continued us in the midst of him who was sipping his drinking water.
"Oh-ho!" I was surprised and put the fingers on my forehead. "Yes" I said. Stopped and turned around to see my father taking care of the kitchen.
"I don't want to pay a salary" my sister refused with a small mutter.
I who heard it immediately raised my eyes towards him.
"Yes, Dad. We taught first, right? Just left?" said ask. Offending my sister directly.
"Yes, Son. It's a good thing you reminded Liyan," my father replied in gratitude. "Alhamdulillah, it turns out that this Father's Son has grown up and has dared to remind his Father if he forgets," he said with a happy tone of voice and face.
"But Dad didn't scold us, did he, Dad?" my sister asked. It was as if he remembered my father's habit of always providing objects to bully us when we were out of focus. Holding and playing with the doll and standing at the door.
"Ana, are you wearing shoes?" ask my father to quibble from my sister's question. With a tone of voice and face my father was astonished. Seeing my sister's two feet wearing shoes and socks.
"Ana, bring your I'qro' here. Wait what else!" exclaim my father firmly.
"Yes Dad" replied my sister slowly. Take off his shoes.
While our connecting mother also took an empty place for her to pray while my sister who walked up her eyes glare at our connecting mother who suddenly made her look astonished.
"Sholat?" his small mutter asked in wonder at himself seeing our surrogate mother suddenly wearing a mukena.
My brother is like a fool seeing him as well as I am. I was, astonished to see it.
"Ana don't daydream!" my father shouted to rebuke him.
My sister sat down with me tonight. We both studied with our own studies. The sound of hijaiyah letters was heard as usual.
"Good, Son. Tonight is good all the letters and tomorrow your brother will take his studies to the Qur'an," said my father was happy.
"Alhamdulillah," continued our completed surrogate mother and folded her face. "Tonight we can go" he said. Walking keeps mukena.
"Dad, I'll change clothes, yeah!" brother says. Run for new clothes.
My father just smiled at my happy sister. "Liyan, don't you change your clothes, too?" tanyakanya.
"No, Dad," I answered with pleasure because I can wear my beloved clothes today. the red flower clothes are combined with a beautiful black embroidered lace with a rose-shaped petal on both arms.
"Now we're leaving. Come on, what are you waiting for!" said mom connect. Stand with her beautiful dress and her hair half-shoulder.
My sister and I were happily holding my father's hand which was already rough and slightly wrinkled.
The four of us walked to where my father's rickshaw was kept.
"Dad, the night market, good not the game ?" aska I want to know. Grasping my father's right hand.
"Enak, son," answered my father. Walk straight to see the road that passes.
"No call, Dad?" ask my sister again with her face. Grasping my father's left hand.
"Yes, son," replied my father directly.
"Surely you will be happy there" said our aunt, who walked to my father's right beside me. "There, there was a horse fight, there was a train, there was a ball bath and so much more" he continued happily telling us.
I am so happy tonight so much joy and happiness and warmth that intertwined after a long time disappeared.
My father's tired tight face every day looks so happy now. The contact mother who has been so tough on us. Tonight was so good that I never seemed to feel that our surrogate mother was already tough on me. Another with my sister who has hated me lately. Well, tonight it's like I've never felt that hatred. I didn't even know that my relationship and hers had been broken.
"Dad, take a look! Waaah, the game is a lot," I shouted happily. Twisting this tiny body looking around.
"Yes, Father is a horse" said my brother happily pointing towards the rotating horse.
"Dad, I want to ride it," said my sister. Pointing propellers.
"Dad likes to ride that too, son," replied my father in a happy tone of voice. "It's a game that I love from childhood" continued my father sumringah.
"Liyan, why are you quiet? You sick ?" ask my contact mother. Rebuking me from behind.
"No, ma'am," I replied slowly. Then mute again see the high propeller.
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