The Struggle of a Child
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"Dad," asked my sister to pull my father's arm. "I want to ride it!" my sister said pointing the propeller.
My father turned his head around to see me. "Liyan, don't be afraid. It's just a propeller" my dad said. Dropping half of his body in the air looked at me.
"I don't dare, Dad. I'm afraid," I said in a bitter voice mixed with fear. Look at the spinning propeller.
"Dad don't go up, yeah," whined my sister in a suppressive tone of voice. A little upset to see me.
"Dad knows, son," said my father gently. Glancing at my sister.
My sister was silent and no longer whining. He also began to be able to keep his attitude that did not like me in front of my father.
"Liyan, don't be afraid. That's okay, really," our aunt said suddenly, saying the same thing, like my dad. "Mommy used to be the kid who liked to ride it the most" she said with a sigh staring at the spinning propeller. It was as if he remembered his childhood.
"The fear must be thrown away" my father said. Pulling my arms and walking, followed by my legs following in his footsteps.
"You must not be timid, Liyan," greeted my mother who had no fear of her.
With a heavy heart I was forced to drag this leg to follow what they wanted.
The kreerk!
Suddenly I pulled my hand from my father.
"Liyan, why did you take your hand off your father?" ask my mother in surprise.
"I'm scared" I replied directly. Silent sculpting looking up the high hanging propeller. "I'm afraid of falling" I said.
"Dad, if you don't want to do it, Dad," my sister hoped. Raising my head to see my father, followed by his hand pulling my father's arm as a signal to let my father undo his intention to invite me. "We're alone, Dad," he continued.
My father saw my brother too. "Son, we'll go up later, yeah !" her door persuaded my sister that she would give up for me.
"Engga! I want to go up now," my sister said with a frown. Turning his back to my father.
"But your brother doesn't dare" said my father whispering in his ear.
"Dad, just leave Brother here if he doesn't want to come, '" my sister asked. "There are many here. Brother won't disappear" he said. Standing straight behind my father and me.
"If the Liyan doesn't want to. We can't force it" said our aunt, who stands a little away from us.
My father's getting confused. He was constantly silent looking straight ahead. While my sister was impatient to ride a propeller.
"Dad, if that's what it is. Let's just go home!" renuk.
"You always carry your rotten doll," said our aunt, who was upset to see the doll cut off my sister's frequent sulking complaints. "Now, every time you go you always take it," he joked seriously.
The noisy night market due to the voices heard was already mixed with their quarrel. Noisy sound that echoed up into the air was heard loud here. The sound of machines from spinning children's toys is very disturbing hearing. I'm getting saturated here for a long time, I thought.
"Liyan, it won't do you any harm. 'There's still Dad, Mom and my sister. Even wherever we are, son, there is still God to take care of us" my father patiently persuaded me that I might quench fear. "Listen, Son. It's just a little bit of a spin... ." My father kept silent and did not continue.
"It won't be long, Liyan," our mother replied. Stand up and glance at the ticket collection place. "How's Liyan? Has there been a change ?" tanyakanya.
"Dad," called my sister with her spoiled tone mixed with that shriek. Pulling my father's arm and raising my head to see my father. "Later the night market closes," he quipped.
"Already! There's no need to fear Liyan!" said our longtime aunt, who was impatient, riding a propeller with my father and sister. "Now you're brave!" her door.
I kept quiet and looked at my injured knee and it was still hurting. I'm squeezing my clothes to get rid of the fear. Look down and sharpen your hearing, hearing the sounds of feet stepping.
My father disappeared immediately, taking a ticket. The eyes that were mixed with anxiety enveloped this tiny body getting stronger.
"This is the ticket!" My father showed the ticket in his hand to his wife.
"Please be with them! So that we go up" said our mother. Looking up at the spinning propeller at high speed.
Jeglek !
The door of the propeller was closed. My sister and my father and mother and I have sat down and prepared to wait for the propeller to turn.
My body feels so shaky. My heart was getting faster and faster to pump blood so that both my hands felt cold. The propeller we had climbed also slowly turned up and made me freeze even more. I could only remain mingled in anxiety and shock.
"Dad, the propeller has gone up" said my sister with a sigh looking at me who was pale in fear. Cheerfully, he shouted happily. "Yeah, huuuuu! I'm not scared. I like it, Dad. If we can get to the top and stop there," my sister said in a happy tone of voice mixed with a loud empty air.
"Why, Son?" ask my dad to know. Glanced at my sister who was sitting with him.
"I like to look down, Dad," my sister replied.
"I'm afraid Dad" I shouted loudly. Close both eyes tightly.
"Why are you afraid?" ask dad.
"They're too small, like ants, Dad," I explained to him. Close both eyes tightly.
Haha ! Laughter was suddenly heard loudly roaring in the empty air mixed with the wind.
The more frightened I continued to hold my mother's hand firmly. I closed both eyes tightly.
"Liyan, we're not going to fly" ledek my father who was happy to see me hysterically frightened.
I kept closing my eyes while sharpening my hearing.
"Dad, when it's done. We ride this again yeah, Dad," asked my sister gently. It's like my brother pointed at this propeller again.
"We ride the others, son," my father advised. Refused my sister's request.
"Your sister is already frightened" said my mother, who held my hand tightly. "Your brother's hand is cold with fear" he said.
I'm getting riled up considering that this propeller has stopped for a long time. I close my eyes tightly.
"Dad, why are you getting so slow?" ask my sister astonished. Look at the propeller that's about to stop.
I slowly opened both eyes slowly. The eyes that had been tightly closed were so blurry when I saw the people who were milling about in the middle of the night market.
"Come, Son. We're done," asked my father to pull our arms together and walk with him.
"Dad, we play the game again, yes," hoped my sister who enjoyed her night market trip at this time.
"Yes, son," answered my father. Glancing at me made him ticklish. "Liyan, you still want to play again?" ask dad. Pulling her lips a little.
"You Well," I replied directly.
"Waaah, it turns out you're excited too after coming down from the propeller, yes" joked my mother with a crisp.
"Yes, this is by the way Daddy's son wants to play especially. How did that spirit get her answer ?" ask my dad to know.
"Play it, Dad," I replied directly. Pointing the horse that stopped.
"Haah? Horses?" asked my sister in a low tone of voice and an unappetizing face.
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