The Struggle of a Child
Playing horse
"Don't till you get sick Liyan. Because of fatigue" my mother told me.
"If the pain will not be brought by Dad again for a walk, right, Dad?" my sister said ask. Saw my father. Walk with a pitch.
I just kept walking to hear my father and sister talk.
"If Dad says, don't go for a walk anymore. Yes no more walks," said my sister a little loudly. Glanced at me who was suffering from a wound to my knee.
"But if I'm sick I don't fuss, I don't cry" I defended myself. Seeing my brother walking hand in hand with my father. Followed by his left hand holding a puppet.
"Although not cry, but 'kana for Dad run out of money," continued my brother refused my words heard by him.
"You don't quarrel" said my father forbid. "Later to see people. I think they'll be here no matter who's fighting. You guys are embarrassed?" ask my father firmly. Stop and take the money buying tickets.
"How much?" ask dad. Look at the ticket seller from the glass divider that separates their two faces.
" 30 thousand rupiah, sir," he replied from the inside.
My father took the money in his wallet. "Here," said my father handing over the money.
"Thank you sir" said the seller from inside. Submit the purchased ticket.
"Together" answered my father. Receiving tickets.
My father immediately turned his body to pull my arm gently. "Liyan, if it goes up, don't mess around" he said. Walk straight through the path that people go through to ride the horse game I want.
"Remember Liyan, Strong grip. You'll fall and get hurt again" my mother advised. Chasing me with a strong road. "If you fall . You will no longer be able to go for a walk" he explained.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied. "Dad, are the horses tight? Same as before?" my many. Recalling the propeller. Turning his head to look at my father who was taller than me.
"Yes" answered my father. "But if all the children who ride are still small. They're able to turn it around tight, Dad?" ask me to keep a big question mark in my heart. Glancing at my father who was taller than me walked over while holding his hand.
"Eat him, you will have a strong grip" my father said firmly. Look at the horse that is spinning.
"But, Dad. That tight? Why are the little kids riding all up?" connect my sister with the myriad of questions stored in her mind.
"It can be tight and it can't be!" cetus our mother continued who walked together following us from behind.
I was so happy because at last, I had gotten to where I wanted to be.
"Liyan, careful!" my father whispered softly in his ear. "Handle my son!" he said he put me on a horse.
"Dad, mau la," my sister asked to raise both hands high into the air, followed by her right hand holding the doll, as a gesture if she wanted to raise them also on the horse.
"For a moment, son. Your brother first," said my father, neatly arranging my seat. After I finished my father then raised my sister as well. "Well, nice sit down, kid. Don't be rude!" he said he gave a warning.
"Don't look in there!" my mother's chimps we immediately cut my father's conversation. "Be careful! You two are too tough" he said.
"Father daaaahhhh," I shouted happily waving as a gesture to my father who was standing watching us play horses.
"Yeah!" my sister yelled with pleasure as her turn directed her face, which met my father's face.
My father was so happy tonight because he was relieved to see us play with satisfaction.
While the connecting mother stood with my father. He didn't seem to enjoy our happiness at all. He didn't like to see us tonight on the streets by my father.
"Yeah!" call me yelling with pleasure as I look at my happily smiling father looking at our cheer on a spinning horse, like clockwork.
"Son, listen to me! Don't be rude!" my father shouted a little loudly reprimanding us who had begun to be unsettled. "If you want to come down. Wait for me" said my father. Waving the hand signaled for us to come down waiting for him.
After a long time we were riding this horse. Finally, it's done. My sister and I and the other kids came down too.
The horse we rode stopped. My father immediately approached us and took me and my brother down in turn.
"Now we're home! What time is it? You guys if you've played do not know to go home," said mother continued us with a tone of voice unhappy. Walk first while holding the shopping bag.
"Dad, but I still want to play" I said slowly. Seeing my father higher up.
"Father we go home tomorrow only," my sister innocently asked.
"Tomorrow Son?" asked my father in a voice mixed with laughter.
"Where are you sleeping tonight?" ask mommy to connect us with a rough tone of voice. Walking is getting faster.
When I heard it, I kept my mouth shut. While my sister with her own face glanced at my father.
My father calmed her down. "Son, tomorrow if we have time, we play again" he said.
"Tomorrow, Dad," my sister happily returned.
"Big dong, Dad. Tomorrow we play again" I said happily. "Dad but what is it?" my many. Look at the paper hanging.
"There's just something you want to buy Liyan for" my mother told me from the front.
"That's Dad's Bp's son," my sister continued.
"Dad, I want to buy that" I said gently.
"What's that for, son? It's just paper. Not full if bought," welcome my father strictly forbid me and my sister so that we do not have to buy it.
"Dad but I want to go there," I hope with a pleading face. "Not long Dad," my whine asked me gently that my father would take us to the place I was pointing.
"You are stubborn Liyan. Dad already told you. Don't buy that. It's not full. Mending we buy martabak," suggested my father quickly. Glanced at me and the martabak cart that was lying next to our street.
"No Dad. I'm going there, "my whine insists on going to a place that sells hanging paper.
"Begging what you can't eat, what's Liyan for?" ask my mother with an upset voice.
"Dad, I also want to buy that too" my sister continued with a full face begging for mercy so that my father would follow his will.
"It's his fault that you two are out. Everything you see. It must be bought," cried mother continued us with annoyance to hear it. "There are your requests. This one, that one. Never get ready before," he's getting worse.
"Dad, we're going there, yeah!" my door pleaded with a sigh. Staring at my father.
Huh!
With a heavy heart my father granted both of our requests. "Liyan, you can't be banned. If you want it, it must be fulfilled" my father complained.
"Dad must be a beautiful child, Bpnya" I said happily.
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