The Struggle of a Child
Toys from paper
"I bought this one" said my father. Designate the hanging toys.
"Dad, I want to. Ahaha!" my brother said laughing glad to see my dad buy me a BP boy. "I'm the one, Dad," pointed to my sister. Jumping with excitement.
"This one!" my father said he pointed to the paper toy hanging. Turning his head glanced at my sister who was standing right beside his left.
"Yes Dad," replied my sister.
My father took his wallet out of his pocket and paid for the toy.
"Thank you sir" said the seller kindly.
"Thank you again" my father replied in a friendly manner. My father turned his body straight in front of us and handed him the toy he bought.
"It's for you, Liyan and this one is for Daddy's Son" my father said. Glanced at my sister and gave each of them into our hands.
"Waaah Daddy! His BP son is beautiful" I said with a sumringah. See this BP child toy made of paper arrive in the palm of the hand.
"Yes Dad. Beautiful, especially the clothes. All beautiful, all" my sister continued. Looked at him with sparkling eyes.
"If you're happy. Take care of the toys! Don't get lost. And there's no more reason to buy a new toy," my mother's close-up immediately cut in from behind.
"The name is also Children. If lost, yes want to be flanked again," welcome my father indirectly defend us both.
"You're that. Always defend your two sons! You never blame them" he said. Walk away from the toy seller.
"Loh, all this time I've never been too defensive of them. If they are wrong, they are wrong. Where there might be my son who was wrong I defended," my father explained. Walked.
"When have you ever blamed your son?" ask mommy to connect us with a little loud tone of voice.
"Not that all this time I've never blamed them ? Ever been, right?" ask my father to his wife. "Try to remember ! If both my sons are wrong. I punished them first" he explained.
"Whoa. The proof all along every time your son asks for anything, you always fulfill it. You always obey him. Even to the point that I can't buy clothes" he said.
"If for that. I admit it is. I obey all my son's requests. But, it's not for every day" my father explained. "That's for today. Because I haven't brought them to play in a long time. Even I locked Liyan away too often at home" she replied.
"Heh, that's just your excuse!" cecar. Grins.
The sound of fighting between the two of them was heard by me from the front.
"Reason how?" ask my dad to know.
"Yes. That's your reason, so that your son looks good in my eyes," my mother told me.
I just kept hearing those voices.
"Defending what?" asked my father with great emphasis to ask my contact mother.
Suddenly my mother was silent and I continued to walk amid the voices of night market visitors. The noise from the game machines sounded deafening to these two ears.
"Liyan, turn here, son," my father's pinta yelled amid the loud sounds of the machine spinning and also the sound of children screaming in joy and crying that echoed in the air.
"Sound not you guys? The way here. Not there," cried mother, and continued with a loud cry. He stuck his face towards my face and it was as if he wanted to cover his ears from the noise.
"Yes ma'am," we heard it," I replied with a tone of voice mixed with all the noise that was heard aloud. "Look at your path Ana!" I said while holding my sister with my right hand while my left hand held the toy from the paper.
"Many times people pass by. My feet are stepped on," my sister groaned. Trying hard to keep his distance from the crowd.
"Liyan, hurry up a little bit. What time is it? Tomorrow's your reason again. To wake up a long time," my mother snapped. Stop and wait for our long walk.
My sister and I were more and more insistent on holding back the crowd so that my sister and I would not get caught in the middle of their huge bodies. I tried harder to get out of the crowd of passers-by crowded this path.
"Where are you?" manya panic. Stop over.
"There, brother! That's it!" said my sister pointing with her index finger towards the corner of the road which was covered with a little green grass.
"Ana, a minute, yeah! Let Brother take it. But wait here! Don't go anywhere!" I hope to loudly demand that my sister be willing to follow my orders.
"Yes, sister" replied my sister with a soft tone of voice and her pale face.
"Eh, yes! Sis, hold this up first Brother," I said to ask for help and handed the new toy bought by my father earlier to my sister.
"Yes Kak" he replied in a soft tone of voice. My sister she just looked down embarrassed as if she lost before the war.
I ran towards the detached flip-flops. Sendal is located on the corner of the road that is passed by the visitors. I sharpened these two eyeballs to look at the detached flip flops.
"Ha, here's the back" I murmured slowly. Dropping this tiny body.
"Liyan, what did you take?" ask the familiar voice is my father's voice.
I immediately held this tiny body half-hanging in the air, followed by my right hand stopped and did not take a sandal. While my left hand swung perpendicular to the left.
Both eyes suddenly stopped turning as well . I also sharpened my hearing to listen next.
"Have you fallen?" ask my dad enthusiastically.
"There's nothing" I answered frantically with a veiled face watching from the voice. I slowly turned my face to the left and saw the long legs. While my right hand was still swinging perpendicular in the air. I slowly raised my head looking up. I was surprised. "Dad," I said slowly.
"From now on, I've been waiting for you. But it hasn't come yet! Where's Mother?" tanyakanya.
Looked at me who had woken up and straightened this body.
"No idea, Dad," I replied slowly with a troubled heart. Glancing at the sandals that are still lying on the ground.
"What's falling?" ask my father firmly. Staring at me sharply. "Where's your sister?" tanyakanya.
"That, Dad!" I said to raise my forefinger in the air pointing to my silent brother standing at the side of the road.
Missus! Missus! Missus!
My father clucked in no way to think seeing us was too brave. Still standing among the visitors passing by.
"You guys are too brave, yeah! You're not afraid of losing Liyan, are you?" asked my father with a surprised face. "Dad's afraid that you and your sister are missing. It's you calm down here!" he said withholding frustration. "Where are you going to find it if it's gone, huh?" he continued with great emphasis asking me.
People who are milling about are happy sometimes there are people who keep their distance so as not to collide with each other with us. Some smiled and rebuked my father and me.
While my father who was still upset did not pay much heed to the people who gave those reprimanded smiles.
"Hey, why did you stay here so long?" ask my father in annoyance.
"Dad, I want to take Ana's sandals" I said to my father's question. Dropping the body takes the sandal.
"Quick grab! Come with Dad now. We go home" said my father. Turn the body back toward the parked pedicab.
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