The Struggle of a Child
My brother's flip-flops and my shoes
"Yes, Dad" I replied. Walking following my father from behind, followed by my right hand carrying a slipper.
My father who walked earlier than us was seen touching my brother who stood without sandals on his left foot.
I who carried my sister's sandals slightly arranged this step slowly while enduring the pain that was still lodged in the knee.
"Liyan, hurry! Not long time your way. Later in the night" cried my father. Dragging his feet tight.
"Yes Dad" I shouted in response. Holding down the leg pain.
"Ana, it's your sandals" I said. Put it right next to my sister's left foot.
"It's always broken," he groaned with a wheeze.
I who wanted to drag my feet immediately stopped and turned my body back to look at my sister. "Why did you break up?" manyu astonished. Dropping this tiny body bent over looking at my sister's hello kitty flip-flops.
"Yes" I said correctly. Take a slipper and swing it in the air. Approach it to both eyes. "Dad must be angry," I said slowly mixed with worry in my heart after my mother's face continued us dancing in front of me.
"I don't want to walk without sandals" whined my sister. Crying looking at his joints and his bare left foot.
"Mom and Dad will be angry" I said. "Therefore if you don't just wear Brother's shoes," gently persuaded me that he would gladly follow my advice.
"No! Brother's shoes are ugly. Smell again," he refused.
"Later you'll be angry" I said. I look at my sister softly.
Huhuhuhoo!
My sister also cried with a loud tone of voice despite mixed with noise. However, his cries were still heard to the ears of the visitors, especially for those who passed the road where my sister and I were standing.
"I don't want to walk" my sister whined clearly.
I was so worried and panicked. Many times I threw these troubled eyes at my father and mother.
A hand from my mother was seen hovering right at me as a signal to let her call us.
"Ana, put on this sister's shoes!" my door gently. Take off my shoes and put them right in front of my sister's two feet.
Black shoes that match the combination of the colors of the clothes I wear now look loosened in front of my sister.
"No! I don't want to," my sister pushed hard.
"Ana just wear it. Don't cry" I suggested calming my brother's heart in shock. Seeing the favorite flip flops break.
"Engga. I don't want to. It stinks" he said as if insulting my shoes.
"But Dad's waiting for us. Mother has also been calling us," I said in an anxious voice.
The sound of my sister's crying grew slower bit by bit. He silently looked at the shoes that were located on the ground with a soft look.
"Wear this?!" my sister said slowly. Glanced at him in a clingy manner as if he was considering the advice I gave.
I panicked more and took his broken flip-flops.
"Yeahyaan!" my mother shouted loudly from far away.
"Yes ma'am" I replied loudly. "Wear it! Don't misbehave. Later we both get angry," I told mixed uneasily.
My sister also with a heavy heart released next to her flip flops. Then he put on the shoes I put in front of him.
"But, I don't like to wear shoes, '" my sister whispered. "...heat," he continued. Put both feet together.
I looked up in surprise as I was astonished to hear the reason my sister was coming out of her mouth. I accidentally heard it too.
"But you said it stinks, brother?" my many.
He was silent and saw that the shoes had been neatly placed on both feet.
"I'm not saying, really," she replied refusing to forget.
"So there'll be you saying. If the shoes stink," I said, constantly pushing my sister away from me.
"Yes, waituu!" I shouted after my sister who ran away from me.
After my sister left me alone. I then put on his flip-flops that were broken next to and nice next door.
As fast as I can drag this leg after my sister who has approached my father.
"Liyan, don't run !" my father shouted from far away.
I ran carefully to keep my sore knee from getting worse. And so that I too may not fall.
"Hey, careful!" shouted the visitor reprimanding me.
"Liyan, you're this. Can't you walk slowly?!" my father said angrily asking me.
"It's night. It's dark in here. Can you run that fast, like a frightened man," my mother said with a great emphasis on my ear.
"The road is not dark, Dad. The lamp is there, really," I said in a soft voice.
"Yes, yes, yes. I know," said my father. Rotating the body takes out the parked rickshaw.
"Well, Liyan where are your shoes?" my mother asked me reflexively to look directly at my sister's legs.
"That's it, used by Ana," I replied slowly mixed with anxiety.
"Where's your scandal Ana?" ask dad. Spontane also glanced down right at my two feet.
"My sandalku's dad broke up. I told you so, Dad," replied my sister.
"Why break up? You're always like it can't keep your stuff!" pekik mother hooked me in the middle of the crowd of visitors.
The night market that is still crowded with visitors is getting more and more. People keep coming. The propellers and the horses we had been riding until now had not stopped.
While my mother's voice that continues to echo in the air sometimes makes some visitors turn to us. It was as if he heard a commotion from the four of us.
"It has. Don't continue" said my father strictly. It was as if my father knew that passers-by were looking at us. "It's already night. Sangking busy fighting, later we forget to go home," my father replied gently to my mother.
My mother was silent too. He tightly frowned hearing my father's ban that suddenly landed in his heart.
"Liyan, don't just stand there. Are you going home or not?" ask my mother to connect me with ketus.
I reflexively raised both legs up the rickshaw and dropped this tiny body on the lap of our mother.
"If you don't want to go home. Just tell me," said my father. "Let you play again. 'And there are many more games that you have not been up to" said my father in a calm voice.
"May Dad" welcome my sister.
"No!" reply mom to me directly. It made me a little shocked and twisted.
While my father and sister were like people thrown stones, silent and not twitching in the least.
"Liyan, do you want to come down again?" ask the mother who hugged me.
"No ma'am" I replied .
"Who wants to play again. Go down there and don't have to go home!" repelled.
I kept this mouth shut tight. While my father kept pedaling his pedal fast. Another case with my sister who never wanted to take a headache about what my mother told us.
He remained calm and comfortable with his doll. I was a little amazed to see it.
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