The Struggle of a Child
Wash dishes and play at home
"So. I don't want you to get angry later" I explained. Dropping sandals in front of my sister.
"Why put it here, brother? Keep it!" ask my sister and tell me to keep it.
I was a little curious and saw the palms of the flip flops that were the debate from earlier.
Gluey!
I swallowed spit. I was amazed by my father's cleverness.
"Ana, but Dad's smart, yeah," I said to my sister. Look at the sandals I want to keep.
"Smart why, Brother?" ask sister. Rotating the body staring at the dish you want to wash.
"Let's see!" my door to my sister. Raising my head glanced at my sister who kept staring at the dirty dishes. "Father can fix a broken sandal like this," I said admiringly looking at it.
My sister just kept quiet. He tightened his face after seeing the plate. "Why are you like that?" my many. Look at my sister and also see the plates.
"Sister, why are the plates so many times?" my sister asked.
"Because it's a plate from last night" I replied.
My sister immediately quietly took a breath. "I'm lazy to wash it" he said. "It's usually the one who washes Dad's dishes. This why us?" ask my sister astonished. Glanced.
"Maybe you don't have time" I replied.
I kept staring at the plate wistfully and then remembered my father.
"So, should we wash it?" ask sister. It was as if he could not believe the plate he saw.
"Ana," call me. Stopped my sister's move.
"Look at your sandals!" my insistence on my sister.
"It's just a crappy slipper. Why look again" said my sister.
I was a little surprised to hear my sister's words and mixed with admiration to see the results of my father's hard work that has made my sister's sandals so much better.
"Here Ana look, ha?!" I pulled my sister's arm and swung the flip flops in front of her.
"Ih, yes Brother. Goody. Dad's smart, too, yeah," said my sister praising my father.
"Yes," I said.
"What's the wire on, brother?" ask sister. Thinks.
I was thinking too. "The clothes" I replied.
"Ha, the clothesline, brother," replied my sister. We both guessed it at the same time.
"But this is a rather thick clothesline" I said . Viewing the sandal site.
"Yes, brother" my sister continued. Staring with a face as if he could not bear to see the labor of my father who filled him. My sister seemed to regret that she had defied my father.
I kept staring at my sister. I slowly kept the sandals behind the door. Where sandals and shoes are arranged there.
"Ana, your sandals are you, you keep them here" I said.
"Yes Brother. Now it's our job!" said my sister with a heavy tone of voice. Swiping a little lips as a gesture pointing at a dirty plate.
"We have to wash everything. Before you go home," I said.
"It's not Dad, it's Brother's beloved mother" said my sister in annoyance. "But I'm going to take a shower, brother," he said. Take a towel and soap and cut up the dirty dishes, both with me.
We also brought the dishes to the well. Where we often use it is good for bathing, washing dishes and washing clothes.
Haha ! My sister and I laughed cheerfully.
"Sister, this is the soap foam. Hus, hus, hus!" my sister said she was blowing soap foam with joy.
"Here it is again, brother," I'm talking about blowing as much soap as I can into the air.
"Haha ! The foam flew," I said happily looking at the froth that covered a little of our faces.
"This is again Brother, the foam !" said sister. Shows a lump of soap foam that is piled up on his fist.
The lumpy soap foam is now falling down right on the board.
"Ana, no! We just stop playing this. Before Mom and Dad came. They will be angry. If the soap runs out and the dishes haven't been washed," I said in a panic. Hurry up to take the dishes one by one and wash them.
"Sister, I washed it. Brother washed it," suggested my sister.
"Yes, bring the plate here," I hope to ask my sister to put the sawn plate right in front of me.
The water that has been available I take little by little to water the dishes and glasses along with vegetable bowls and also hand washing bowls.
"Ana, it's done. Brother went up luan, yes," I said asking for permission. Put a clean plate in the bucket.
"Just wait for me, brother. That's a heavy plate, it'll break. Later Father and Mother beloved Brother is angry with us," said my sister. Take a shower and put on clothes.
I waited outside and heard the sound of water pouring down my sister's body and the floor.
"Sister, now we go up," my sister asked. Opening the bathroom door. Approaching me lift the bucket.
"When you get home. Brother wants to play Son Bp," I said. Walking while carrying a bucket of plates together with my sister.
Morning is almost gone. We still wash the dishes.
"Sister, if I want to play a doll, but come out" my sister explained in a wailing voice.
"Ana, how could you dare to come out. Mom and Dad are banning us" I said. Look at my sister's face with sadness.
My sister and I have entered the house precisely to arrange the dishes in the kitchen.
"So, what are we playing?" ask my sister by bending her face.
"So don't know," I replied with a clear face.
"Don't Brother say earlier, Brother want to play Child Bp ?" ask sister.
"Not so, Brother is lazy," I replied indifferently.
The plates we put together started to decrease. Many glasses are no longer there. Everything was neatly arranged in its place.
"If I just play the doll, brother," said my sister with a heavy heart. "If what brother?" tanyakanya. Glancing at me, followed by her hand putting up the glasses on the plate shelf.
"So not confused" I replied. Glancing at my sister as well, followed by both hands tightly closing the cupboard.
"Why is Big Brother holding the closet door?" ask my sister to know.
"Ooh, the door wasn't close. That's why I closed again. Let the ants not enter and also the flies," I replied straightforwardly.
"But now there are no more flies, brother. Since there is no more trash," said my sister. Put an empty bucket under the stove table.
"Yes, I haven't seen trash in a long time. Who threw away the trash ?" aska I want to know. Arrange the tablespoons one by one to the place of the spoon.
"Disposed Dad," replied my sister directly. Turn around and walk into the living room. Followed by me from behind. "Eat him, I'm now angry to see if anyone
scattered," my sister said.
"But, Sister. What confused sister at the playhouse?" I asked my sister to look at myself who was confused.
"Son's gonna be good at playing marbles. Just play it!" my sister's proposal . Take his favorite doll.
Reflexes my head immediately turned to the tightly closed plastic jar located on top of the closet that is the divider of our living room and room.
"That's been a long time ago, brother. As for him, no one plays him anymore" said my sister.
"Why don't you?" my many. Take a neatly arranged plastic jar over the closet drawer.
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