The Struggle of a Child
Playing at night
"I'm lazy Brother. I'm not good at playing marbles," replied my sister bluntly.
I quickly picked up the marbles located.
"Ana, the marbles are many" I said .Unscrew the lid and peek at it from the wide mouth of the plastic jar.
"Play, Brother. Let me be, the audience," said my sister plainly.
"Haha !" I laughed after hearing it. "You want to be the audience ?" tanyaku. Look - look at the marbles from outside the clear plastic jar. "Where's it, brother. Play marbles only on our own," I said.
"Wagging. Her big sister is crowded. 'Can't, '" my brother's silly advice.
I was immediately intrigued by his advice. "Who wins and who loses?" my many. I looked at my sister with question marks.
"Yes, just be smart. Who wins and who loses? 'And only his own brother, his chairman, hahaha !" my sister said with a laugh.
I put the jar back into place. "That's impossible. Where might Brother himself determine it. 'And less work," I said. Staring at my sister who gave a silly suggestion.
"Well, why not Brother?" ask sister. Keep hugging his beloved doll. "I'm kayaking. I play dolls every day alone," he replied. Glanced at the doll he was carrying.
"If the doll, we can play alone the same as Child Bp, we can also," I said. Twisting plastic jars located on top of open cupboard drawers.
"Then I play my own doll la, brother," said my sister. Move on leaving me alone.
I'm getting more and more lascivious hearing my sister's words from behind me. Clear plastic jar also kept me face to face in the bend while remembering. Suddenly. "Ha, Ana's older sister's toy last night that Child Bp was done you scissors?" my many. Walking up to my sister and standing in front of the door of the room with the right hand opened the curtain slightly. Mamajukan a little head into the room saw my sister who was busy taking care of her doll like, like a baby.
"Not Brother" replied my sister. I looked at me standing outside the door.
"If so. That's all you're doing today" I said. Walking into my room to my sister.
"That's Brother" said my sister. Pointing to a small box on which there are pieces of paper. Precisely located between the corner of the wall and the corner of the wardrobe of our living room and room.
I immediately turned my head following the direction of my sister's index finger swinging in the air.
"If you want to cut it. Scissors, as long as you throw away the trash!" my sister said with great emphasis telling.
I then walked over to the toy that was lying in the corner of the wall. I then took out the scissors located on it.
"It's a good thing you didn't see this last night" I said. Scissors while remembering the incident last night.
"Because it's a little dark over there, brother" said my sister.
"Actually not really," I denied. Glance at the open windows and the corners of the walls. "Indeed, Mom didn't see - look at it times," I continued.
My brother and I were also very happy to play in the room. My sister was engrossed in her dolls, while I was busy cutting out the Bp boy who became my favorite toy.
My mother told us that we have not yet returned home. She went somewhere until this point where she hasn't come home. Likewise with my father who from this morning went to make a living until now he has not also returned home. His coughing voice was also inaudible, let alone the sound of his footsteps.
"Sister, it's night. Why haven't you come home yet, huh?" ask sister. Look towards the window that is still open.
"Ana, maybe I'm looking for more money to buy new sandals for you" I replied in an anxious voice mixed with anxiety. Seeing the son of Bp I scissor.
"Sister, much more?" ask sister. Glanced at me from the bed.
"A little bit more, brother," I replied.
"Sister, when you're ready. Don't forget to keep the neat and throw away the trash directly," asked my sister in a light tone of voice. "But don't forget to throw it all away, yes Brother," asked my sister in her potent voice. Laying an imploring look.
"Why all?" ask me with objections.
"All of you were mine last night" my sister explained.
"That's it," I grumbled. " 'You don't have a brother you're prepared for" I chanted.
"But there will be a cutout, too, Brother" replied my sister in a tone of voice unwilling to hear my rejection.
"But not ready" I complained resentfully.
"If it's not hidden. It must have been thrown away by Brother's beloved mother" said my sister.
"Kaaaaak," replied my sister as well. Glancing at me with a cruel face.
I immediately lowered my head to withstand the defeat of arguing from my sister.
"Sister, that's the trash he threw away!" my sister said back to repeating it.
This BP boy also directly I scissors until finished. And the garbage did not forget I stored it into the plastic that was lying just under the bed.
The black plastic that made me instantly silent. Remembering what happened two days ago. Where my sister poured sand on the floor I had swept .
"Sister, the plastic is under the bed" my sister said. Sit on the bed.
Both my eyes immediately saw my sister on the bed. Where my sister is sitting with her doll.
"Sister, throw it away quickly before Brother's beloved mother comes home. It must be repet if he had seen it," my sister said. Trashing dolls.
"So don't throw it away, yeah," I said. Pulling the black plastic under the bed.
"Sister, don't nobody stay" my sister continued back with fuss.
"Yes. There will be no one left" I replied in a flat tone mixed with bad memories as this hand held the black plastic I found under the bed.
"Ana, wait a minute. Brother throw this away first," I said. Walk out carrying black plastic.
Sometimes I turn my head back. I kept remembering the sand dune I found back then. Throughout the course of the event continued to cross my memory.
"Liyan, what did you bring?" ask my contact mother.
Deg !
I froze when I heard his voice.
"Junk Mom," I answered honestly.
"You're making trash at home, aren't you?" he said by asking. Stand up if I take out the trash.
I was confused as to what I wanted to answer.
"The house isn't so dirty, is it?" ask my contact mother.
"Mom," I replied.
"Don't hang on, just hang on. Yesterday you said it was like that. It's clean. Butwhat? There's sand, right?" his screech echoed in the empty air.
I just stood behind her while squeezing both my fingers.
"Try me to see. There's no trash inside" he said. Swinging both of his legs tightly. Followed by me who walked behind him.
"What's that for?" ask my contact mother.
I kept quiet and did not answer. I can't possibly say that I want to play Son Bp tonight, I thought.
"Liyan, didn't you answer?!" his pedicab.
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