The Struggle of a Child
My sister's blocking me
I was very confused as to what to answer. Right now I'm still squeezing my fingers. Standing like a statue in half-knee clothes. Hearing the babbling of the mother who every day filled this house.
"You never want to answer the question if you're really wrong" my mother confirmed. Turning his body stood staring sharply.
I just accept this mistake again. He was getting lighter and lighter the day he rebuked me until I looked like a fool who never got any teaching.
The sound of screeching at any time pierced up to my crown. Not to mention Father who had been constantly restricting myself to playing out. This made me a little kid who was down and lost the joy that I was supposed to get from a little kid. But I never got it at all.
My days are up for me to be a responsible little boy and set a good example for her sister.
"Liyan, if the house is clean. Don't get dirty anymore" he said.
"Yes ma'am" I replied slowly mixed with fear.
"Your father is home?" ask my contact mother.
"Not yet, ma'am" I replied.
"Why ?" tanyakanya.
I just kept quiet and didn't know what to answer. This question is one that makes me very confused.
"This must be because of the child," said my mother, with a surly face mixed with hatred.
I just stood up without switching a bit.
"Day is night. But your father hasn't come home yet" he said.
I just looked down like a shy person and counted the hours in my heart.
"Your father is old. So don't be sued, either, either" continued my mother in a loud tone of voice so that my sister could hear it.
I slowly raised my head slightly tilted looking towards the door of our closed room. Some cue that my sister is standing there right now listening to what my mother told me.
"But you never want to know. Always what you want must be fulfilled that day, too," he continued to roar on the ceiling of the house. "You're also Liyan, always sick and sick. You can never be fun one bit. If not your sister who spent the money would have been you," he said.
I was immediately stunned to walk a step back. My mother's words were like lightning striking in broad daylight. I feel like I'm stuck in a really hard rock. Tears were immediately born in the eye fertilizer so as to make the two teary eyeballs resist the puddle of tears that want to gush profusely.
"You two are such a bitch. Until I can't buy the clothes I want" he said. Waving a sharp look at me.
I was so scared and scared. While my sister wasn't so worried. He remained silent with energy in the room. Every now and then I looked towards the room curtain however, I did not see it, let alone see its shadow in the slightest. Apparently, I realized again that my sister still hated me so much even though we seemed to get along and play.
"Liyan, don't cry too much. There will be no one who will be sorry for your tears. Especially me!" screeches with eyes that want to swallow me.
I screamed in my heart and called my mother. A cross of my mother's face flashed through the glassy eyes. The shady and loving face that we are present to be this tranquilizer.
"Ka... ." My contact mother immediately fell silent and lowered her index finger for a moment.
"Assalamualaikum," said my father. Stepping in.
"Dad," I murmured slowly. Turn around and see it.
"Ayaaaah," cried my sister directly. Running after my dad.
Suddenly this small foot level was a step to stop seeing my father and sister who looked completely happy.
"Dad, I miss Daddy," said my sister with her spoiled face.
"Yes, Son. I miss you too" replied my father. Carrying my sister.
"Liyan," call my mother. Gurgling at me.
"Liyan," call my father. Waving my hand as a signal called me to come closer.
"Dad. Why did you come home so long ?" ask sister. Standing straight in front of my father as a sign that he doesn't want me to come near my father anymore.
"Dad's looking for money, son," replied my father.
"To buy my new sandals, Dad?" ask my sister directly. So unsure.
"Dad is looking for money for all of us, son," answered my father. Glanced at me who was standing away from the two of them.
"Liyan, yes... ." My father was silent again.
"Dad, later if the money is already a lot. Buy me some sandals, yeah, well," my sister's pinta gently mixed with her potion begged my father.
"Son, just pray. Let me get you a lot of money" said my father.
"You must have granted your son that one request" his wife said in annoyance. "There is no day without your son" he said.
"You've eaten Liyan?" ask dad. To turn his wife's frustration away.
"Not yet, Dad," I replied. Seeing a little of my father's body covered by my little brother's body.
"Our father has not eaten. Dad didn't ask me," my sister said slightly frowning.
"If this Father's Son does not need to be asked. Must not have eaten if Dad hadn't come home. Especially if you're sulking, right?!" said my father gently teasing my slightly sullen sister. "But... Your brother must also be asked whether he has eaten or not" continued my father. "... cause your brother just recovered, son," she said.
"Then, I also want to get sick," said my sister carelessly.
"You want to be sick like your brother" my mother told me in shock. "There is only your son" he lamented in annoyance.
"His name is also Children" said my father softly.
"Kids, Children. That, that's all you're saying," our constant mother turned deafening.
"Ana, why was your brother so quiet?" asked my father astonished. Staring at my sister and I sometimes my father also looked behind me right at my mother who was standing from earlier.
Me and my sister also met to look at each other lock this mouth tightly. My sister occasionally threw away a look in the other direction to forget what happened to me.
I also try to be a child who must be able to act as well as possible in front of my father to cover up what happened with me earlier.
"Dad, I'm hungry" I said. Raising my head looked at my father loudly as a gesture from myself to my father covering up what was really happening from him.
"Haha ! So, you're hungry Liyan. That's why be quiet" said my father with a sumringah.
My sister was direct. "Yes Dad. I'm hungry too" my sister continued. Raising his head looked at my father who was taller than him.
"alright. Then we eat" said my father. Glancing at the rotating wall clock.
"After a while, Azhan. Later the prayer is left behind," explained my mother.
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