The Struggle of a Child
Playing at night
"Dad, bribe me, yes," asked my sister with a wailing face.
"Yes, Son. Father tonight will bribe you and your brother" my father replied. Prepare dinner.
"Dad, let me eat myself," I said in a soft tone of voice. I looked at my brother sitting next to me.
"Yes, Dad. I'm the one in the bribe. Not Brother. Yes, right, sister?" brother says. Glanced at me and asked me.
"Yes, Father," I answered briefly with a face as if blushing in shame. Staring at my sister who looked cynical glanced at me.
"Liyan, you're a big boy anyway so, it's only natural that you're not bribed anymore" my mother replied directly. Put a glass in front of each of us.
"Yes ma'am," I answered with a face full of confusion seeing it that was as easy as changing.
"Your sister is not like you, Liyan. You're not spoiled and you'll get affection from your mother longer before she leaves you" my father added .
I just kept quiet like a person who blushed in shame. Look at the plate that is located.
"Your sister was very sad at the time of your mother's departure" my father continued. I looked at my sister sitting next to him. "That's why you can't see him crying" she said.
I who held the spoon, slowly took the rice slowly I put it on the plate.
"Your sister is very far from you .At that time you were able to walk while your sister had not and she also had to drink ASI" continued my father told me with sadness. Staring straight ahead with a blank look. However, within the look of his eyes were stored those poignant memories that were as if he was clearly seeing.
I raised my head a little to see my father's sadness that he expressed so softly. A spoonful of rice immediately hung in the air listening to my father's heart against my sister. With a straight glance I looked straight at the rice that was sitting in our midst right in front of me. I too with a blank look sharpened my hearing listening to my father's inner roll after the departure of our mother.
"That's over so, you shouldn't remember anymore" my mother told me plainly. "If you keep remembering. You'll definitely be a loving-looking father. Because you're more concerned with your son than this one" my mother said, looking at me. How long will he have you to pamper?" continued. Glanced at my sister cynically.
I who was sitting while feeding food into the mouth with this hand suddenly stopped after seeing the glance of my hateful sister glanced at me and also mother continued us.
"I don't spoil it" replied my father. "But I can't see her tears yet. Because if I see her crying I feel like she's crying" she said.
Plaque!
Suddenly my father gasped as well as me and my brother did not bribe the rice that was in my father's grasp. I was very panicked to see him, while my brother was gaping with his mouth opened slightly wide while my father widened his two eyeballs instantly ashen while looking at his wife anxiously, followed by his right hand hanging in the air with rice in his hand . While his left hand held the plate firmly which hung half in the air as well.
"You're always talking about your dead wife!" screech mommy hook me up with a tightened face mixed with jealousy. "Currently, I'm sick of hearing it" he said. Get up and stand up.
I closed my mouth and did not eat. The hungry stomach feels full. Slowly the rice that had been hanging in the air was forced to put it back into the dish and wash my hands cleanly.
My hungry sister also brushed off my father's hand that wanted to prepare rice.
"Dad, why are you telling me that?" ask me with regret.
" 'And Brother's beloved mother so go," said my sister softly. Glancing at my dad.
My father was silent at once staring with a blank look mixed with regret.
"You are always proud of your son because he is similar to your wife, hyster," she said with a grinning face. " That's why your son's getting bigger and bigger. Because you always spoil him, defend him and obey everything he wants," said my mother with a high tone of voice.
My father immediately sipped a drink that had been filled in his cup.
Slowly my father caught his breath slowly mixed with regret. "It's not so," said my father with a guilty face.
I'm getting embarrassed. Want soon maybe I go and leave them. Bp's child's toy crossed my mind instantly.
"Then how?" ask my mother with a high voice. Standing in the kitchen exactly between the middle doors that can be seen by us holding a glass.
My eyes are now no longer focused on their frown. The beautiful Bp boy who made me fall a little bit asleep from the noisy boisterous that shook up dinner tonight.
"Dad, I'm going to sleep" I said softly mixed with fear. Saw my father. Trained my heart so I wouldn't be depressed to hear what had happened.
"Go, son," replied my father directly. Staring at me with his gloomy face.
"Dad a-ak... ." My sister kept her mouth shut.
"You don't have to be Ana. Finish your rice first," my father gently wished. Waving his hands in the air with a lump of rice in his right hand. Wiping a mouthful into my sister's mouth.
"Dad," called my sister with a mouth that chewed rice. "I'm going to sleep too, Dad. I was sleepy" he said back to whining.
"Take your rice off first !" pinta my father's back.
"Dad, but you didn't spend the rice" my sister complained.
My father took a deep breath as I turned my head to look at my sister, followed by my right hand opening the curtain.
"Your brother is sleepy. After all he's only healed so, his appetite isn't there yet" my father replied in a voice that seemed to cover what he knew about me from my sister.
My father was worried when he found out that I was sitting with them. I who could not hear the noise made him take a deep breath and throw it away violently.
"Ana, if you feed me. The food had to run out" my father said firmly.
"But Dad. I'm already sleepy" my sister complained again.
I went into the room first. Walking closer to a toy I've never played with.
"Dad, I'm full" said my sister.
I still hear my sister's whining complaining of being full from inside the room. While my mother's voice was no longer heard until here. He was upset while holding a glass to drink earlier. Now he has thrown away his frustration.
Bp Children's toys I took out of the plastic and brought it up to the bed.
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