The Struggle of a Child
I kept playing until late at night
Bp boy who I had scissors neatly everything. I arranged and I arranged according to my wishes. I also smiled sweetly to see the beautiful child Bp.
"His head is pretty - all beautiful, '" said my sister slowly. Suddenly standing beside me.
The deg!
I was shocked and turned my head to the side right where my sister was standing.
"Ana, you haven't slept ?" my many. Twisting a little glances glanced at him.
"Yet. I'm not sleepy yet" replied my sister.
"Not that you told Dad. You're sleepy" I said slowly. Repeating what my sister said outside.
Brak!
My sister went up and sat down. "It was just my pretender, brother," he said directly. Closer his lips to my ears and see me playing.
"I don't think you're sleepy" I said . Glancing at my sister.
"Sister, why does Brother like to play this?" ask my sister to know. Staring at me fixedly.
I fell silent and stopped this hand for a moment. "Sister just likes it," I replied slowly mixed with a secret.
"Like it. Like why?" asked my sister back as if she was confused.
I remained silent staring at the child Bp with nanar and sharpened my hearing hearing the questions that my sister kept asking me.
"Sister, it's usually the guy who plays. There must be something he likes the most. That's why he played that game?!" my sister. Sok knows.
"Yes," I replied indifferently.
However, I remained silent and continued to listen to what my sister said.
"But Big Brother just likes it. That's not the answer, brother," said my sister. "Let Brother know. I have friends in class. My friend used to play kites. He said, because his father used to love kite with him when his father was alive. That's why he likes to play kites" he said, telling his friend's past.
I'm the one holding my son Bp. " So, why do you like to play dolls ?" aska I want to know. Glancing at my sister who knows best.
"Mmm, I just love to hear her cry" my sister replied directly.
"Haha ! I laughed at the answer that came out of his mouth so funny. "So, you just want to hear the sound of her crying?!" said ask. Seeing brother.
"Yes, brother" he replied spontaneously.
"Haha !" I laughed and filled our room. Followed by both hands move the child Bp as I wish.
My sister frowned so much that she saw me. I kept laughing looking at my sister's wrinkled face amidst the blurry light.
"Ana, we're the same. Brother playing son Bp because likes. While you play dolls because you want to hear the sound of crying. Haha !" My laughter roared back at the ceiling of our room.
"Darna, Liyan! Whose laughing voice is that?" ask my dad from outside the room.
Oops! I kept my mouth shut by closing my lips.
"Sleep, son, especially! It's already night. Let's take a day off tomorrow, but sleep is as usual, hurry! my father shouted from outside.
"Later last night you slept Liyan, you'll be sick again!" my mother's toilet connected me from the outside.
I kept my mouth shut and held back the laughter that wanted to come out. Child Bp who became my favorite toy continues I continue even though I was sleepy.
"Sister, aren't you sleepy?" ask my sister curiously.
"No, yet" I replied. Slowly shaking and waving eyes glared at my sister with my cute face.
"Alright Brother. I want to ask you again" said my sister. Turn the seat well. "Sister, brother is not sad continuously in parentheses at home ?" ask my sister like a reporter.
"Sister doesn't know" my sister complained. "Nobody doesn't know. I asked to play Child Bp. I don't know" he complained.
I was immediately filled with excitement after hearing my sister's disappointment that had not subsided.
"Ana, I like to play child Bp because I can manage my life as I want" I said. Breaking silence.
My sister seemed to be glaring and dumbfounded after hearing it. "What kind of arrangement is it, sister?" tanyanya wants to know. "I don't understand" he explained.
I immediately took a deep breath. "If you don't like it he gets scolded. Brother can make him not angry either. If he is for example in brackets by his father, brother can make it so that his father becomes good friends," said I.
"Haha ! Brother's all-in, "my sister's chimpanzee. "So, Brother wants to exchange Dad with Son Bp," he continued with a laugh.
"If you can," welcome me.
"If you know. Brother gets angry or not, huh?" ask my sister to me. Thinks.
I immediately pale to hear it. "Ana, don't tell Dad, yes," I asked gently to plead with my sister.
"Mmm, I don't know, brother. Sometimes I can slip," replied my sister indifferently.
I immediately drowned hearing it. This hand also feels helpless to hold the child Bp.
"But you like to play with dolls too. It's been a lousy doll crying anyway," my ledek. Glanced at the doll that was neatly located on top of the bed. The doll was put to sleep by my sister like, like a sleeping baby.
My sister shut up and thought. "I like it because he pityes not to have a mother," replied my sister with a soft tone of voice and face.
My hands playing the doll came to a halt and I turned my head slowly to see my sister sitting next to me.
"That's why I love her, brother," said my sister.
I'm very confused. I had to be well groomed or sad after hearing my sister's reasoning and seeing the doll that was sleeping soundly. Not long after I dropped my eyes back to see the Bp boy who had stopped half swinging in the air.
Huahaahh!
My sister also yawned wide. "Sister, I'm sleepy" said my sister. Closing mouth.
"Sleep!" myrag. I looked at my sister who was starting to fade.
"Sister, I slept first, yes," he said. Dragging his body to his bed. "Good night, brother!" Her speech. Hugging his beloved doll.
"Good night, brother," I replied. Stare straight at the wall with a blank look.
The night is late. My father who had told me to go to bed faster was no longer heard his voice. Likewise with our mother who always heard her voice when she opened her eyes to close her eyes.
Another case with me who is still playing child Bp with pleasure and alone. This tiny hand kept moving at my command to play the child Bp which made me feel less alone.
Houses made up of writing books and pencil boxes were seen filling half of the bed. Everything looks neat and beautiful like a dream home sketch.
I immediately knotted sweetly and forgot everything that happened in this one day that happened.
The kha! The kha! The kha!
The snoring sound of my sister who had fallen asleep also sounded disturbing the silence of the night. The sound of the wall clock continuously spinning quickly rang out clearly through the curtains of our room and into the ear hole.
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