The Struggle of a Child
My body is suddenly strange
"Sister, don't advise me. I know better about taking care of my dolls. I'm his mother" said my sister with a face that tickled the heart.
"What's? Haha !" I was surprised to hear it and laughed. "You're all there, sir," I said in a raucous tone of voice. Looking at my painful knee.
The leg I couldn't bend freely raised a big question to myself. Suddenly why did I feel my body return suddenly cold hot. All along I was with my sister sitting in the living room. I just noticed a sudden strange body temperature. The normally soothing morning air now suddenly made me want to grab a blanket and roll up the tube as quickly as possible.
"Ana, the wind's cold, huh?" ask my sister who is combing her doll hair.
"Sir," replied my sister casually. Constantly tidying up her beloved doll. "Why did you say it was like that?" ask her with a face full of question marks. Glanced at me who was sitting with one leg sticking straight forward.
"Nothing," I replied instantly covering up a bit of my nervousness.
"M." Mmm." My sister immediately shook her head and turned her gaze back to look at the doll she tidied up.
I reflexively slightly nervously turned my gaze away from her as well and looked towards the tightly shut door. I sat with my legs folded and the other side stiffened straight ahead and felt unwell.
"Sister, I'm hungry. Now we will not be sick" said my sister with a glance at her eyes that invited me to eat with her.
"Ana, you go first. Brother is not hungry" I said with you a bitter voice.
My sister who was three steps forward suddenly turned one of her legs back towards the back right in front of me after my sister heard the change of my voice.
"Sister, you're not sick, are you?" ask her with a soft tone of voice mixed with a suspicious face.
My body that was back weakened and suddenly cold sweat and shivering instantly trembled after hearing my brother's detective-like question.
"Son" I replied briefly. Without looking at him in the slightest.
"Mmm." replied my sister with a tone of voice that sounded mixed with suspicion. Dragging back his legs to take the rice to fill his empty stomach. "If you want to eat, just say it, Brother. Let me get you, but Dad's not home" said my brother in a flat voice. Offering me a little help.
"Son," I answered briefly. I slowly remembered my old and present sister. He has changed a lot, I thought.
I fixedly looked at my sister who took the rice in the kitchen leisurely. He's very difficult to guess now and it's draining my mind to figure out who he is.
The shivering me stared at my sister continuously without caring about the condition of the body that suddenly changed deftly.
"Ana, what are you eating?" askaku. Staring at my sister who picked up the glass and filled it.
"Wear fried rice and omelet, sister," replied my sister. Holds the plate in the right hand and the glass on the left.
I'm back in silence. Staring around the darkened room due to the door in the lock from outside.
"Sister, if you want to eat. Eat now before the rice is stale" said my sister in a spoiled tone of voice.
"But, Brother is not hungry" I said again to see my brother eating voraciously in a room that was slightly visible to light.
This body cold is getting pierced into the bone. I think I'm back with malaria. I was in shock when it crossed my mind. My fingers were trembling even more. Sick legs I can no longer feel as a result of chaotic thoughts.
The sound of my sister chewing the fried rice was heard with a slight echo in this tightly closed room.
Kriuk ! Rachete! Rachete!
The sound of stomach also sounds of hunger. But, baby, I can't stand up. My face is getting pale and my legs are getting painful. This tiny body can no longer be friendly.
"Ana, may I have your rice for a little" I said with a snack.
I can now only calm down for a moment so that I can stand up straight taking my own nose.
"Sister makes me tired. Walked to the kitchen twice" my sister said. Sipping the drinking water.
"Sister will take it alone" I said in a soft tone of voice. Glanced at my sister and glanced towards my legs as well.
Tears really want to fall. My heart is so sad to see this poor me. When the leg is sick and has not yet healed. It's even me being wracked by disease again. Where this disease makes my life spirit disappear and makes my school so abandoned.
"If you want to eat. Eat now Brother. Before you go home," my sister suggested. Sipping the drinking water until it runs out. " If Dad comes home, we'll both be punished. I don't want to be punished anymore. Not delicious. At home continue with Brother," rejected my sister bluntly.
"Yes Ana. Brother will eat" I said. Slowly get up from sitting and put the child Bp who had broken his head and body. Before I stand up straight I first put the broken Anka Bp on the edge of the wall of the house.
"Sister" call my sister. "If your brother's leg still hurts. Let me get you the rice," asked my sister gently.
"It doesn't matter. Let Brother alone," replied me in a low tone of voice. Looking at my sister with a hint of fear lingering in my heart.
"I'm serious, brother," said my sister straightforwardly.
I immediately wanted to change my mind after hearing her words. However, I immediately brushed it off. "No need Ana, let it be Brother" I said. Refused the offer from my sister so I could hide the body that had started to cool like before.
My sister suddenly noticed my whole body. From top to toe and so on until he attached his gaze to my face right in both my eyeballs.
"Sir, why are Big Brother's eyes a little red ?" ask my sister who always investigates me. Sok detective.
"Sister's eyes are itching" I replied. Rotating the body instantly from my sister. "Ana, I hope Dad and Mom haven't come home yet" I hope to turn my back on her.
"Eat him Big Brother eat him fast!" advice brother.
"Yes" I replied briefly.
I slowly dragged my legs slowly. The leg pain is now fighting back against the recurrence of malaria.
Temple !
The sound of spoons and plates was heard loudly entering the eardrum. I'm as quick as I can to grab some rice and drink before my mom and dad get here.
"So don't eat it here" my sister shouted. Calling me from the kitchen.
"So don't eat here" I said. Dropping this tiny body while holding the injured leg. Sitting leaning with one leg stretched straight forward and next to it I fold like sitting cross-legged. Lean in the corner of the kitchen wall. While enjoying a delicious breakfast and chewing it in a bit of a hurry.
Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!
I choked and coughed and immediately gulped down the available drinking water right beside me.
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