The Struggle of a Child
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"Sister, eat it don't rush it" said my sister.
"It's hard to swallow" I said. Staring at the fried rice mixed with anxiety.
"Eat it, before eating. Brother drink first," said my sister to teach.
"Yes" I replied. Staring at the rice and mixed with an anxious heart because this body again attacked by disease.
The drinking water that I gulped down my dry throat looked clear and refreshed my messed up mind. I slowly contemplated this self that had weakened again just like before.
I'm getting sadder, the panic attacks the mind so much that it makes me more anxious. The fried rice and omelet that I chewed, the longer it did not feel very slowly I continued to chew it and I was not at all excited to look back with the tagak. The mind continues to drift without direction. A quiet kitchen without light seemed to be waiting for me with a smile mixed with sadness because of the pity of seeing me who returned to slump.
The hand that held the rice the longer I looked at it as weak as possible. Now that I'm going to go back to what I used to be, my little lips immediately quiver strongly in the corner of the silent kitchen wall remembering that it would all be the worst day for me again.
This feeling in my heart felt broken. Eyes that are soft and clear have become dim with puddles of tears that children in the eye fertilizers.The lips that want to issue sobs are also heard out accompanying sadness slowly.
"Sister, why did you eat it so long ?" ask my sister astonished. Sitting on the bench where my father often sat with his voice softly mixed with drinking water that filled his mouth.
"Come, big brother, there are many" I replied. Turning my head to the left as a gesture I glanced at my sister.
"Sister, don't eat for long. It's 11 o'clock: 15 WIB, brother. Soon Dad will be home" said my brother in a slightly distant voice as if he were tilting his head at the rotating wall clock.
"Yes" I replied in a voice that seemed to disappear. Sitting looking at the half-not-finished rice. I was not so eager to eat fried rice and omelet on the floor right in front of me who was a sad witness who tried to hold in my heart because of the disease that came return without permission first.
"I was surprised to see Brother today. Why did you shut up and sit in the corner of that wall?" tangent my sister asked in a voice full of question marks. He seemed to remember me who often did this. "Silver doesn't hurt, does he?" ask her in a low voice.
"Sister is cleaning out Brother's injured knee" I replied shutting my mouth straight away. Closing both lips to the corner of the wall while turning my head glanced at my sister who was far away from me. "So afraid, the wound will get worse and the infection" I replied. Look at the wound that started to blush and runny.
"Sir, that's why it's treated . From yesterday Dad 'will have said in obati, '" my sister explained. His voice approached me as if right at me.
"So I forgot," I said. Sit down and glance outside from the stretchy walls.
"If you are full. Come Brother. Why is my brother sitting there?" my sister asked me a question.
I frantically wrestled with my inner self after I realized that my illness was coming back. I was getting more and more agitated as nothing else seemed to me clearly.
"Ana, if you're full. Why don't you put plates and glasses in here?" I asked with a soft tone of voice mixed with raucous. Staring at the bucket under the stove table.
"I'm still lazy Brother. I'm full," he explained. "So, why are you still sitting there !" he said with a surprised tone of voice.
"So I miss sitting here. I haven't eaten here in a long time" I said. Bend next to your feet and stare at the tightly closed kitchen door. Where there is a small gap that can penetrate directly look out.
"Haha ! Sitting there in longing" my sister chanted with a crisp laugh. "Obsolute Brother is weird, yes! miss the corner of the wall, hahaha!" he continued to repeat his crisp laughter.
I just silently stared straight ahead with a blank look. Tapping my sister mixed with crisp laughter did not change my mind for a moment. I was still staring blankly remembering myself who had fallen back.
My sister's laughter instantly danced in front of me with her ignorant face when she had turned herself into a clown. It tells me so much about myself being sad.
I was instantly sweetly knotted when her cute little face was reflected in my eyes. "Ana, run out of this. Where are you going?" ask me slowly. Diverting the timelessness that rolls up these feelings.
"Ana, later when Dad comes home we play, yes," asked me in a flat tone. Imagine playing outside the house.
"Sister, will not be loved again out," said my brother bluntly. "Because Brother is already injured," he continued.
I immediately looked at my knees after hearing my brother's words frankly say it. This also immediately crossed my memory of Septiani who deliberately pushed me and saw me fall down while laughing with satisfaction. He was so cruel to want to make myself as his game material.
"Maybe if Big Brother persuades Dad. I will definitely let Brother out," I said back with full confidence.
"Try it, brother. But I can't believe Dad was that good" my sister said, resuscitating me.
I went back to listening to what my sister said. It was really hard for me to get mercy from my father, I thought.
"If you allow Dad to come out to play. Brother should be able to keep himself from falling, brother" he explained.
"If not in love is also okay," I replied indifferently.
"At home is bad. No friends, constantly have to hear the babble of Mother beloved brother," said my sister. "Bored," he continued.
"But outside is not good either. A lot of bad people" I said.
"Haha ! If I have never met a bad person," said my sister mixed with amused laughter when she heard my reasoning.
"Yes, yes" I said with great emphasis.
"Hihihi, Brother at home there are also bad people," replied my sister directly clearly.
I closed my lips tightly. The body that had been cold for a long time came back surprised to hear the honesty that came out of his mouth. I turned my head and more and more seriously looked at my sister by raising one side of the body sitting on the air.
"Don't go outside. Inside the house there are also bad people," he continued.
"Who's the bad guy like, Ana ?" aska I want to know.
"That's what I love to make you not love me anymore" he replied briefly.
The deg!
I immediately limp and drop this body sitting leaned back against the wall.
"She likes to be close to Dad. Until Dad never asked me again, let alone give pocket money," he said.
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