The Struggle of a Child
Treating wounds
"Sir, what's there. Come here" take my sister. Waving her hand in the air as a gesture called out to me.
I immediately turned my head looking towards my sister who was calling from behind the room curtain. "Yes" I replied. Dragging a sore leg to my sister.
"Sister's beloved mother is gone. So, why else is Brother standing there," said my sister.
Pick up a P3K box that is suddenly located in the corner of the room floor. "Now treat the feet of Brother first to heal quickly," he said.
"Ana, when did you get this box?" manyaku. Sit on the bed and raise both legs.
"So, while you were eating in the kitchen" said my sister. Laying the P3K box in front of me.
I took it straight away too. "The wound is dry, really," I said. Covering wounds with hands.
My sister turned her lips slightly forward as a sign that she didn't believe what I said. "Why did you cover up?" ask her question mark. Raise eyebrows.
"Let's not get dusted" I said. Looking at the hand that was still covering the wound. Picked up the P3K box that swung in the air right in front of me.
"Haha ! Sis, I know the truth" my sister continued. Glanced at me with eyes that knew the truth.
"Already la Kak. Just treat the wound. Let's not get worse and Brother will be able to enter a new class school" said my sister.
I stared for a moment at the P3K box I was holding.
"Don't look around, brother. At the open continue to treat it wounds Brother. Let Brother not be angry constantly," my sister advised.
"But... ." I was still thinking about seeing the P3K box my sister was giving me.
"But what is Brother?" ask my sister astonished.
"... It's painful," I said directly. Facing P3K box continuously.
"Haduh Brother. It's just for a minute" my sister continued. Look at the P3K box I'm holding.
Heard my sister's advice and advice. I opened the P3K box.
Nah!
The box opens and gives off a distinctive aroma that can be but for wounds.
I took the red medicine and opened it and poured a little into the wound that had not dried.
"That's Brother's wound hasn't healed yet. The wound is not dry yet" said my brother wistfully looking at the widened, watery wound.
"Yahaagh! Huhuhuhuhoo!" I also took it for a moment. My tears that had been firmly blocked now immediately gushed profusely.
Huhuhuhu ! My cry that I was trying to endure broke loosely. The face of the mother I missed was suddenly present dancing in both eyes. I also cried so much with sobs half I could bear.
The sore wound mixed with the cold heat of this body further drained my emission until the crying was getting broken and tears were pouring down both cheeks. The sadness mixed with my mother's screams earlier made my sadness even more profound.
"Sister, don't cry. It was just a wound and it was also a matter of 'just a moment, '" my sister scolded with annoyance and mixed up. Seeing my cry like a child. "Luka is so crying. So if you are afraid of the same injury do not play far away," he said with a sloppy. Seeing me cry.
"But the wound is sore, huhuhuhu!" I said with a raucous tone of voice mixed with sobs.
"Goddess!" my sister's sighs softly massaged my chest which was too late. "That's it, cry. You crybaby," his grunts were ashen.
I slowly took out the wound that made me walk around. I continued to puff it with both eyes closed imagining my mother's loving face coming to treat my unhealed leg wound.
I slowly felt my mother present and breathed out my painful wounds and hugged me tightly. Slowly my crying subsided for a moment.
"That's Brother. Did I say. It was just for a moment" my sister explained. "Bad brother rascal anyway. He said he didn't believe it" he said furiously. Seeing me stubborn.
"Ana, you dare not" I complained back while closing both eyes.
"Eem," I replied.
My sister's getting quieter and longer. I don't know what he is now. But obviously I was still asleep with my eyes closed imagining my mother coming to treat my wounds.
I kept getting carried away by the object I saw in my closed eyes. That loving shady face as if smiling wiped my sorrows away. Her face grew even longer, making me feel no pain in the wound that made me groan in pain.
"Liyan, have you eaten yet?" ask the voice from behind the curtain.
I was shocked and opened both eyes. "Dad," I muttered slowly looking straight ahead with both eyes wide.
I glanced at the corner of the bed. I was also more and more surprised to see my sister who had slept well.
"Yes, Dad" I replied. The reflex turned its head right towards the source of my father's voice while marginalizing the P3K box a little away from me.
"Have you eaten yet?" ask dad. Looking at us from the curtains that were slightly open.
"Here you go, Dad" I replied directly. Closing my knee wounds.
"You sick?" asked my father astonished. Seeing my nervous system. Waving sharp eyes as if to say that he did not believe what I said.
"No," I replied. Dropping my gaze down looking at my side of my legs that are stretched out.
My father nodded at my answer and left me and my sister asleep.
Huh! I exhaled and massaged my chest with relief. Finally, my father left too, I thought. He didn't know I was sick. I stared straight at the wall of the room with sadness.
I recalled the body that had started to get hot cold. The hot temperature of my body was becoming more and more so with the cold that still enveloped this self. I'm getting so upset about it, especially until my dad finds out. If I get sick then he will definitely scold me. I am also increasingly struggling with the anxiety that children in this self.
"Liyan, who did the dishes ?" ask dad. Standing behind the curtains of our room.
"Our father wanted to learn to do the dishes" I replied to my father's question. The real cover-up happens when mom calls us to do the dishes.
"Did your mother not forbid it?" ask my father to investigate.
"Dad, I didn't know we were washing dishes" I replied. Walk out to my father.
My father shut up and nodded then he left me alone standing. "From tomorrow, if not I tell you. Don't try to wash the dishes, "reproved my father loudly. Standing straight in front of the kitchen door exactly facing out, followed his head turned to the right to see me.
"Yes, Dad" I replied. Looking at my father then looking around the house and no longer seeing the face of our mother who was scolding me.
"Liyan, what are you looking for ?" ask dad. Standing in front of the kitchen door. Stop walking half way.
"There's nothing, Dad," I replied.
My father and I each turned their bodies and walked toward our own goals.
"Listen Liyan. There will be no more school holidays. Just because your feet hurt" he said. Reminds.
My right foot came to a standstill and turned to my father who stepped out the kitchen door. "Obati your wound until it heals. I don't want to know," he continued.
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