The Struggle of a Child
A sad insinuation
My body is getting weaker and weaker. I also had to deal with the problem of knee that never healed due to carelessness and my lazy nature to treat it because I could not withstand the pain if my wound was dropped with an antidote wound.
I was increasingly worried and upset to hear the demands of my father who insisted to immediately treat the wound so that it would heal quickly and there was no reason not to teach.
I was even saddened when I saw the curtains of the room in which the red medicine still lay on the bed. Slowly I walked up to the wall where the child Bp whom I had clipped was and took it.
Disconnected Bp boy immediately I brought into the room. That Bp boy was so pitiful when I looked at him. He can no longer play with me. Now he has to get away from me. The hand that half floated in the air wanted to throw it was forced to undo because I could not let go because he was one of the Bp children that I liked the most.
"Haha !" My brother laughed suddenly from behind.
I immediately flinched and remained silent with the right hand that was still swinging in the air reflex I turned my head directly to glance at it. "Ana, are you awake?" my many. Turn my sister around and turn your head to the left glancing at her.
"Haha ! Sis, why was he dumped?" ask her with a mixed tone of voice.
"Ana, I'll buy a new one later" I said. Slowly lower the hand. "Because he's broken up" I said straightforwardly. Seeing a child Bp.
"Huh! My sister snorted a long breath. While looking up at the sky and hugging his pillow.
I quickly turned my head and my body stood upright looking towards my sister. "What's wrong, brother?" my many. Walk towards him who was sitting with his face bent.
"Sister, why do we keep in brackets at home ?" asked my sister in a tone of voice that held a regret.
"Why? You're not free to play anymore, are you?" I said to ask my sister who was sitting there as if she was sorry.
"I don't know for myself, I don't feel at home in brackets. I want to be like the old days who can play out without asking for permission," he said in a flat voice mixed with disappointment.
I then looked down at the end of the hanging leg sitting him on the bed. "Ana, I may be afraid that you will become a child who likes to wander" I replied. Glancing at my sister, followed by both my hands holding a severed child Bp.
"Yes, but Dad no longer listens to me. If I whine for an exit. Now Dad always says that I have to take care of Big Brother," he explained his heart with a heavy face.
I feel guilty for what happened to my sister because I can't keep myself outside. So, now he's the one getting the impact from my carelessness. I felt more and more inferior in front of my own sister the longer I felt more and more useless. Even to take care of myself I can't.
A glimpse of Septiani's face flashed in the eye pelupuk. The ball and bike that became a barrier for my brother to play made me feel guilty so I deliberately made him feel the way I was going through.
"Ana, maybe I'll just briefly tell you to stay at home" I said in a soft tone of voice to let my sister feel calm.
My sister immediately turned to me by pulling her lips to the left as if giving a signal that she was worried about my opinion. "I don't know Brother. But Dad was very firm," he said with a sad face. Glancing at me and still hugging his pillow tighter.
"Dad can't be wooed either. Haven't yet. Dad, if you're angry, he'll have to swerve" I said. Glancing at my sister who was disappointed mixed up.
Bp children's toys did not feel it turned out I had crumpled in the grasp.
"Udah tangled," I screamed in a soft tone of voice. Staring at him with widened eyeballs mixed in surprise.
"Haha ! My brother is unconscious. That Brother holds that?!" said my sister asked while looking at him with a face mixed with laughter.
I was a little annoyed to see my negligence not realizing that this child of Bp was in my grasp. "Engga," I replied slowly mixed in a sad tone of voice. Glancing at the child Bp in both hands.
My sister immediately widened her eyeballs and raised both eyebrows while shaking her head mixed with indifferent facial lines as if she was massaging my chest to see me.
I took a rough breath seeing my negligence. I again dropped my eyes down looking at the child Bp who was in the grasp.
"You don't want this to be thrown away" I said in a soft voice mingled in unwillingness.
"Yes obviously," replied my sister directly. Staring straight ahead with a loose face.
"There must be a brother" replied my sister.
Child Bp who has managed to make me sad now I have to throw away willingly.
"Sister, throw it away now! Before you see it." my sister suggested.
I turned my head. "Now ?" my many. Bummer.
"Yes" my sister replied.
Huh!
I snorted in annoyance. "Toment now. Tomorrow I can" I complained with a small grunt. "Just bought last night. This has to be thrown out!" I groan with a heavy heart.
"Just be wild. Let me see it," chirped my sister. "Most Brother is not in love with pocket money and is not in love with toys anymore" he said.
After hearing my sister's chirp, I saw her again. Immediately I answered what he said. "Dad never bought Big Brother a toy" I explained softly. Look straight up at the floor. "Sister always buy nothing, use your own pocket money," I said.
"That's because Brother is wrong maybe," continued my sister.
"No one's ever wrong" I replied innocently.
"Then, why didn't you buy a toy?" ask my sister to know. Waving a sharp look at me.
I shook my head in confusion after hearing the question from him and I didn't know I wanted to answer that question either.
"Maybe Big Brother likes snacks carelessly," he said again repeating it.
I stayed a few minutes to find out why my dad wouldn't buy me a toy. "Well, Ana." I pointed my finger in the air.
My sister was immediately startled and frowned seeing me.
"Maybe Dad told Brother to skimp. Or maybe you have no money" I said slowly and lowered my voice with a sad face.
"Haha !" My sister laughed. "Sister, if I think because Brother is not a child to Daddy's darling," said my sister loudly.
The deg!
I immediately shut up. The head that had been perpendicular mixed with confidence was now struck down slowly.
"Yes, 'Can? Father's favorite son is me" he said proudly. "If a new beloved child is bought, whatever he wants," continued my brother proudly and happily while swinging both hands into the air as a gesture to describe his pleasure with great emphasis.
I immediately looked down with my face bent. I feel like a child that means nothing. Look at the toys I still have.
"So, you don't have to be sad" he suggested a little haughtily.
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