The Struggle of a Child
The unanswered hope
"Don't mock, yes Brother," cried my sister. Filling the ceiling of our house.
I'm so glad to see it . "So, now you know, don't you," I whispered in her ear, raising my eyebrows. Pulling both lips loose.
My sister immediately groaned to see me who was smiling widely in the midst of suffering that befell her.
"That's why don't you try to find your sympathy. Finally, we both got the law, right, hihihi !" my words laugh amusedly insinuated it.
"So Brother later yes. When did you not punish your own brother?" threaten my brother with a cynical look in the eye.
"Why are you still in that room, huh? You're under the law again, aren't you?" ask mom to connect us. Stand peeking out from behind the curtain and slightly open it with his right hand.
My sister and I immediately stood in line like a child lined up neatly like in a school. Looking at the faces of our connecting mothers and occasionally dropping glances looking at the ends of the curtains that were broken.
"Yes Mom. We're going out" I replied quietly without my sister following me. My sister never liked it. So, he didn't need to feel he had to answer.
My contact mother felt uncomfortable seeing my sister who tightened her face when standing face to face with her. He hurriedly turned around and left us after asking us a question and quickly removed the curtain he was holding.
Huh!
He grunted annoyedly. Passed by without saying goodbye to us. I'm increasingly indifferent to the stark differences in our family. My sister didn't like it very much while she was constantly giving away as if advising my sister who obviously never liked her.
I sighed mixed with dizziness seeing this. The clothes that we wore from last night still faithfully accompany us to this day.
I was careless to twist this unhealthy body while pulling both lips with a frown. As if I felt like this was all a charade.
"You're not going with Brother ?" my many. Stopping the step and turning the slightly slanted body glanced at my sister to the side right standing a little distance away. He was still standing behind me. "You don't come out. Sweeping pages. Your punishment will be increased" I said. Glancing to the side as a gesture of bringing these two lips closer to my sister's ear.
My sister immediately let out a harsh sigh so loudly that it sounded as if she was upset to hear my words.
"Yes, I know," she replied. Followed my steps directly from behind.
"Ana, did you see the broom?" my many. Stand in front of the door while holding the leg pain. Turning the eyes around looking around. The tiny body that was hot high mixed with cold was trying to hold as strong as possible.
"Where do I know, brother. I'll never sweep, '" he said indifferently.
I who was standing right beside him instantly turned my head towards the side looking at him. She was so tightened up once that her innocent face no longer looked like a spoiled little boy.
"Ana, help your brother clean the yard," my father asked screaming from inside his room.
"No one lives a little bit of his trash!" please connect us. Stand in front of the door.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied. Seeing our mother who stood in front of the door. While my sister had completely nonchalantly responded to him and just passed by without even a single glance at our continued mother who was standing right behind the two of us.
"If you grow up, you have to be like this kid, yeah!" my mother told us. Stared at. It was as if she was insinuating my sister who passed behind her just like that.
I looked up more and more at their feud. My mother and sister look like people in a cold war.
"Take that broom. Don't you just skip!" exclaim mom connect us. Waving those sharp glimmers of his eyes towards the foot of my brother who stepped. However, it's a pity that my sister ignored him completely, even looking at the broom that was leaning against the wall she didn't want to.
I'm even more impressed to see him who is starting to dare now. I felt like I was sleeping in a cold place while looking at my indifferent sister in the midst of my body temperature that was beginning to shiver.
"Liyan, you sweep it all and leave the grass clean, too," tell mom to connect me with a flat tone mixed with annoyance to see my sister who just walked without looking at him in the slightest.
I left him alone standing at the door. "Ana, what are you doing?" my many. Stand up to my sister.
Huhuhoo!
"You're crying, huh?" I asked to see my sister who scribbled the ground with a wooden branch. "What are you drawing?" askaku. Looking at the ground that had been crossed by a picture of a face. "That's a ga... ." I immediately paused the intention to ask my sister because I heard the screams of the connecting mother who called me.
"Liyan!" he called out from the front door.
"Yes ma'am," I answered immediately running to pick up a broom that was leaning against the wall.
"Sweep everything clean and you Ana, pull the grass! Don't do much of your behavior there! What are you writing on that land, huh?" screeched with a tone of voice that echoed in the empty air.
I continued my sweep until I arrived beside my sister. Stand with a body that starts to droop. "Ana, just sweep this, page. Let Big Brother pull out the grass," my suggestion softly whispered in my sister's ear. Poking a broom in front of him.
I who are increasingly not strong standing holding this body continues to force this leg firmly to stand firmly even in conditions that are not fit.
My sister just kept ignoring me. He constantly wrote the ground. I kept watching him. The irregular sweep also made me more affected by screeches from the mother who continued to monitor us from afar.
"Liyan, why is your sweep not clean?!" shouted asked.
"Yes Mom. I'll clean it up" I replied a little loudly. Running back repeating my sweep from the beginning.
"What does your sister do, huh?" ask my mom, curious.
"I don't know, Mom" I replied. Holding a broomstick while dragging the trash. Dropping eyes mixed with faces that were hiding something.
My gaze kept on looking at my sister's back who was standing behind me. For so long he stood up he did not look back at all. Even if it just smirked at me.
I just keep hoping it happens. Wishing my sister would look at me, even if only for a moment. But, unfortunately, that hope was not answered. I had no answer at all to that hope. I was so disappointed mixed sadly while looking at the broom that was dragging the trash.
"Ana, if you don't want to pull the grass. You just sweep this," I asked in a low tone of voice coaxing my sister from a distance a little bit behind her.
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