The Struggle of a Child
Moved to the ground
"Sister Brother. I don't want to. Just the brother who does it himself. I don't want to" he said with an echoing tone mixed with empty air blowing. "I'm in the law because of Brother. So, just the brother who did it," he said heartily. The handkerchief I was holding was as if it wanted to slip away.
I was so sad to be mixed with disappointment to see the words that were thrown by him just like that. I'm getting bitter and tears want to immediately grow in the eye peluhan. The broom that dragged the trash I looked at with two teary eyes.
It is so sad that this heart feels. The sister I loved all this time seemed to think of me as an enemy. I was so squeezed with this suffering that I was so lethargic to stare at myself behind the shadow that followed.
Now only a shadow remains for me who will always be faithful to accompany this step until the end of life. I kept asking in my heart. How long will this end?
My sister still insisted on maintaining her hard heart and was reluctant to look at me at all. He still insisted on the ambiguous desire of his heart.
"Ana, you need to come clean. Later if you know he will be angry," I said as I dragged the trash.
"If Brother wants. Only his brother did. I don't want to," she bluntly explained. "Because I want to learn to draw. So that I would become a famous painter" he said in a loud voice. As if it would happen someday.
The broom I was holding stopped instantly and raised my head to look at my sister's back who was standing straight behind me.
"I don't want to sweep, let alone pluck the grass. I want to draw my mother's face pretty. Let him be happy to see it" continued my brother.
I kept looking at him softly. My reflex immediately recalled the face of the mother I saw in a photograph I met in my father's closet yesterday. The face in the photo was as if dancing in this eye patch beautifully.
That shady and affectionate face seemed to hold me tightly as I closed both eyeballs. I felt that her embrace was so strong that I never felt like I had lost a mother.
This weak little body seemed to have healed when I saw the face of the mother I missed. I was so happy to be in that delusion mixed with tears. Especially when I was sad when I remembered the disease that attacked all over this body with pleasure he took away the happiness that I just got.
"Have the page been clean?" ask mom to connect us. Stand back at the door.
I was shocked and immediately looked at the source of the sound. "Mother," I murmured slowly. Keep sweeping the trash.
"Ana, what are you doing there?" ask my father in a loud voice. Standing right next to his wife.
I'm dragging a broom fast toward my sister. "Ana, let's sweep this page. If you don't want to pull out the grass," I whispered in my sister's ear. "You didn't hear Dad's voice" I said.
My sister spontaneously stopped the wooden twigs on the ground. He quietly closed his lips tightly. The image that had been seen above the ground now carried me drifting back to remember my mother.
"Liyan, Anna!" Why are you guys playing?" ask our mother who did not want to be silent.
"Don't you add the punishment again!" my father followed our mother's words.
I immediately brushed off the face of my mother who disturbed my concentration to complete this punishment. "Ana, let's go! Take this broom," I hurriedly exclaimed.
"So, I don't want to sweep" my sister jolted. Turning around and walking takes a small bench located right in the corner of the wall covered by neatly arranged flower pots.
Plaque !
My sister immediately dropped the bench with a grumbling heart.
"Ana, don't put on a sour face" my father scolded. Standing by watched us one by one.
My sister immediately turned her seat back to my father. While I continued to sweep through the half-large courtyard which was exhausting this tiny body spontaneously.
"Liyan, why did you stop ?" asked mom to connect us with a surprised voice mixed with anger.
"I... ." I remained silent for a moment neutralizing my breathing that had already begun to weaken. "...I want to say hello, ma'am," I answered immediately. Dragging the broom back while forcing this body to stay afloat.
"Yes, Dad" I replied.
"Dad, I'm ready," my brother screamed from afar to my father who sounded powerfully from behind me.
Spontaneous I immediately turned the body. Gawking at my sister who was clearly saying that to our father. This small, unhealthy body was very surprised and tried as hard as possible to try to survive in the middle of the injured leg.
"Dad, the grass is short. So, my hand hurts, Well pluck it out," my sister lamented with a wail.
" 'There's a knife, there's scissors, '" said our mother. " That's just your excuse. So you don't pull that grass!" he was cynically looking at my sister.
I who still sweep the trash occasionally glanced at the two of them who from the past until now was still like that.
"Listen, yes Ana. Don't try to leave the grass! And stand there again!" cry mother continued us who struggled with the emotions of his soul. Pointing under the guava tree that was drawn by the face of our beloved mother.
This tiny body of high heat and cold still drags the garbage up to the trash can located a little far above the ground right near the fruitful water guava tree.
Baugh's!
Suddenly, the guava fell from above. Not far from my head. "Agh!" I was immediately startled and reflexively moved away from under the tree.
"You're also Liyan, saying you have to stand there for a long time" our mother said loudly.
I immediately silently dropped my gaze down as if I blushed in embarrassment.
"Sister, if you don't, I'm the one on the page" said my sister from afar. Get up and stand up to me. "Silver clean the grass," he asked. Pouring the grass scissors and forcibly taking the broom I was holding.
"Ana, no need," I said with a gaze that began to twitch. Holding tightly to the broomstick my sister pulled.
"Sister, let go" my sister's screamed firmly over my hand.
Baugh's!
"Aaagh!" I screamed in pain while stroking my back.
"Ana, why did you push your sister?" ask my dad to scream.
"Dad, I didn't intentionally. Big brother who fell down by himself," he replied in a soft tone of voice mixed with a slight feeling of guilt. Holding a broom handle with a pushy look.
"You're just Ana! If your brother gets sick, how ? You got money to convert her, huh?" ask mommy to connect us with frustration. As if she wanted to approach my sister. However, with a heavy heart he prevented it because my father was sitting on a bench right near him and while looking at the two of us.
I sat on the ground. Hearing him grew even more careless as he continued to hear the two of them fighting every day.
"Ana, why are you pushing Big Brother so hard?" ask me with a soft tone of voice. Staring at my cynical sister glanced at me.
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