The Struggle of a Child
My nagging and my sister
"Okay Dad," I immediately ran up to pull out the grass.
"Sister, if you don't mock me. We will not be in the law" my sister lamented. Accusing me recklessly.
"Not because of my brother. But because of you! If you don't cry. This punishment will not exist, Sister," I replied in a flat tone of voice. Not willingly. Dropping the body sitting on the bench then plucking the grass back.
Mother kept up and our father who was standing like a team of monitors and assessors had left us both. Before father and mother continued we had a chance to say 'don't fight and finish 'noth everything without any scraps of garbage and grass.' That's what's still ringing in both ears and I still remember.
The footsteps of our mother who was heard walking inside the house were heard until they came out sharply entering my eardrum.
"Ana, you don't blame Brother. Because you're wrong too!" timpal. Glancing at my sister who was standing holding a broomstick, followed by my sharp hearing heard the footsteps of our mother and the clinking of spoons and glasses from inside the house mixed with the wind.
"Nobody always feels the truest" chirped my sister harshly. "Let Brother know. If I'm not close - close to Brother. I won't be punished like this" he grumbled deeply. Dragging back the broom until the dried leaves are no longer visible.
I keep mowing the grass with sharp scissors. "Ana, if this punishment is over. Maybe you'll love us to play?!" I said thinking innocently.
"So I thought Dad was like that. If you can't, you can't!" my sister was upset mixed up. Continue the sweep until clean.
"Whoa. It's just your thinking. You're never right to talk either !" tudingku with a flat tone of voice and a calm face.
My sister stopped her sweep immediately. He immediately glanced at me who was sitting up to pull the grass right a little distance away from him. I saw it from the tail of the eye.
"Sister, what am I talking about ? That's why you said I wasn't right? ask sister. As if he doesn't remember.
I pulled the grass back somewhere else. "Yes, you were wrong to talk to me" I said, repeating what I remembered.
The sound of my sister's sweep kept sounding disturbing hearing. "Sister always accused me of being wrong. Though I was wrong because of the evil Brother," he blurted with a tone of voice mixed with the sound of a loud sweep pulling garbage on the ground that rolled with a little grain of sand.
I moved the bench back to another place, just below the flower pot adjacent to the dindin.
"Evil? You're the bad Ana. Brother often gets punishment from Dad all because of your manners too," as I said in a tone of voice. Turn my sister away while pulling the grass.
"Because of me. It's because of Brother . Because Big Brother said I was evil" he said, not accepting the charges from me.
An already cold body tried to retaliate that my sister accused me of.
"So you're bad?! Because you're evil, really," I said bluntly. Glancing to the left side slightly saw my sister who let down her sweeping voice behind me.
"No, brother. If I'm bad. You must know?!" reply my sister remembered the incident earlier.
This grass was gone and I moved to another place right next to a large flower pot. "Say you're scared. If I knew you'd be upset, hihihi !" I said laugh amusedly. Take a serious look at the grass I scissor.
"Son, yes Brother. I just feel sorry to see Brother. If you're angry with Dad," my sister's pretext. "If Brother has been angered by Father. Must be Brother crying. Brother's a crybaby," he looked. It seemed as if he continued his sweep sounding from the ears.
I was still seriously looking at the long green grass and mixed with the short one as well.
"But I won't tell you how to believe it. Pulling out the grass and sweeping the lawn during the day," I said in a tone of voice objecting to receiving it.
I instantly kept quiet and did not turn my head even a little backwards looking at my sister who sounded as if she was turning her head looking at me. If you hear from his voice.
I kept holding the scissors and mowing the swaying grass that was carried away by the gusts of wind moving to and fro.
"If you know. Brother accused me, surely Father will scold Brother," my sister said firmly. It's as if he's giving me a threat I should be afraid of.
I looked down at the grass I cut. A word no longer sounds annoying to the eardrum. A tiny body that is suddenly unhealthy. Urgent hands this soon might mow the grass quickly.
"If I knew you were lying, too. Father will punish you, too" I replied with a sullen face mixed with heart pounding fear that my brother would be angry with me. Just keep looking at the grass I cut that's getting a little.
"Wouldn't tell Dad I was lying?" asked my sister as if she posed a threat to me.
The deg!
I was immediately nervous and pale. My heart was pounding at once, hearing the question posed by my sister as a terrifying warning threat.
"Later to be punished again" I replied directly. If you're in the law it's okay," I said in a low tone of voice while tightening my eyes tightly to contain the fear of my brother's enslaving anger.
"Liyan, Anna! Are you guys ready? Why so long?" asked our mother to scream from the inside.
I reflexively tighten the movement of the grass-scissors hands. The sound of a broomstick dragging the trash could be heard violently swinging in the air.
"Don't play you there, yeah!" scold us from inside the house.
Suddenly my sister rebuked me. "Sister, answer that. Beloved Mother Brother. Later he gave me another sentence," asked my sister as if urging me to answer immediately.
"Ana, you're the one who answered!" tell me to go back to my sister.
"Ah, I don't want to. That's not my mom, anyway. It's Brother's beloved mother" he said indifferently.
"Are you still there?" ask mom to connect us with a voice pretending to panic. Stepping swiftly towards the two of us. "Ooh, here you are" he said with relief. Standing in front of the door, he was followed by two hands that he deliberately placed on both waists. Seeing us still working.
I spontaneously raised my head and glanced at him. My weak little body felt even more limp after hearing her voice. My breath was getting irregular and chaotic. The tightness in the chest that held the fear even more made the palms cold.
Me and my sister who was nagging simultaneously silent and unmoved. No more rough swipes sounded.
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