The Struggle of a Child
My sister

After my sister gets some delicious fried rice. He sat down with a cynical face. He looked so upset that I didn't wake up like he did, I thought to myself.

My stubborn and jutek sister. Sit while eating fried rice with rough. Sometimes he snorted indistinctly like throwing annoyance, but who did he know? I don't know.

My cold little body was now staring fixedly filled with anger. It was as if he was yelling to tell me when he would get some warmth, even if it was just a plate of fried rice.

I who was so stunned looked at my sister incarnated like a fairy. His sinister face suddenly smiled with a blush.

I who was standing far enough walked a little fast towards him.

"Ana, what's wrong with you?" I asked with curiosity. "What's so funny?" I asked to come back to know.

"There's nothing, brother!" The answer. Bribed the fried rice with a little rough. Glancing annoyed. "Not go there! I'm lazy close to brother." Reciprocity.

My sister looks so upset. Scratch his face looking like one who wanted to pounce while biting the tablespoon firmly repeatedly.

"Ana, what's wrong with you? If there's anything tell brother mm." I said softly. Sit over.

"I'm fine, brother! I understand no!" Continue brother.

"Why did you bite your spoon?" Tanya was astonished to hear the answer from him.

"What is Brother's business! It's up to me to bite the spoon or not." Pekik.

"It's not that Big Brother meant to upset you. Brother is just astonished! You're not usually like this." My complaint.

Immediately I approached my elderly sister. He was seen silent while stirring his fried pulse. A small grunt seemed to be from his tight face.

"Why are you?" Ask me to want to know.

After taking a nap my father left

workings.

"Liyan!" Call my dad.

"Yes, Dad." I answered, running quickly to my father.

"Where's your sister?" Ask my dad to know.

"Pawny Dad." Answer me flatly.

"What time?" Ask my dad to want to know.

"Liyan doesn't know Dad." My toilet.

Hearing my words my father looked at me with a rough breath.

"You are yes, son! Any time you ever know where your sister's messing around?" While taking his shirt off a clothes hanger.

I didn't bother to hear what my father said.

"Liyan! You're the biggest kid you should know where your sister's messing around? You have to take care of him because you're the biggest kid." Pekik. Staring at me.

Even my pouting face did not dare look me in the eyes of my father. My father kept talking while tidying up his bed mat.

While my brother is the most spoiled. He never stayed home for long. He's his kid's hobby. His hard character sometimes makes my father have to give up a lot. He's also a very brave boy, so my father doesn't worry about him much if he goes to play. He is also an easy kid to ask for. If my dad needs anything, my dad would rather have my sister.

Puk puk!

My dad's going to work cleaning the shoes he wants to wear.

"You guys are fine at home huh, Liyan. Take care of your sister!" Pinta. Stand in front of the door while praying. My father didn't forget to leave the pocket money for us.

"This is you two for two." My father said slowly.

I who was beside my father received the pocket money for his gift with pleasure.

"Horry! I got some pocket money." I cried out happily as a little jubilant run around our small living room.

"Where's brother?" Asked my sister curiously and a face glowed.

"Say our father for two." My toilet.

"Hm!" With a sullen face my sister immediately limp hearing "for two."

"Let's go!" My screams ran.

We went to the shop with a happy heart while enjoying the snacks we bought. My sister is so strong at buying. She was never enough with the money our father had given her, but dear to my sweet sister, she still often asked for my part with a heavy heart at last, inevitably I had to give up because I remembered my father's advice that the first child should give up.

Play up!

We who just buy now come to play as soon as my sister sees her friend play.

"Wey, what are you guys playing? Come with me, right?!" Pinta my sister gently.

"Yes, Ana's here! We're playing with yuk!" Bring 'em.

My sister walked with me, now running as fast as lightning approached her friend and left me alone to go home.

I can't be like my sister! Who can play though, ask permission. My brother was never angered by my father if he got injured. Not like I'm always watching when I play. I sometimes want to play but can't if there's no permission from my father. While walking I continued to talk alone occasionally looking at my sister who played loosely.Laughter, a lot of friends, not infrequently if I sometimes envy her.

I'm home alone no one is my friend here. Only the empty chairs and dining table became my friend while staring out at the trees and grass dancing under the wind.

Ahahaha!!!

"You guys take care of me." My sister.

Their laughter was heard in my ears because their game was not too far from our house.

Huhuhuhuhuhu!!!

Suddenly, I heard the sound of crying girls from across the house.

"Sister!" Call my sister.

I sat there curiously and looked back and forth.

Srrrrrr!

My blood immediately came down and my heart went limp to see it.

"Blood!" I said while looking at my sister's feet from her ankles to her thighs. So much blood dripping onto the ground.

"Sir,saakiiit !" Cetus. Her tears were dripping and her crying broke instantly.

"Take a palm oil." Cetus.

If my dad knew it could be this bad. I should be able to clean his blood until it doesn't drip again. I keep trying to

clean his blood with a cloth.

"Who made it like this?" Ask me want to know.

"My friend brother, who's near our house."Answer my sister lirih.

"Yes, but why is it like this?" Ask me want to know. Staring at my sister.

"So he asked to be with me." Crying out. Turns out he wants to take a palm oil. When I squatted I didn't know apparently, he pulled a palm midrib. So, my thighs. I know she's I'm still screaming at her draw." Refute brother.

With a sad face mixed with annoyance my sister told me with tears and tears that dripped incessantly. His face that I used to see was now flushed red from crying and enduring the pain.

"Eat him next time you try to be invited to play, right so, I guess this happened. Not to mention I'll know, how?"

"Don't tell dad, I'll be angry."

Pinta. Begged.

I can't do anything either, want to tell my father I don't dare, let it go awry.

"Ntahla, brother doesn't know the deck." Refuse me by breathing rough I finally remain silent.

My struggle has finally yielded good results. The blood that was flowing now stopped.

Finally the blood stopped and fortunately my father had not returned home with a happy heart.

My crying sister has started to shut up. His tears could no longer be seen dripping, his cheeks that had been flushed had now started as usual.

The afternoon of the Maghrib!

"Assalamualaik."

"Wa'alaikumussalam Father."

My sister ran over to my father who had just returned home.

"Dad bring what?" I asked while looking at my father's right hand holding a black plastic package.

"Bring the cake." Answer my father who stood at the door stepped into the house with my brother's hand on the left.

Rreeeeekkkkkkk!

My sister couldn't wait for her to start tearing her plastic.

"Hm! Yummy." um." While eating the cake with greed.

"Died the other ana!" Shouted my father from a distance.

He who was fun to eat cake now I samperin by asking his feet news.

"Dad! How do your legs still hurt?" Ask me to want to know.

"Ushhh! Don't be so hard, brother." Closing my lips. I'll hear you." While chewing the cake.

I immediately set my eyes on my father who was going to take a bath to perform Maghrib prayer.

"Dad ngga will hear brother. I'm gonna take a shower." My sister. Staring at me.

"So, how will the pain get worse?" Asking back.

"That's it, brother!" Answer my sister lirih.

Suddenly, I saw my father standing in front of us.

"What pain?" My father looked at us in wonder, and he looked at us one by one.

"Geeee...!!!" Stammering, we stared at each other.

My father looked at us more and more sharply.

"Why?" Ask my father in surprise.

"No Dad!" My sister said as she glanced at me.

My father looked at the two of us as he turned his body and left.

The sound from the room!

Allah Akbar!

"Father again pray." I said to my sister while pointing to the room.

"Yes, brother! Brother next time don't say anything. If dad's home again. Later, if you know it's gonna be a storm."

I just kept looking at him with a slightly annoyed look.

It's strange! Already know the wrong people are kept. It's nice for him and his parents to take responsibility. Already he was wrong with upset I was silent while looking at my sister who again ate the cake brought by my father earlier.

My sister is like that if she has outside problems with her friends. He must have wanted to tell a story. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to talk about the problem. My sister is a child who is good at acting. He knows what to tell, what not to tell.

But until when? He's able to endure the pain. In my heart I kept saying while looking at his feet.

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Assalamualaikum

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