The Struggle of a Child
A raucous voice with suspicion
"A little more, Mom," I replied in a heavy voice. Look at the grass I scissor.
"Hm!" Our mother continued to complain as a signal to answer from me.
He still stood with both hands on his waist. His tight face kept staring at the two of us.
"Ana, why don't you clean your sweep?" ask our connecting mother who still stands like an appraiser.
I spontaneously followed the lips of our conjured mother who reprimanded my sister. Both eyes widened and turned to look at the trash he called, followed by my body sitting on a small bench slightly tilted forward with both hands holding the grass and scissors.
"You know not Ana. The garbage will look dirty," said our mother. Stand up by tightening his face.
My sister who stopped her sweep and stood a little tilted back to her mother continued we did not answer her at all.However, she returned her footsteps to the back sweeping the trash called mother continued us earlier.
"You're also Liyan, why do you see your sister constantly!" reprimand mom keep us. She glanced her eyes back at me.
Reflexes nervously I turned back to sit looking at the grass that I scissor.
"Sound you two, yeah! There's no excuse from your mouth, a lot of trash and grass. Understood it! Everything should be clean today. No bargaining, yes Ana!" I explained with great emphasis. Pointing her index finger into the air gave a stern warning to both of us and especially to my sister.
My sister was getting flustered from behind me. He answered nothing at all, let alone denied it.
I was more and more satisfied to hear the voice of our mother who pierced the heart. He did not think at all about the feelings of the person who heard him. The grass that swayed in the wind even I scissors everything without remaining in the slightest.
"If you're done. Don't try to escape, yeah!" he said he gave a strong warning.
My sister didn't respond to it at all. He still enjoyed everything he heard. I slowly turned my head glancing to the left side right at the shadow of my little sister's body standing with a broom pole high enough from her.
"Yes ma'am" I answered briefly mixed with a raucous voice. Turning his head slowly silently looked back at the grass I had scissors on.
"Liyan, you're not sick anymore, are you?" asked mom to connect us with a suspicious mixed voice.
Glek !
I was silent. This tiny, cold body was as if struck by this huge pile of rocks piling up. The grass scissors I hold the stronger I squeeze. The look of suspicion from his face would be catastrophic to me, I thought.
While the voice of raucous and increasingly paled face is clearly visible coloring this face can not be hidden. I was getting nervous as a result, holding back the suspicions raised by my sister and mother.
I feel like I'm getting narrower to cover it up than my dad. The grass that I scissor also kept me scissors violently along with the grunts in the heart silently.
I kept glancing at the door of the house that was wide open from the two eyes that I raised slightly. He still stood upright while looking at me who was raging in my heart.
"Liyan, I think you're in pain?!" he said he kept looking at me sharply.
The deg!
I wanted to get down and hide this face as quickly as possible from her. This tiny body feels trembling now so that even the grass no longer wants me to touch.
My sister who was standing far behind me did not respond at all. Does he listen or not? I don't know either. I kept thinking about it in my mind.
"Liyan, I suspect that you are sick" he said with all confidence in his heart. Move slightly stretching his long-standing legs.
I immediately ventured. "Mother I'm not sick" I replied in a raucous voice mixed with panic. Scissor the grass with a slight tremble.
Srrk! Srrk! Srrk!
The sound of my brother sweeping through the trash sounded as if he was approaching me. Slowly I quietly turned a little head glancing at him who was walking carrying a shadow through me. I raised my head silently as well. Glancing at him who looked up arrogantly put the broom to its original place.
"I'm ready" said my sister indifferently. Walked through me just like that.
I then blushed shyly dropping my gaze down and went back to see the right hand holding the scissors and the left hand holding the grass.
"Liyan! You not ready yet? Your sister is ready!" ask my contact mother. Standing looking at me.
Back I raised the look in the eyes slightly opening the lips. "Yes, Mom. Just a little bit more" I said in fear. Turning the view to see my sister looks reluctant to enter because our mother continued to stand upright in front of the door blocking her.
"You must not long! You'll be sick later. If you're sick, the money's up!" said my mother was spicy. This heart-wrenching. My fingers were getting limp and the grass scissors I was holding wanted to come off straight away.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied softly with the same word over and over again. These small lips that are getting dry longer are vibrating and stiff.
The suspicious face was staring sharply at me, making my space narrower and more limited.
I wanted to run as far away as possible. However, I am not helpless at all. I was getting restrained back in the siege by both opposite directions.
Our contact mother still harbored deep suspicions, it seemed that she asked again. "Liyan, then why did your voice change ?" tanyanya. Removing one of his hands and advancing his body from afar seemed to want to get a little closer to me.
Both the eyes and face that were mixed with panic opened these lips. "Mother I'm thirsty" I replied. Covering the truth, followed by the two spinning eyeballs silently looked towards my sister with mixed hearts.
My sister was seen throwing her face straight away from me after me and she met a look. He hates me inside. He was still standing while leaning his small body on the wall of the house exactly a little away from the door.
I was immediately shocked as if gaping to see my sister who easily turned her back to me following her hatred that begs in the depths of the heart.
"Liyan! Leave that! Now hurry you in. I was suspicious of hearing your strange voice today," he said firmly mixed with suspicion. His body turned right away from me.
"Well, ma'am," I answered briefly in the following raucous voice with a hot and cold petite body.
My reflexes immediately woke up from sitting and a little limping in order to keep this knee from having a bad impact on my health in the future. Tired and tired is what I feel. I slowly dragged these two legs along slowly.
"Sister, I'm sure. Brother must be sick," said my sister from behind who suddenly stopped my steps.
The deg!
Both eyeballs instantly widened and squeezed the cold fingers tightly.
"Ana" I said slowly. Twisting slowly nervously stood straight in front of my sister.
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