The Struggle of a Child
The secret is hidden
"You're wrong. Brother is healthy, really," I said as if I was fine. Standing looking at my sister who was leaning against the wall and then dropping my eyes looking at the tip of the foot.
"So, you must be lying" my sister replied. Standing up and still leaning against the wall with her index finger as if doodling.
I squeezed out a strong fist that drooped perpendicular to the right. Highlight the weakened eyes stared at the ground nanar that was slightly mixed with the vast stretches of sand grains.
"So, not right. Brother is not sick," I said again saying casually to my sister.
"God!" My sister smirked not believing it. "If you are right. Why is he looking down?" ask sister.
Deg !
My breath seemed to stop hearing his words that suddenly weakened my nerves.
"Sister, you should tell Dad that you are sick" my sister hoped with a soft face. Turn the body standing sideways. "If you are silent. Later Dad will be angry with me, brother," he continued. Turn your body back to see me.
I was getting confused between my sister and my fear. The mind worked harder to choose which path I should go through first. I'm getting in a dilemma seeing myself getting more and more torturous.
The twilight face of my aging father was increasingly dancing in front of me in satisfaction. I grew pale eloquently when I saw that face even in a pseudo-shadow.
My sister was right. What he said was not wrong. All of that I have to tell my father bluntly because everything will get the impact. This is what my sister is worried about. My dad if he heard I was sick he would freak out. Plus, he told my sister to take care of me.
It made my sister look mentally depressed. He just kept looking at me sharply. It was as if the look in her eyes urged me to tell my father immediately.
"Kak you know. I can't see my brother is sick. Father must be sad, brother," my brother explained the circumstances that would happen. If I shut my mouth this gets tight.
"Ana, Brother's right. Brother doesn't hurt," I said, keeping my head hard.
Huh!
My sister increasingly grunted angrily dropped her body and squatted on the ground picking up the fallen yellow leaves and flying carried away by the wind that landed near the tip of her foot.
"Sister, I don't want to be punished with Dad anymore" my sister refused. "If your own brother is angry with you. It's okay," he said. Sok indifferently.
I was a little worried and wallowed between my fear and my sister's return. I'm getting quiet and will keep telling everyone that I'm healthy and I'm not sick. It just keeps haunting me with its history.
The outside air that blows through this skin feels cold as I try to survive everything that will make me lose my happy childhood again.
My pale face seemed to be clearly visible when I saw the shadow of my own face on the ground that seemed to meet my eyes. I will keep everything from my father and my brother, I thought. Surely they'll be sure that I'm not sick if I keep this on my own. My mind kept working for reasons that would keep me safe.
"Ana, my sister is not sick. Who said you're sick?" I said continuously and tried to cover it as much as possible from my sister. Look at the sand that flies carried by the wind that blows.
"Sister, if you're not sick. Why is it that big brother's voice?" ask my sister in amazement. He saw me and was followed by his hands playing yellow leaves.
I'm getting nervous and pale. "Ana, you're just thirsty" I replied slowly. Keep this to stay calm.
"Sister 'She just had a drink, '" he said in astonishment as if he had sharpened his suspicions against me. Putting the yellow leaves with both hands back.
I feel like I'm getting stuck between me and my sister. My increasingly hot breath was now blowing violently and swinging in the empty air that crowded with all that was with all the thunderous rumbles that sounded and was carried away by the gust of wind that carried all that he wants to come and go.
The yellow leaves are getting stronger in the crust. "Sister, if you're sick. Dad's gonna scold me, 'cause I don't know'. That's what Dad will say later" he continued. At least he wouldn't give up on forgetting what he knew.
My heart is getting restless. This half-sturdy leg is getting heavier and heavier it feels like it wants to hang in front of my sister. My fingers were getting colder and a little wet from the fear I was trying to hold as hard as I could.
"Father will not be angry" I said with a confident tone of voice and face.
The leaves that had been crushed by my brother had been crushed inside both of his palms. I was very surprised and widened both eyes. The leaves no longer look like they are tangible.
"Where are you sure of?" ask sister. "Every time we always guess Dad wrong," he said. Looking at the crushed leaves on his palm.
I crossed my hands forward. "Yes, Brother sure," I replied with a face full of confidence.
The leaves were getting fun to play with - toyed with by my brother's two hands. It was like playing catch a rock. My two eyeballs just kept staring at him like people gawking in the middle of a back-attacking illness.
My sister responded immediately to what I said. "I can't believe it" he retorted with his lips and shook his head in a gesture that my sister didn't believe my words.
"Ana, why don't you believe it? I believe it," I said. Looking at the two fingers I crossed while squeezing them secretly from the knowledge of my sister. As a signal to withstand the fear that haunts.
"That's Brother's Beloved Mother. If you are sick and you don't know. It's not him who's scolded, it's me, '" he said. Pouty.
My hands were getting stronger and both eyes were spinning agilely looking around the silent ground listening to the chatter of the two of us.
"Sister, I know. If you lie," my sister explained.
The deg!
I may soon raise my eyes. The look in my eyes that had begun to glare was also slurred after hearing what my sister said.
"If you're lying, I know. I'm not, Brother Sister," he said. Raise eyebrows.
"I'll tell Dad. If you get sick again. Let me know," he said. Staring at me with his cynical smile.
My hands are getting cold. I'm getting limp. My tiny body that had been my struggle all this time had now weakened and had to fight again.
Shock and panic is what I can feel. I will no longer be able to see the school cheerfully. Canda, the laughter of my friends and friends is no longer heard and seen by me. Now only the house, the room and the screaming voice of my mother who I will hear every day as well as my father, only the voices of panic and anxiety that will always accompany me.
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