The Struggle of a Child
Shakey
"So, I lied. Yes, it's Dottie?!" my sister asked her doll.
The wind was still flying my hair in the midst of a feud with my sister. The open window I looked at with both eyes blushing mixed with a slight reddening. Leaves flying to and fro were carried away by a gust of wind.
"Sister, if you're not lying. Then why was Brother afraid to see Brother's beloved mother earlier?" ask my sister to know. Looking at me intently and finally, the look in our eyes both met a glance.
I will be caught by my father, I thought I was directly caused by my brother who was too involved. Panic is also implied back inside this weakened self. The nervousness is getting on me at the moment. Not that I don't want to be honest. However, this was more to appease my father in making a living, I thought.
The eyeballs that met the view immediately fell looking at the floor. "Not just... ." I immediately hung up the words I wanted to say after hearing the voice of greeting from my father.
"Assalamualaikum," said my father from the outside.
"Dad," I muttered wide, throwing a broken child Bp's toy and chasing my father.
Crews! The curtains were opened quickly.
"Ayaaah," cried my sister running to hug my father directly. "Dad, we've cleaned up everything you asked me to do" he said. Standing in front of my father who was crouching and wrapped his hands around my father's neck, followed by my father's hand holding me.
My dad was so excited to see my happy sister. "Oh-ho that. Then everything's clean, son?" ask my father with a happy heart.
"It's Dad" I replied. Seeing my father with my own face.
My sister and I also met a look inside my father's lap who was still crouching. "Dad, we cleaned it up, over and over" said my sister in a spoiled voice. Glancing at me with a face full of puzzles.
I was very worried and panicked to hear the words coming out of his mouth. My eyeballs instantly widened mixed with fear.
"What does your sister say is true, Liyan?" ask my dad to investigate. Glanced at me with his dusk face mixed with fatigue.
"Yes, Dad," I replied directly. Looking at my father with a worried look on my face and glancing at my sister back.
My sister at this moment was very scary for me to see from the facial features that she incised, as if she was storing something that made me have to stay alert and monitor her movements.
"Yes, our father cleaned everything. That's why the page is clean. Let me see!" pinta my sister while turning my father's head tilted to the right side with her two soft hands to look at the courtyard.
"ahaha! So, Father's son is now a big boy," said my father. Little laugh complimented my sister gently.
The joy so dyed the heart of my sister who was crying just because she was scolded by him. But another thing with me. I'm not so happy to see his cheerfulness. Even I am more awake from his ingenious intellect which is difficult to guess.
"So, your brother just now. Is the work ready too?" ask my father to my brother. Sweet knot.
"L-yes Ay... ." I immediately stopped my words and glanced at my sister who had suddenly cut off my conversation with my father.
"Yes Dad. She was so scared, Dad," said my sister directly to answer a question from my father.
My father turned his eyes in front of me. He seemed to be waving eyes filled with suspicion towards me after hearing what my sister had said.
The deg!
My body immediately felt weak. This eyeball actually wants to be closed. However, due to my unlikely position, I would survive to keep it open.
"mmmmmmm. My father was... ." I glanced back at my sister and immediately shut my mouth tightly at the sight of her continuous courage cutting off my conversation with my father.
My father started to wonder. He looked as if he had started to throw a sign of suspicion at the sight of the two of us.
"Ana," said my father in a soft voice mixed with curiosity calling my sister who always interrupted my conversation and him.
"Fear ?!" my father said he was getting suspicious asking himself. Looking towards me who was right standing on his left lap. "What was your brother afraid of? Try to tell Dad," continued my father again neutralized a little of his chaotic thoughts, followed by his eyes still glancing at me.
My sister seemed to think after seeing me pale to refrain from the attack of words he said to my father as a form of threat to me. He also reflexively turned his eyes away from me.
"Fear all Fathers, fear Mother... ." My sister immediately silently glanced at me as I looked from the tail of my eyes.
The deg!
The whole body feels cold and the heart also pumps blood feels tight. My gaze continued to stare at my sister intently mixed with anxiety.
The two of us who had met glanced at each other glaring into each other's eyes. I raised the eyes of fear while my sister floated the eyes full of menace.
"...fear the grass and fear... ." My sister kept quiet again. Trying testing.
I'm getting sniffy in my heart hearing my sister who is getting more exciting it feels like she wants to play threats with me. I soon forgot to pray to Allah in my heart so that my brother would forget everything.
"Ana, your brother is a coward" greeted my father in a soft voice. Looking at my little brother who doesn't know yet, my father thought.
My tiny body that is still in my father's embrace in his lap is still happy to squat. Staring at my sister sharply and with a small grunt in my heart.
"Yes, my father is a coward" I said in reply to my father.
"Well, there it is, son. Your brother is a coward," welcome my father directly knotted sweet.
My sister looked indifferent as if she was laughing at my proud father. His face looked cold after hearing what my father said.
"If your brother is a coward. So this Father's Son must not be timid anymore," said my father gently, followed by my brother who smiled to reply.
"Yes, Dad. I won't be a coward. Until I grow up, I won't be a scared kid" my sister replied. Pulling his lips to the side.
"I'm Dad too. I-i promise. If I grow up, I won't be a scared kid anymore" I said with a happy face.
My father was so happy to hear that. She smiled sincerely as if I saw her tiredness had been healed so she felt very happy.
"But Dad. I'm afraid to lie to you" my sister said, opening her mouth again.
Glek !
I swallowed back violently. The ball of reflexes widened looking at my sister while firmly holding these pale lips. The fingers that were still crisscrossed in my father's neck were getting weaker.
"What lie is it, son?" ask my father directly. Seeing my sister in astonishment. "From that time, my son always said he was afraid of lying" he said. Get up and stand up to his stool and take us both with him. "Hm, I know. If Daddy's son is afraid of lying, right? Because lying is a sin," he said knotted sweetly. Seeing my cute sister.
I was getting excited to hear my brother and my father talking about lies and sins. I who was near my father and stood turned my glance away from him a little.
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