The Struggle of a Child
Feeling in ghosts
"Yes Dad, lying is a sin. Hence, I don't want to lie," my sister chimed in a soft, potent voice as if to persuade my father.
"Yes, Son. Lying is a sin. God forbid us not to lie. Because lying is not good" my father continued.
Gluey!
I panicked more and more and swallowed everything myself in the middle of the body that was being wracked by pain. The breath I exhaled into the empty air the longer the rougher the result made me even worse because it was surrounded by his words that clearly shaped a threat.
The eyes that had been opened to my father slowly I turned to look at the page that was slightly covered with dry leaves. I kept staring at him while sharpening my hearing to hear my brother's constant threatening chatter.
"Dad, if you lie once can't you ?" asked my sister as if she did not know with a veiled face as if persuading my father. Cute sauce.
"No Son. Even lying is not allowed" replied my father directly.
"There must be a lot of sins, huh, Dad?!" my sister asked my father a question.
"Yes, a lot of. If we lie once, we must sin, let alone lie a lot. Iiisss, spooky! I'm so scared," my dad said. Her eyes tightly mixed together funny. Being followed by his hand pulled me back into his lap.
"But we're not lying, '" my sister said innocently to me. It means we have no sins, Father. Horeee!" he said cheer up. "We just had a fight, Dad," he said innocently.
"Aahaha!" My father laughed again. "Son, we fight only sins" said my father. Glanced at me and my sister as a sign that my father insinuated me and my sister who often quarrel.
My sister and I were embarrassed. Dropping a little glance at the hanging tip of my foot as if swallowing drinking water to run out.
"I don't like to fight, Dad," I said straight away. I saw the end of my foot that was starting to get bigger.
My sister immediately made a sound. "Dad, I don't like to fight either" he said. Not wanting to lose. "If the person who quarreled was no longer his friend. Yeah, isn't it Dad?" ask my sister to wait.
"ahaha! Yes Nak. If people who like to fight will no one else want to be friends with him," continued my father. It holds us both.
I immediately raised my head slowly looking at my father's already aging face. "Dad but..., why do you and mom fight so much?" aska I want to know. Staring at my father with soft eyes mixed with sadness.
My father immediately widened his eyes and looked like he was breathing. "Son, your father and mother did not quarrel" he replied. Showing the view looking out.
"But why do Mom and Dad's voices scare me?" I come back with a joke. Seeing my father and my brother sitting right inside his lap.
"Hm, Liyan, you should never be afraid of what you hear or what you see. Son, that's not what you think. Sometimes Dad and Mom do speak out loud but that doesn't mean we fight. Indeed, sometimes Father and Mother often say loud, let alone rising. Maybe it scares you. But that's just to ban your stubborn mother. I don't want your mother to interfere when I educate you, especially when I punish you" he explained. I looked at the one who was too curious.
"But Dad, the punishment is not good" my sister continued.
"Who said no good, son. If we punish him for being wrong, that's good. So that he does not repeat his mistake again" my father explained.
I saw my father right away. "But Dad, if the punishment is severe. We're going to get sick" I said plainly. Seeing my father, followed by seeing my sister who was smiling a little and made me instantly shocked.
"Hehe!" My father pulled his lips out laughing. "But Dad never gave you a heavy sentence, did he?" answer them by asking both of us questions.
I immediately thought. "Mmh! No, Dad," I replied after remembering.
"Yes Dad doesn't, either" my sister repeated. "But Dad, Dad's punishment is severe" he said immediately and then dropped his head looking at the floor in a doldrums.
My father and I met for a quick glance after seeing my brother's suddenly lethargic and lackluster reaction.
"Which severe punishment did you have, son?" ask my dad to panic.
I'm increasingly looking at my brother who likes making things up. I took a long breath immediately.
"Huh!" My father immediately exhaled while massaging my chest and I also suddenly wanted to laugh loudly.
Oops! I immediately remembered, if my sister was hating me so I immediately closed my mouth back tightly with my hands.
"Ana, that pocket money is an exercise for you. So that in the future you are not too spoiled by money," said my father firmly.
My sister spontaneously raised her gaze. "Dad but I can't live without pocket money" she replied. Mature oafish.
I'm getting intrigued to see my sister who's a funny and annoying reflex. I don't feel the slightest bit of pain today. I'm getting engrossed in the suddenly strange and chatty strains of my sister.
"Aahaha!" My father even laughs more and more at the behavior of his son who sucks and also sometimes fun. "But Father's Son is still alive today" joked my father to the funny brother while pinching his half-steady nose.
"Ayaaah," whined my sister while gently brushing my father's hand. "Later I don't breathe Daddy," he screamed in a spoiled tone of voice mixed with a stifling.
I drifted further and more to see my brother who suddenly could eliminate all this fatigue that tormented himself. Without me knowing I had forgotten my illness which has been afflicting me for several days.
"Ana, look at your brother! He never disputed what Dad said," my father said. Smell my head. "Why don't you learn from your brother?" ask him to ask my sister a question.
"Huh?" said my sister yelled gaping mixed in wonder to see me after hearing my father's word. "Learn from Big Brother, Dad?!" tanyanya broadened and dumbfounded. It was as if he remembered what happened about us just now.
"Yes. Why are you staring at your brother like that, son?" asked my father astonished. It's like I feel like my father has started to place suspicion on us. His eyes peeked incessantly repeatedly at me and my sister after hearing the words that my sister had triggered with her emblem.
The deg!
I'm getting pale and sweaty. Both eyes turned increasingly uncontrollable. It was as if I felt a life that had been haunted by the fear of my sister who would suddenly unlock my secret just like that.
"Dad, why learn from Big Brother?" asked my sister as if she refused gently.
"Ana, you must learn from your brother!" hope my father will.
"Dad, that brother is already bo... ." My sister immediately stopped her talking and twisted her gaze to look at me.
"Dad, Ana must be starving if she doesn't have any pocket money," I immediately cut back and diverted my sister and father's conversation.
My father seems more confused. He looked at us both more and more with a face full of question marks mixed with wonder.
"Bo..Why Son?" asked my father curiously mixed in worry.
My father was more astonished to look at me and my sister who raised a strange look from the tail of my eyes.
"Bored Dad," I said instantly mixed with anxiety. "I'm bored if my sister often whines for pocket money," I said as if groaning chest relief.
"Ooh, that!" welcome my father directly. Nodding and looking at us both the children she cares about the most.
.
.
.
Seriate...