The Struggle of a Child
Behind my tranquility
I immediately floated a calm face before my father and sister with half a tangled heart.
"Dad, if we're bored, we can't... ." I fell silent and closed my mouth tightly.
"May lie Father," continued my brother plainly.
I was spontaneously startled as I gaped at my light sister saying that to my father. I was getting pale and cold sweat seeing my sister clearly say it.
"Where can, son," replied my father directly swinging his index finger into the air as a forbidding gesture.
"Can't, Dad. But why are there still lies? If it is not possible," my sister said as if mixed with disappointment.
Gluey!
I gulped more and more violently. Seeing my sister endlessly asking about lies. I'm getting depressed mixed up with a tangled face and a messed up mind. Now my mind is not going in any direction. My fingers were getting cold and trembling imagining that my father would suddenly know the real me.
My body was getting colder looking at my father and sister sitting on his lap. My sister didn't realize that she could have slipped, I thought in a huff. While another with my own father who has not been sensitive to my changes at this time. I was getting more and more overwhelmed by anxiety and kept looking at her.
"Liyan, I wonder why your sister today likes to tell lies?" ask my dad to see me. "Something in this house is lying!" he continued turning his head to look at my sister and occasionally followed by a glance he saw the floor that was lying on top of the groceries right between the wall of the room and the door, visible from the tail of my eyes that quietly followed him.
"Dad," I said. Down's up. "Why aren't the groceries put in the kitchen, Dad?" my many. Walk and approach plastic.
My father immediately turned his gaze away from my sister. "Let's go, son. I'd like to talk to my two sons again. Come Nak!" dad said. Calling me by swinging his right hand.
Plaque!
I immediately put the plastic pack back on the floor and ran back to my father.
"Dad!" My father raised and dropped my body gently on his lap. "Dad hasn't joked with you two in a long time. It's been a long time since I've held you guys back. I'm too busy, son! Looking for money just for you. To the point that I forgot about you two. That's why you often fight and cry" he continued. Staring at the two of us with a face full of tenderness and affection.
I was immediately stunned to see my father's loving gaze caressing my head and my sister.
"I love you, Dad" I said. Hugged my dad.
"I'm Dad too. I am aaaang at all Dad. To the extent that if you come home I often have it, you bring a cake or not" said my sister in a spoiled voice.
"Haha !" My father laughed immediately. "When is this spoiled father's son like that?" my father's frog asked my sister.
"Mmm, I forgot Dad," my sister replied directly.
"Haha !" My father laughed again. Hugged us both tightly.
"But Dad. You didn't bring us cake?" ask me with a hopeful face. Look at the plastic wrap lying on the floor.
My father was a manyun. "Dad ain't no cake" said my father grieving. "The father was in a hurry to go home because it was almost afternoon," he continued. Staring at us both with sadness.
My sister and I immediately flinch. "Dad, but why did you come home with that?" aska I want to know. Pointing to the plastic being barked.
My father shifted his body slightly to stretch his stiff muscles.
"Dad, we're heavy?" ask me to come back to want to know. Seeing my dad a little nervous.
"Engga Nak's. I'm never tired of you guys" replied my father in a low voice. Look out of the house from the door that is still wide open.
"Yes, I know," answered my father in an excited voice. Calms his aging face. "Eat him Dad came home quickly" he said. A calm face mixed with laughter.
"Dad, he might have gone far, already" my sister replied a little silly. Seeing my father with a slightly scared look. Dropping his gaze while covering his mouth with his hands silently.
My father reflexively turned his head to look at my sister and widened his eyeballs. It looks like my father was struck by lightning and opened his mouth.
"Dad," said my sister calling him with a regretful look.
"Ana, I've never taught you that!" rebuke my father with sharp eyes.
I was worried and worried about hearing it. My father and sister's faces are very different. I could only sigh with a breath of tightness once again looking at the two of them. I was getting quiet with panic in the quiet. Many times this tiny body has signaled a chill to immediately rest and away from the wind that blows in the middle of the afternoon who want to dusk.
"Dad, I'm sorry" said my brother regretfully mixed with hope. Look at my father's face with sadness. Then he slowly looked back at me who was still sitting just like him on my father's lap. Those eyes seemed to signal to me that he wasn't going to lie.
I feel worried about what I think. I then squeezed the fingers in the middle of the body that looked calm mixed with panic.
"I'm sorry why, son?" asked my father with a flat face.
My pale face became even more worried without my father noticing. My sister again floated a glance secretly against me.
"I'm sorry I lied to you" he said repeatedly. Look straight down and lift an empty eye.
My already weakened body trembled even more and was worried if my sister suddenly told me the truth now. My mind was constantly panicking and scared.
"Dad's son never lies?!" connect my father innocently. Without seeing our suspicious behavior.
But again, I learned to stay calm. The serious chatter of my father and sister forced me to open my mouth.
"Dad, we're both scared of Dad" I said with all my heart. Staring at my father who remained innocent.
"Liyan, maybe you're right. If you're afraid of Dad. Because Dad is too strict for you," my father continued innocently as well.
I grew increasingly stifled and rolled in my heart until it became tangled. The breeze that is still flying short hair half the neck makes you piqued and release the pain that whacks along with the wind that blows.
My body is growing merrier and my toes are getting colder and they are getting into these bones. The body's endurance was increasingly at war with my desire that still wanted to survive to cover it from my father.
"Dad but I never cry when I'm scared" I said. "Because I love you, Dad" I continued.
"Yes Dad. We love Dad very much. That's why we can't lie, isn't it Dad?" ask my sister as a sign that I should be honest.
"Yes, son" answered my father. Stroking my sister's hair lovingly and looking at her cute child.
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