The Struggle of a Child
Honest and Upset
"Why do you say it now, son?" asked my father in a worried voice mixed with shock.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm afraid of lying" said my sister.
The quiet kitchen is now increasingly wrapped around this tiny body. The pain in the knee became even more painful as if he was surprised after hearing my sister's statement. Therefore, this body increasingly moaning want to immediately go running far.
"Ana if you know your brother's sick. Why did I just say it now?" ask my dad to be upset.
"I'm afraid Dad is angry and punishes us" replied my sister with a lowered voice.
"Are you sure you're gonna survive Dad now?" my father asked my sister.
I grew increasingly upset and covered this face with my hands so hard that even molars I bit strongly.
"Dad, don't punish me" my sister gently persuaded my father not to punish him. I'm hearing their chatter more and more.
"Dad doesn't know yet" my father replied briefly.
The fear grew so deep within me that it shut all the doors of my courage. The hope of wanting to escape my father's grip seemed to be very thin .
"Liyan!" call my father out loud.
The deg!
My heart stopped beating like that. My father's screaming voice was so heard filling the room of this house. My mind was getting stifled to think. Courage is immediately entwined by difficult feelings.
"Yes, Dad" I replied. Slowly get up and stand up. "I'm here, Dad," I continued. Stand and duck in the middle of the door between the kitchen and the living room. Looking at the floor I stepped on while squeezing the clothes firmly.
"Say your sister you're sick, aren't you?" asked my father in a flat voice mixed up loudly.
I kept my mouth shut and couldn't look at my father's face anymore. My current fault is bigger than my health to the point that this silence makes me look more and more helpless.
"Yes, Dad" I replied. Nodding, followed by both eyes looking at the floor as well as both arms trembling.
"It hurts again?!" a whisper of sound from behind the open kitchen door, just a short distance from the door where I was standing.
"Why are you getting sick again?" ask the voice that sounded from behind the kitchen door, precisely outside.
"Why didn't you tell Dad?" ask dad.
"Dad, Brother is afraid of being angered," my sister cut him off immediately to answer him. Looking up to see my father.
My father and I were silent in our respective places. I was surrounded with fear and sadness. While my father looked panicked mixed in with a tense face. I looked at the floor to neutralize the fear from the look in my father's eyes. However, I slightly saw it also from the tail of the eye. How sad mixed with worry and confusion his face looked at this moment. Even my brother no longer sat on his lap.
"Liyan, does your mother know you're sick ?" ask my dad to know.
I'm getting frustrated to hear it mixed with confusion wrapped around right now. The words I want to say don't know what else.
I just shook my head giving an answer to my father mixed in with a pale face and a cold body that trembled after hearing that name.
"Dad, you don't dare to say it" my sister told me.
"Liyan if you're sick. Why don't you tell me Dad?" my father complained to me about the question.
I was so scared that tears fell down both cheeks that looked embarrassed.
"I don't dare, Dad," I replied.
"Come here, boy!" pinta my father called out softly.
"Okay," I walked back to my father with a slight stumble holding back the aching leg and the limp.
"Liyan, you know son. I can at least see you sick again. So, why didn't you tell Dad?" my father panicked and asked.
"It's not Dad. I was also afraid that Dad would forbid me and Big Brother from playing," my brother interrupted me and my father.
"Ana, I'll be there whenever you don't let me play!" tell my father firmly. "Try seeing this! Your brother is sick, you just told him now to Dad!" my father was upset.
"Dad." I said, stopping my father's talk and occasionally glancing at my sister.
"Dad, it was my brother who forbade me not to tell Dad" my sister explained. Glanced at me sharply. "I've been telling Dad. But Brother always forbid me," he said.
"You're also Liyan, if you're sick, son is told" my father advised. Walk fetching medicine box. "If you're sick. Dad must be sad," he continued. "And you're definitely not going to school" he said. Opening the medicine box and sticking his hand on my forehead. "You're warm" he said.
I just kept quiet listening to my father's nagging and slightly glanced at my sister who had a sour face returning my glance.
"Father's son is just you two. You are Father's most precious treasure. For your father it was my encouragement. So, how could I possibly be at ease watching you guys hide something from Dad. Especially regarding the pain," continued my father continuously saying, like a chatty woman.
"Dad, I just have a fever" I said in a flat voice.
"Dad knows son. But you've been very sick and sick like this. Fever and cold until you're taken to the hospital" my father explained.
My tears flowed a little and followed by this little hand wiping it.
"You're hurting?" asked the voice from behind me as if surprised with emphasis.
The deg!
I was immediately surprised. The sobbing suddenly stopped and then closed these two lips tightly. My father opened the medicine and stopped it immediately.
"Already ! Don't talk anymore" said my father directly. Look at the medicine that's back in Dikanya. "It's Son. Drink this medicine first! So that your heat may go down" asked my father gently. Take glass.
"Yes, Dad" I replied. Walk and take the glass and the medicine that was thrust by him before me.
Gluey!
I took the medicine he gave me. My father, who was crouching on the floor, slowly pulled his arm and wanted to hold me after I finished drinking it. However, honey, I brushed it off slowly.
"Let's go, son!" My father waved his hand. Followed by both hands took the glass I was holding and put it back on the table.
I then walked closer to him. At first glance I accidentally glanced at my sister who was standing upright near the door and while my mother who already knew about me was standing straight in the back right leaning in front of the door of the room she and my father.
"Dad, I brought this to you, Dad" said my sister. Handing plastic to him.
The reflexes of the two feet that stepped closer to my father were stopped when he saw it that was faster than me approaching our most dear father.
"Oh, yes, son. I almost forgot, "my dad took the plastic that my sister put in.
"Dad now wants the night. Just take a shower!" tell my sister. Glanced at me cynically from top to bottom and stopped at both frozen feet.
"Your son is healed. It's been hurting again. Don't-don't get sick with malaria your child relapses again" he grumbled.
I was a little offended at the words that just came out. Followed by both eyeballs saw my father who was a little unhappy after hearing it.
Calmly my father. "That's not gonna happen again. I'll take care of my son to get well" he replied with a cold head.
"How much money do you want to spend to treat it ?" ask our mother as if demanding.
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