The Struggle of a Child
My father's return
Tired, though,tired of me who walked from end to end looking for Mom my contact.Walking here and there without purpose I remain patient.From the many middle-aged women I met crossing the street none of her face I see like Mother my connection.
The flip-flops I was wearing seemed to scream to cry, the clothes I was wearing were not strong because of the cold wind in the afternoon before dusk. My long neck hair is now flying to and fro carried by the wind so scattered indeterminate direction.My tiny plain face is now starting to feel cold when I touch.
The people who crossed here and there have started to slowly disappear. Meanwhile, I who was in the middle of the twilight continued to walk.Interested I was looking again Until I found Mom my contact.Will but if, I recall my father my heart stopped instantly.
My father if he came home earlier than me he would be very upset.His middle-aged voice will be heard throughout the room of our house filled the ceiling of the house.
In the twilight journey accompanied by the afternoon wind made me wallow with the cold pollution of the air.Yang has begun to feel pierced into my tiny body.
It made me shiver a little and my little lips moan.Just bite my teeth which I can do to withstand the cold of the wind.
My path began to stumble. My body is cramped and stiff. With the time I spend finding the people I love.
Epilogues
During the day I dabbled with looking for my sister.Companying her to play all day until it wants to dusk and now I dabble again with time to find my mother.
My father he didn't like it when he saw his family members no one obeyed his orders.
I kept walking along the wind that whipped all over my body. However, I can't meet.
With a restless heart I stopped my steps to find my contact mother. Because the cold air barrier that escaped hit my body that made me freeze and stiff.
I'm at home. I saw my father sitting on a chair he used to eat.
His face that already looks aging and looks a little wrinkle look lethargic with a pushy look ahead.I who is still staring at the door saw the sweat of my father who struggled with all his strength to make a living to meet our needs in order not to lack one bit.
A small and simple house looks so quiet with a family that is not so harmonious and there is no warmth so deep.
My father was married to the woman who is now our connecting mother. Too much silence and too little action. He thinks a lot of things that make him sometimes frustrating.
Not to mention my mother's abnormal nature. Makes my dad sometimes emotionally upset. I was in between all the events sometimes riled.The fear I experienced made me a child who grew up quiet and timid.
My mother was in touch during my marriage with my father never thought before acting. He did everything according to his desires and ego.The voice that blurred all over made his own pride in him.His behavior is reckless and at will make my father in trouble in the social environment. That's the shame my father felt.
As a father to his children, he became a firm person and acted according to his wishes. Without asking our children what we like or not. Can we accept it or not?!Are we willing or not?! He just remained silent and silent.
Indeed, everything my father did to us was not out of the way of Sharia.
Even if every act feels so heavy for us to live.
Sometimes I feel. He kept pushing his will against us. Especially to myself to be a person who is never wrong.
Must be right in action. Never make the slightest mistake even if it is just a speck.
I who stood in front of the door stepped my feet in slowly.My father who was lying on the chair.
"Liyan, where are you from?" Ask my dad a little hard and a flat face.
"Da-from in front of Dad."I answered gently and stammered looking down.I who was clumsy did not dare to look at my father. Especially to be honest that I went to find my mother.
While in the kitchen I heard the voice of a middle-aged woman. I guessed it was my mother's voice.
I raised my head slowly to open my eyes. Looking closely at whether it was the woman I was looking for just now.My eyes immediately looked at the middle door connecting the living room with the kitchen. I kept staring until the woman came out of hiding and showed her face.Finally, what I wanted came true. The woman walked closer to the middle door.I who was still standing not far from the door saw him passing by.
I instantly calmed down and removed my chest in response to the calmness for myself.
I am still standing looking at my father from the tail of my eyes.His face looks at me as if he wants to vent his anger on me.
I just bowed with fear.I who stand do not dare to sit or switch. I'm still the same as I was.
Sculpt!
I am the one who is afraid to run in my heart. It made me freeze like ice.
A tiny mouth that often sings. Now closed helplessly withstanding the sound. By biting both of my small molars.
My sweet face now looks pale in fear. My beautiful shining little eyes are seen now mutely not glowing.
While I didn't hear my brother making a sound filling the little rented house we live in.
As long as I lay before my father. I just looked down and glanced slowly at every floor and corner I could see.
I wondered in my heart. Where is my sister? I really want to ask my father."Where is my sister now?" But again, I dare not.
My father who sits in a chair occasionally looks into the kitchen.The one where Mom connects me is there.
While glancing at me I still remained frozen still.
"Liyan, hurry up and take a shower! Tonight we'll teach as usual and yes, keep your sister from going to play again."Said my father who sipped drinking water in his glass.
"It's Dad."I stammered.
I still ask in my heart. Where is my sister?
"Dad."Shouted my sister with glee.I who was sculpting turned my head towards the sound I heard.With his eyes whizzing, I saw him coming from the outside.Seeing that I also took a deep breath.
"Dad! When's dad coming?"Ask my sister who holds a cradle.
"Where are you from?" My father asked while pulling my sister's arm sitting on his lap.
And also, looking at me who was silently pecking.
"From Dad's playfulness."Answer my sister calmly.
I who was still silently pecked clenched my hand while holding my breath and incubating in my heart.Seeing my sister it was like being hit by a hard wave that wanted to make me throw away.
"Didn't your brother forbid you?"Ask my dad while looking at me annoyed.
"Dad, Dad."Hearing that my father was surprised to pull his body." It's forbidden to be with brother."I was immediately relieved and exhaled slowly for a moment."Even I've had my bath, it's already scented try Daddy kiss! Poked his head out at my father to kiss his hair.
My father immediately kissed my sister's spoiled, annoying hair.
My sister, whose age was far from me, made my father love her more.
I who froze felt tired. However, my father has not told me to move.The cold air that blows outside through the door and the small cracks in the walls of our house that make my body feel more cold.
"Liyan has a quick shower! Wh why? You're still standing there."I who was silent was immediately flabbergasted to hear my father's words.
"Bad-good Dad."I answered with a stupefied bow and left."
My dad, if he comes back from work or wherever I have to be at home, he'll be mad if I'm not home.
Seriate....