The Struggle of a Child
Steadfastness
"Money I can still find" continued my father. Put the plastic that my sister gave me next to the bench she was sitting on.
"God!" My mother sneered as if she was laughing at my father mixed with ridicule. "You're too cocky and pretentious a lot of money" he said. "Don't treat your son to buy food in this house you're overwhelmed" he sneered spicyly .
My brother and I just stood there listening to it from a long distance. My sister is still firmly attached to my father's lap.
"When do we go play again?" asked my sister dare to cut off the conversation mother continued us. "I want to buy candy, Dad," he said.
"Son... ." My father closed his mouth tightly.
"New again you guys brought a walk. It's asking for more snacks. You two are always spending money. The other one was sick and the other one was sick," our mother grumbled, bravely cutting off my father's conversation.
I'm getting so limp hearing our dad and mom connect who never seem to get along. I am getting so shocked to hear all this.
"Liyan, you want some snacks too?" ask mom to connect us.
I just kept quiet and raised my gaze to look at the face of our aunt who said that.
"You said Liyan. If you want a snack," said mom, connect us.
I was getting thrown against the wall and leaning. "Engga. I don't want a snack" I reply. Staring at our connecting mother mixed with fear.
"Don't you get sick because you're not snacking, are you?" my mother continued, we waving eyes asking me.
Our house felt increasingly gripping so that made my father did not dare to speak in the slightest. My father was silent and silent while holding my spoiled and chatty little sister.
Pressure after pressure just kept coming to me to make me more and more squeezed with a simple life mixed with pain. Legs that sometimes pain and sometimes not seem to force me to be stoic and strong in living everything I go through.
"If you don't want to snack. Then why do you want to get sick?" ask my mother who cornered me. This question is draining my mind to find the answer.
"Your questions are just there" my father timpaled. Sit down and pick me up my sister. "You asked the little boy. Why is he sick? Miss, miss, miss!" my father continued to cluck while shaking.
I leaned against the wall fixedly staring at them alternately. My brother who sits on my father's lap is getting a little pias to see him. While my father still looks like he's cooling his mind.
"He should have known to answer. Lying, he is clever. Isn't that Liyan?" my mother's sigh pressured me with another question.
"From Liyan," said my father. Swinging hands into the air called out. "Don't keep pushing him. He was a little boy" he said. He gave a strict ban to his wife.
I also reluctantly dragged my feet toward my father.
"Dad, I'm tired of hanging my legs here," my sister whined.
"But Son... ." My father glanced at me. "... Your brother wants to sit next to me, "my father said.
"Ayaaaah," my sister continued to whine. "My feet hurt," he lamented. Puck both lips.
Half a step stopped me. "Dad, I'll just sit here" I suggested. Dropping the body sitting on the floor. Glanced at my sister with eyes that were no longer friendly.
"Your son made me sick, cih," said our mother. Turning their bodies up from the walls of their rooms.
I who had been sitting on the floor even glimpsed glare glare eyes saw it.
"Likes to organize, whines unclear. Fortunately you are his parents. You're very patient with your son, hiks." My mom got me a towel and a bath soap.
"Dad, I love Daddy," said my sister as a form of seduction against my father so that my father would not scold him.
"Yes Nak. I love you both" said my father. Kissing my sister's head lovingly.
I saw him a little envious because I couldn't be that easy to get the affection of the father who had raised us and cared for us from childhood after my mother's departure.
Sometimes I see my sister who still likes to sit on her lap without giving me a place. I, who had been sitting on the floor with an unhealthy body, looked at him who was very lucky to get the outpouring of affection from the father that we had hoped for all this time.
I was so embarrassed to look down and bend my face sadly when I met my father's eyes. "Liyan, you don't want to come here, son!" take my father gently.
"That's Dad," I replied slowly mixed with sadness . When I remember my sister. My sister doesn't really like my closeness to my father. In every way he could keep me away from my father because he didn't want my father to love me more than he did.
"Dad is going to be tonight. You didn't take a shower?" ask sister. Mature oafish.
"Dad's taking a shower in a minute, son," replied my father. "Try calling your brother here" asked my father gently to my sister.
My sister immediately pouted throwing her face away from me when I glanced at her. "Dad, the brother is sick. I'll get sick later if I get close to him" my sister replied with a direct refusal.
"But your brother's sister is sitting there alone" my father said. Glanced at my sister and occasionally glanced at me as well.
"Sister is already a big dad" my sister said. Folding both his hands over his chest while pouting in annoyance.
I'm so sad to hear that. "Dad, I'm just here. It's cold in here" I replied with a gentle repulsion. Seeing my father and my brother.
"You're just the two of you, but you always fight. Ana you can't be stubborn. If I tell your brother to take you, you have to take him, "my father said.
Huhuhuhu !
My sister's tears just fell . "Dad told me to take care of Big Brother" he stopped mixed with a crying voice. As if he didn't want to be added to the task by my father again.
"Then why ?" ask my dad confused. "Dad'd just say that," he went back. Boost.
"Brother Cuisine should be here as well," my sister lamented. Pouting mixed unwillingly.
I grew quiet and felt struck by the hard object after hearing the expression coming out spicy from my sister's mouth.
"Ana's been looking after you all this time. You play him looking for you. You remember ! If you play outside, you forget to go home. Your brother was looking for you," my father reminded him.
"But Dad told me to, '" my sister said slowly. Neutralizing the look of his manyuning face. Subjecting the head saw the two fingers on the brake.
"That's why I told you too. So that you can be, the son in charge of your brother," my father said mixed up.
My sister and I looked down and listened to my father's woman-like nagging. The wind began to blow and the day was dark, urging me to get up from my seat immediately.
"Dad I want to sleep" I asked. Get up and stand glancing at my sister silently.
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