The Struggle of a Child
My sister's nagging and her cuteness
I was nervous after hearing my sister reprimanding me with so many questions.
"Sister don't make me be told to look after Brother again. I'm bored because I can't play anymore because of that" my sister said.
As soon as I turned around, quoting a falling toy, I glanced at my sad brother who was distressed by my father's orders.
"Sister will take care of yourself, Brother" I replied softly while quoting the toys strewn on the floor.
"Yes, it has to be like that. Brother take care of himself Brother and I will take care of myself" he said. Dropped his body on the bed.
I kept quoting the scattered toys while listening to my brother's continued babbling.
" 'Sister is already big, while I'm still a kid. I'm the one who takes care of Brother. It should be my brother who takes care of me" he explained.
The scattered toys are no longer visible on the floor. The floor now looks good to the eyes because it looks clean.
"But it was you who told him to Father" I said, saying it again in front of my brother.
"Yes, I know. But I don't want to," refused my sister. "I don't want to be given such a task!" skink.
The room now began to look neat. Toys and pillows are no longer seen covering the floor. It's all back, as before, clean with no dirt.
I immediately got up while stretching the already tired muscles crouching quoting the toy. It all feels light if we do it with pleasure even though this body is stricken with disease, I thought knotted sweetly in the heart.
These tiny, weak muscles of the body have started to feel a little fresh after I stretched my nerves - my finger nerves, too. The breath that was not fresh mixed with the attacking illness felt slightly warm as I pulled it out of the throat loosely.
The sound of birds chirping looking for a protection companion from the twilight that almost disappeared sounded melodious touching this eardrum. The sound of the chirp sometimes still mixed with the voice of my sister's complaint due to my father's punishment and orders.
"Dad knows too! I'm his son when he told him to take care of Brother," complained my brother who constantly wanted to avoid the demands that forced him.
I still listened to her complaint as I stared at the wide-open window in the middle of the twilight.
"Dad's gonna know! I like being told to look after. Let alone guarding Brother," my sister's murmur faintly sounded from behind me.
The tiny, weak body mixed with this disease still remained upright standing on its back to him who was unwilling to stop nagging.
"Not to mention Brother is sick," my sister grumbled. "I'll definitely be locked up at home, aaah!" groaning sebal.
This faintly mixed gaze tried to hold on while looking at the birds flying from outside the window. As strongly as possible I keep trying to accept complaints, moans, even grumbling my sister who happily disturbed my calm.
"Ana" I said. Loading the body seeing my sister. "You don't have to take care of Brother. Brother can take care of himself Brother," I said. Standing straight in front of my sister right behind the window.
My sister frowned. "How is it, brother? Dad's looking very sharp. If I didn't look after Brother, I would have scolded me" she said. Her lips looked at me.
Looks like this time I failed again to convince my sister, I thought. I kept struggling to find the best way to keep my sister away from my father's demands on me.
"So I won't talk to you, Dad" I replied. Stand up and look at my sister who pursed both her lips.
"Haha!" My sister laughed as if she was laughing at me. "Sister, I thought Dad was a little kid we could lie to!" timpale. "Dad knows Brother. Especially if we talk while looking at the floor," he quipped me.
Gluey!
My throat immediately gulped violently and distanced my gaze at the floor after my sister had offended him.
My head is getting embarrassed. Even small fingers continue to knead to stretch the tangled mind.
"Dad is not like us Brother who likes to lie if he is afraid of being angry," my brother explained with emphasis telling me.
My nose is constantly flabby breathing in panic. Anxiety-covered eyeballs also move more and more tightly.
"Ana, if you don't tell Dad. I won't know" I said in a heavy tone of voice. Raising my eyes to see my sister.
"I don't want to ah. Later because my brother became in the law again," said my sister refused him directly. "Now I don't want to be punished. If Brother wants. Brother just go! The one in law. I'm lazy. Every day is almost punished" he said.
"But Ana ki... ." I closed my mouth tightly after seeing my sister cut me off.
"Engga. I don't want to!" refuse it firmly and with emphasis. Turn her seat facing the wall.
I was sad again after hearing his silent rejection. My mind was not working normally. My sister's repulsion mixed with her veiled face further diluted my hope of making up with her soon, though it couldn't last long.
It was getting dark and the tiny body was getting weaker as night fell. However, I was still adrift in the midst of a feud with my sister.
Slowly weak legs and this pain I dragged towards the window that was still open. However, my sister's voice was not heard in the slightest. There was only the sound of a doll crying that accompanied each night.
"Dottie don't cry, yeah. Tomorrow we just get ice cream," he told his doll.
I who was standing in front of the window tingled when I heard it from behind. My finger that had been attached to the shutters and wanted to close them immediately came to a halt. However, because of my sister's voice that tickled me so postpone it a little long. I was forced to sharpen my hearing to hear my sister tickle.
"Dottie don't cry! Later I will be punished again with my father," said my sister with a powerful voice as if giving persuasion to her doll.
Hihihi ! I'm getting hooked funny hearing my sister who sometimes gets weird mixed up funny and sometimes annoying chatty.
Brak!
The window was closed tightly. The two shutters that were half the height of my head I tightly closed. My left hand forcibly learned to hold the shutters firmly while my right hand held the key and locked it firmly.
"Is Dottie... is it dark?!" he said in the middle of the room that was half dark as if he had widened and was surprised to tell the doll.
I continued walking while blushing amusedly hearing my pretentious adult sister with her doll.
Ducky !
I also turned on the lights. Now our room was illuminated by a half-bright lamp. This slightly bright and not too dim light illuminated our long sleep and he also did not miss accompanying us who like to play before going to bed.
"Ana, sleep! I'll be angry when you hear your voice" I asked gently.
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