The Struggle of a Child
Excoriation
"Ana, but Brother's leg hurts," I groaned.
"Oh, that's the biggest lie Brother. I know!" connect brother.
I was stunned and silent. The P3K box that was in my sister's grasp I still stared at with nanar. The box was so eager I took it from his hand but because he was stronger than me. I was setting the intention.
"Sister, if you want this I love you, you have to promise me" asked my sister with great emphasis.
I further sharpened my gaze mixed with this disappointment of seeing it. He was so incessant that he kept me under his pressure. I feel more and more like I want to breathe. Why is my sister getting so violent lately?
"If you don't promise. I'll hide this box" my sister said without a conscience.
I'm draining my energy to think harder and find a way out.
"Sister's gonna know. I don't like it when I'm denied," my sister continued as if mimicking my father's style of speech. Glanced at the box and glanced at me sharply. "Sister's gonna know. I'm the youngest. And I've never said that you have to give up on me" he continued, making me even more unable to dodge.
The tiny, weak body and the eyes that I felt as a result of my pain dimmed at him who said sharp heart-wrenching and often made me wipe away tears.
"Therefore I don't like, if Brother treats the legs Brother's pack this," he said sharply.
The leg that is painful and dragged by force, the stronger it supports this tiny body. The tiny body that suddenly wanted to fall on the floor after hearing my sister's nagging he was getting stronger and stronger. For the sake of me being weak so as not to get worse.
"Ana, Brother is also the greatest son. Father said you should follow Brother, "I speak for myself. "Dad would've said, if you had to be polite with Brother," I continued with the tone of voice of a sick person.
My sister who stood upright while holding the P3K box looked at me more and more sharply mixed with a cynical look. The box was still clearly plastered in front of these two eyes. He seemed to want to switch hands to my hands when I glimpsed him.
We both are like that often quarrel and disagree. Not to mention our dad and mom kept us locked inside the house lately. They were both very afraid that we would go out of the house.
"If you want to get well, you have to buy your own medicine" my sister said giving a strange suggestion. Hugging the P3K box is getting tighter.
My breathing became increasingly congested seeing my suddenly ambiguous sister today. The P3K medicine box that was still plastered was clearly attracting this interest to snatch it from my sister's hand.
"Ana, if you're sick. You won't be able to play" I said in a tone of voice that endured the pain in the leg.
My sister looked confused and worried when she heard it. He was silent, like a statue and tightly closed his small lips. Repeatedly he stared at the P3K box he was holding and raised his head slightly glancing straight ahead right at me.
"I still don't want to" my sister loudly choked. The P3K box tighter and tighter on his body. "So don't buy any other medicine" asked my sister. "It's Dad's medicine. Dad bought it with Dad's money" said my chatty sister.
That phrase made me even more angry and angry. It's funny that it's what's happening inside of you right now. My sister's behavior is sometimes right and sometimes wrong.
Huh!
I breathed violently while staring at the ceiling of the room. The tiny body that was weak when faced with my sister was increasingly trembling mixed in panic.
"Ana, I'm Dad's sister too" I said. Standing straight in front of my sister while putting both hands next to her weak petite body.
My sister's face is getting pias. "Who said ? Father is not his father Brother," my brother's murmur flashed a sharp look of eyes mixed with a tight face. "I'm just saying, medicine... Dad bought it," he continued. Hugged the P3K box firmly.
"If you buy it, it means you can wear it" I said. Turning his head back looked perpendicular to my sister and the P3K box that was plastered in front of me.
"Engga. Brother can't wear this. Later this is fast abis," my sister timps with a tone of voice and a face that pouts spoiled.
"If you buy it again. Dad's working!" light up in a low voice. Shift a little away from him.
The bench he was sitting on earlier was now silent watching the two of us who were fighting. The table that stands firmly refutes the glass located on it is silent and silent sculpting.
"Have a brother to say that," replied my sister. "If Abis, then pack the money Brother buys it. The time to pack Dad's money," he blatantly rebuked me.
"Sister's money is not there," I replied back.
"Yes! If so Brother's feet, do not need to be treated," said my sister at will. Staring at the P3K box in his grasp.
Huhuhoo!
My mouth opened wide again and tears rolled down both cheeks. Legs mixed with this tiny weak body also wanted to fall to the floor after I saw the face of my sister who wanted to press me.
"Crying again," murmured my sister. "Basar crybaby. That's why Dad locked Brother here," he sneered cynically.
"Dad's Brother's Dad too," I stopped back with a voice mixed with sobs. Staring at the floor while staring.
"My father too" said my sister not to lose.
My tears were getting scattered soaking down my cheeks in order to hold back my sister's reproaching words. The floor I stepped on felt wet from tears. The clothes I was wearing were also wet with tears that were shed and shed.
"Dad's Brother's father too," I said again repeating it while wiping away tears with the clothes I was wearing.
My sister just kept quiet and mute not a word came out when she saw my tears break. My tiny body was also very sad when I glanced at my injured knee.
"If your feet don't heal. Brother is also not going to school," I said softly mixed with a loud cry.
"Where do I know," my brother murmured softly.
Huhuhuhu !
My tears broke again as these two eyes glanced at the injured knee. The more and more strange words fell upon the tiny, weak body.
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Seriate...