The Struggle of a Child
Playing picture guessing
"Let Brother know. My value for drawing is always beautiful" she said proudly. Open the next page of the book he was holding.
I just showed a facial expression that was happy to hear it. Now I set my seat to listen more and more to my sister's story after her heart subsided.
"Sister, if you draw this, can't you?" asked my sister with her long face pointing at the picture of a cute duck. "If you can, teach me," she pleaded with a gentle face mixed with spoiled. Cute sauce.
I kept staring at the picture my sister pointed at. "But you said. Are you good at drawing?!" I said ask my spoiled sister.
"Hehehe!" Brother grinned. "Yes Brother. I'm good at drawing" he said immediately embarrassed to look down. "I don't think Brother knows" he said, Holding in shame.
"Look away. You said that. You're good at drawing," I said, returning those words to my sister. Staring at him while raising my head as a signal that I question it back to him.
"Kakaaaak," he said directly in a soft tone of voice as if he was holding back the embarrassment.
My sister looked down at the book full of pictures. His little hand opened the next sheet continuously.
"Sir what is laaa?" ask my sister rhythmically. Cover the picture with both of her small hands.
My reflexes sharpened my gaze and also twisted my brain to guess it. "M." Mmm." I shut up and thought.
"Ayooo, what sis," his insistence continued with a crisp plunge. I looked at him with a mysterious look.
"Try to open a little" I gently told him. Glancing around the hand, I don't know where there is a little left that has not been tightly closed by the fingers.
I turned the two eyes in all directions. But I lost again. "So don't know," I replied lethargic and gave up. Look at the end of the floor that was hit by a book.
"Do you not know?" asked my sister with her cute face that was spoiled with great emphasis. "It's an easy picture, brother," he continued, peering at the picture from his small fissure with one eye closed.
"What picture?" my question was enthusiastically advancing my weak little body in front of my sister and making our heads fall.
Nah!
"Aaaagh, Sister. hix, hix, hix," my sister's screams grimaced as she stroked her head.
"Aauuoogh, Ana, huuuu!" my moans were upset while stroking the head that was sucked.
"Silver, so slow, 'my head hurts, '" my sister grimaced and stroked her pierced forehead.
"I'm sorry, brother," I begged. Staring at my sister who rubbed her forehead, followed by my hand rubbed my forehead as well.
"Ana, don't you, sister. Big Brother's head is also sick," I said with a slight sigh.
The open picture book is still held by my sister with her left. I realized, looking at my sister with one heart. He was already injured and could still be vigilant, I thought. Looked at my sister's face and saw her right hand holding a book.
"It must be a picture of an animal" I said. Followed by one hand stroking the forehead.
"Haa-h, no Brother. Brother was wrong, not that," said my sister again with a grim face of blame. Shake while frowning.
I was more and more confused to see the image covered by his hand. "Say the front letter" I urged. Glance at the end of the sheet from left to right and from top to bottom. "Ah, Big brother," I said resignedly.
My sister is so sumringah. "Hihihi, finally, Big Brother lost as well. I'm a horeee winner!" my sister shouted in joy and immediately raised her hand high into the air.
"Es candle," I muttered as if in shock at the picture after it opened.
"Haha! That brother just can't be frantic," ledek my sister regretted mixed up. "This is just an ice candle that we buy every day first" he said.
"Hm!" I sighed bitterly mixed with frown to see my brother who was too good to make me snoop.
My sister was so happy as if she had forgotten her anger towards me. I'm getting harder and harder to guess my sister.
"Before Brother got sick," I said back.
"Yes before my brother got sick." My sister justifies it with great emphasis. Looking at the ice candle she had intentionally placed inside the image of the animal to deliberately trap me.
"But... ." I was amazed to see the ice candles if they could be there. "Why is there an ice candle?" manya curious. Looking at my sister's smiling face.
"Haha! Big brother wonder huh? Here I stick it here," said my sister.
I get confused and wonder. "What do you stick to?" I was wondering, considering we both had no glue, let alone in this house.
My sister immediately raised a brilliant gaze while raising her lips and eyebrows. "I use rice, brother," he whispered softly to me as if he did not want to be heard by others.
"Wear rice?" manya admire.
My sister nodded immediately. "Mm!" Mendehem. Waving a look of eyes and a look of happy and happy face mixed with a little pride.
"Sister, we'll have Dad buy some ice candles, okay?!" take my sister with great emphasis. Staring at me with a face as if persuading.
Inside the dark house was tightly shut and this tiny, weak body I was getting engrossed in the jokes of my half-conscious and half-unconscious sister.
Ahaha! I laughed amusedly in my heart until it tickled my heart to see the nature of my brother who was still innocent. This weak body continues to accompany my brother's undeniable desire.
"Sister, we'll have the ice candles tell Dad what color to buy Sis?" ask my innocent sister. Staring at the ice candle he was sticking.
"Mmm, yumy!" reply me by licking my lips and gulping my saliva.
"Wouldn't you?" asked my sister with a soft voice and her cute face.
"You, you" I replied directly. Glance at the picture of ice candles are scattering. "Ana, it must be delicious. Aye, right?" I continued to ask him questions.
"Yes, sister" replied my sister immediately giving an answer. Looking at the ice candle and me who was racking my brain thinking about it.
"But who's the money, brother?" my sister asked me again to disturb my mind.
Suddenly I was surprised to hear it and saw my sister without even a blink. "Father's money is going to exist" I said.
Instantly his face pias as if he hates me mentioning using our father's money. "Father's money, right, there's no sister," he denied. The reflexes of his face instantly changed looking less pleased.
"Why? That'll be cheap, '" I said pulling the sweet knotted lips earlier.
"That's right for my pocket money, brother. Later if I don't get sick I'm sick," said my sister as if insinuating me.
The deg!
I kept quiet and did not dare to continue. My sister's face turned pias after hearing the money.
I grew even more puffed up and stared back at the locked door from the outside. This again made me as before silent and succumbed.
My sister closed the book after that. He no longer continued his talk.
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