The Struggle of a Child
Nightfall
After I finished bathing.Cleaned my small body because tired all day looking for my sister who plays.So, also with my mother who suddenly disappeared from home. No, where did it go. When I got home with my sister.
I who was standing at the door broke my intention to do my duty. Which is where every afternoon my routine is none other than taking a shower and waiting for my father to come home. To teach, to take care of my sister until my father comes home.
It wasn't long after I got home and saw Mom connecting us.
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Night has arrived I have to get ready to teach.Running my routine activities with my father after my father prayed Maghrib that is, studying!
Meanwhile, my sister I saw sitting down and holding her school clothes and her writing books on the table that my father had just bought.
I went straight into my room. Get ready to wear some nice clothes for me to teach with my dad. My sister is in a few days to go to school. Sitting facing her new books, new bags, new shoes she first saw. Special, given my father to him. Gawking and astonished at him without even blinking.
"Well, it's beautiful!" My sister said as she swung the bag into the air and hugged it.
I sat on the mat where I was teaching and looked at my sister who was sitting in the chair my father used to eat.
I looked at my sister so seriously. He was so happy to see his new bag, new notebook, pencil and pencil case and also did not miss the new black shoes. His face looks so carefree while holding one by one his new school equipment.
He also did not stop smiling and arranged his equipment neatly in turn. After that he again damaged the arrangement and reassembled it so, so on done by my sister.
While Mom was connecting me who was seen.She was sitting at the corner of the room door whose body was half tilted leading to the main door of our house where the entrance and exit. With the cold night wind. But can still be invited to be friends with my tiny body.
I who sat directed my gaze to the side of our house that could be seen by me, namely, the closet, room wall, window, cold cement floor when it was rainy day. Ahaha! It's funny that I remember it.Everything in that house must be every day there's no one absent for me to see.
My seat is cross-legged facing the body of our house door which is often used as a place to go in and out. Feeling the wind that greeted me kindly and carried my wishful thinking flying far away in tranquility.
Sometimes, I accidentally see a cat passing right in the yard of our house. Although, outside our house is dark there are no lights.Will but still can also pass cats visible to me.
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And so did my father who I heard from my ears. He was still solemnly performing his Maghrib prayer by echoing the chants of the holy verses of the Qur'an that came out of his lips eloquently.
From my seat not far from my father's wall. It's been I'ROQ over Rekal right in front of me. Recal that was just bought by my father for a few days.
I still have the patience to wait for my father to finish his Maghrib prayer service.
The cloth that covered my two legs was cross-legged sweet. Stretched wide at my feet with a veil that covered my head up to my small chest.
"Sister, look at my bag!" My sister held her bag into the air while showing me with a plain face so cheerful I saw. I was the one sitting where I was looking at my sister with a smiley face.
"She's beautiful."I said I saw the bag.
Meanwhile, my contact mother heard. He also spontaneously said that was not so pleasant, because of his words my sister was so sad and looked at him with hatred. Meanwhile, I who can not say a word to defend my sister let alone blame Mother continued us.
Don't let my father hear it.There can be a commotion tonight.I'm sitting there looking at I'ROQ who put my hand on I'ROQ. I just kept quiet, my heart rate became abnormal as if my blood was coming out and my life was about to break up.
Assalamualaikum warahmatullah!
I who was sitting on the mat taught me to hear the greetings from my father that sounded from the room.
My father is ready to pray. My heart was beating hard too. The fear from my face became more visible.
I'm afraid my dad heard that. There's gonna be a commotion. How'this? I asked while squeezing my finger over my I'ROQ.
I who sat also tried to control myself who was afraid.Effort to change the look on my face to relax. I control my breathing and my voice.
I can't be like a frightened person. Later, my father suspected that he was suspicious that he would ask. If he asks, he must be answered. If not answered he will look at me with a glance. In fact, his voice would be heard throughout the room. In fact, the more severe the question will be repeated until many times . Until days too.Huh! How'this? I softly said in my heart with deep thought and stared at my mute I'ROQ, softly.
"Liyan, let's start your studies!"Said my father who was sitting next to me staring intently at the I'ROQ above Rekal.
He was ready to teach me. Meanwhile, I was still busy with my thoughts relating to my connecting mother and sister.
Didn't my dad hear it?" I looked at my father with an empty mind. But my hand reflexively moves open I'ROQ.
And my little lips with the reflex of reading ta'awudz.With mind and body are not fused.
"Liyan!"My father said in a slightly loud voice that filled my ear loop. Wake me out of my rage. "What do you see? Ask my father with emphasis."Why aren't you focused?"Ask my father who immediately threw away everything in my head.
I who sit in fear try to force myself to unite with my present state, namely, to study!
"B**".Staggered.
"Why does that read it?"Ask my father stared intently at me.I who saw from the tail of my eyes increasingly riled and stubborn.
"A, A,A***."Disconnected and still stammered because of the chaotic thoughts due to fear.
"A, A, A, what?" My father looked at me sharply and kept glancing and not flinching a bit from me."Alif, here's the reading, "Alif"! You know not!"My father said with annoyance."Just last night read to***."My upset father doesn't continue what he says."Don't get your hands, loins, rods, tongs and wood to drift like you, yeah!"
I was silent and clumsy to hear it.I could only shut my mouth in fear. Afraid of the wrong letters that were read because of hearing what my father said earlier, all of them.
Seriate.....