The Struggle of a Child
Want to get out but locked up and play inside the house
He put the book in a bag and buttoned it firmly so that no one was scattered.
"But the book isn't expensive" I said. Seeing my sister as upset.
After that I was silent because I did not get a reply from my sister who was still silent and compiled her bag. I then turned my face away from him and left our debate again and turned my head to the right side looking at the P3K box located.
I then got up from my seat and stood holding the P3K box and kept it in a safe place. Back I turned the body sideways to the right looking at my sullen sister coming out of the room.
"Ana, ice candles are cheap" I said. Glancing at my sister followed by both hands saving the box . "Father's money won't come" I connected while turning my body in his footsteps.
"But I don't want to. Later my pocket money is not there," replied my sister. Look at the locked window.
I then quietly looked down like a guilty man. Rotating the body sees both hands that hold the P3K box.
"If Brother wants. Just buy your brother's own money pack," said my sister indifferently. Standing still staring at the clock of the rotating wall. "Dad's going to say, if he's looking for money for my snacks and buy new sandals" he said. Looking at the clock as if it reminded him who forgot about my father's words.
I remained silent and stood behind him. I still listen to him with pleasure.
"Ana, I'm just asking you for a little bit of money" I said. Glancing at my sister. "Just buy one-off candle ice" I said. Seeing my sister with a groggy face.
"Engga. Later Daddy abis's money. I can't snack later," my sister protested. Turning her body slightly tilted her head towards me.
I got more and more annoyed and pursed the lips of the manyun forward. Sometimes I pull my lips hard because I am angry to hear my sister who is too protesting with me. The upset self mixed with anxiety because our father and mother continued we had not yet come grimacing in my heart to see the doors and windows that I could not reach.
The glare of my clear eyes was endlessly staring at the door that was still locked. The tiny body that slightly improved was so happy when this hand was done putting the P3K box.
However, on the other hand my sister was still staring towards the wall where the clock was hanging there. "Why haven't you come home yet?" little murmured asked. Watch the clock and the door and the window. It was as if my sister wished that the window had opened before now without having to wait for our father.
"The windows cannot be opened" I said with great affirmation. Looking at my surly sister to me.
"Don't talk much, brother," replied my brother was not happy directly. Waving glare of sharp eyes looking towards my pale face.
I dropped my head looking down as if embarrassed. Closing lips that held in fear as my sister's voice sneered pungently.
Ahaha! The sound of children's laughter was heard from outside. My reflexes immediately turned my head while gaping in aghast.
Yoke! Yoke! Yoke!
I also ran straight into the room. "Hi, where are you going?" ask me kindly to those who pass by. Standing in front of the open window.
"We're going there, Liyan," they screamed. Stop looking at me standing in front of the window staring at them expectantly, if I can get out tomorrow playing like them, I thought looking at them cheerfully.
"You guys are good to play" I said to them.
"Eat him, you're out Liyan, come here! We play marbles," take them. Swing hands from far away.
I was sad to mix hope. "I'm not in love out," I reply from afar. Standing in front of the window of the room and looking at them from afar stood waiting for my answer.
"Yes, it was Liyan. We play it tomorrow," they said, disappointed to leave me standing in front of the window.
I was so sad to be mixed up to see this self locked up in the house. "Heeei, tomorrow if I'm in love out we play, yeah!" I cried out with a groveling inducement. Seeing those who turned their bodies back stopped looking at me.
"Yes, tomorrow come to my house, yes" he replied.
Hearing him I was immediately moody and dropped my gaze down to see this small, cold fingers stuck above the wooden window.
"Wait for me tomorrow too!" my brother shouted straight from behind.
I immediately jerked my head back to look at my sister who shouted directly. Stand straight staring out the window.
"Hey, what time are you playing tomorrow ?" ask my sister to know. He walked up to the window and stood right beside me. "Because if I get up late, my father has gone to work" he said happily.
"We don't know yet" he said.
"Because I also suck at waking up" one of them said. Stand up with blue plastic.
I immediately greeted him despite being mixed with a little worry towards my sister who was angry with me again.
"So, you're messing around tomorrow?" my many. Glancing at my sister.
"Yes, I want to mess with that guy" my sister replied straightforwardly.
I turned the body straight away. "Yes already. If I'm definitely not in Father's love," I bowed in lethargy. Walking playing my son's Bp again.
Braaak!
The toys were scattered on the floor again. Even the broken pencil box I use as my play tool.
"Sister" call my sister. "Sister's pencil case is broken, hahaha! Mine's still good," booed my sister with a crisp innuendo. Standing tilting her body at the pencil box, she was followed by her right hand holding the window and turning her back against the curtain when I caught a glimpse of it.
"Liar then! The important thing is that it can still be used to play," I said back at my sister's taunts.
"Uiiiiis,"my sister replied instantly with a cynical grin. Turning my head behind me looking out the window. Sizzling.
"His pencil case is broken" my sister sneered. "The pencil is small, the ruler is not there, cih," he said with satisfaction.
The weak fingers continued to suckle the pencil box and others. Not to forget also the colorful paper that was caught by my sister this morning helped complete this game.
The colorful paper I made as a base for a small cigarette box that had been wasted on his bed.
Haha ! I now laugh in my heart so as not to be discovered by him that I am very happy today.
"Morning and night are still playing it," said my sister pias.
The Bp boy that lies in front of me is more exciting to play even though my sister continues to grumble alone.
The small boxes that many collected by me also I stacked in stages for the house of the child Bp who I was playing.
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