The Struggle of a Child
Both of them and play in the house
After I finished neatly I then played it according to the storyline I wanted. The used boxes look neatly arranged. Where the used cigarette boxes that I arranged neatly like forming, like a bed with a base of a piece of colorful origami paper.
"The other thing I can play now," I murmured softly with a sigh. Looking at my toys clearly.
"Sister, I also have toys," greeted my sister immediately did not want to lose competitiveness from me. "This is it" he said. "Try this Brother look!" pinta my sister with great emphasis. Standing swung the puppet half in the air right above my head and forced me to take a look at it immediately. "She's prettier than that!" taunted.
"Sep forward to this, have a Brother . That's so ugly," I poke. Raise his head and look at him.
"That's right, brother," my sister strongly denied. "Have an ugly brother! Mine's pretty," she screamed. "Have a pretty big sister but break up easily, hihihi!" his fad repeated it back while laughing mockingly. "But if I don't," he said. Mocking me by sticking his tongue out with a happy heart.
It was that grouchy and indifferent that forced this face to tighten so that even at a glance I did not want to see my sister's face. I remained serious and mixed happy to play this game in the middle of his tirade that lingered in the room until it sounded a little out.
"But look forward to this!" my teasing keeps repeating it. Shows the Bp boy I'm holding up in the air.
"IIiiss. Wherever ," replied my sister with a disgusted face. Throwing his eyes straight in any direction.
I was so bothered to see my sister who was expressing that way. The face was mixed with laughter as soon as I could see the plain and disgusting face of my sister.
"But this is my beloved toy" I said. Staring at my sister who put on an annoyed face mixed with frown. "Other people have never said this is ugly" I said. Dropping sight and playing back child Bp.
My sister immediately said. "Yes, that person never knows" my sister continued. Insist not to give up. He still wants to argue with me.
I'm getting caught up by my sister's taunts again. This weak hand immediately stopped after my hearing heard all the ridicule from my sister. A small glance I glide to the left side looking at my sister who scorned my game.
"People already know, really," I said slowly as if to hold back my shame on myself. "If it's bad, why ?" ask me quietly with a voice. Play back toys I like.
My sister was silent and shut her mouth a thousand languages. He stood up like a statue.
"Who played, Brother. Not that person," I sibutu back to reply to my sister and then continue and play the scene of the child Bp that I want according to my will.
The dialogues of this game I kept coming out according to the words I wanted that were full of laughter and emotions.
A word is no longer heard from behind. I who was still playing my Bp boy frowned while wondering curiously within myself. Without any serious desire I turned my head mixed with curiosity about my sister. Slowly I was forced to glance and look for him who was suddenly invisible to me.
The deg!
I was surprised and immediately turned the body that was still deep into the body sitting looking for my sister who had made me panic mixed with wonder.
Huuh!
I massaged my chest after finding what I was looking for. "Oh!" Even a nano gaze fixedly looked at my sister who was sitting on the bed with a little sideways body and facing towards the window that opened with her beloved doll.
"Ana," call me a little vigil. My sister did not look at me one bit. I called him back in vigil again. "Ana, you're angry again, aren't you?" ask me slowly with a slow tone of voice and keep watch.
My sister remained silent. I don't know if he heard it or pretend he didn't? At all I was still confused because he was currently sitting on the bed in the same room and a short distance away. But, not answering anything.
Slowly mixed with disappointment I returned my head as I had seen the child Bp still held in my grasp.
The door that was locked from the outside until now has not been opened. Not a single foot was heard approaching the house. The hearing that I sharpened to hear the whisper of the sound from outside immediately I turned back to calm.
"Sir, why am I silent ?" let me watch my sister sitting right behind me.
"I'm sleeping with my doll again, brother," she replied instantly making me dumbfounded. "Si Dottie just went to bed" she said briefly.
"Your phone is not sleeping well?!" reply asked.
"Yes, that's why my brother is silent. Don't be noisy!" reprimanding my sister loudly without looking back even though only a glimpse of me who was amazed mixed with amused to see her who is pretentious like a mother.
"New kayak doll," I said in a very low tone of voice. Seeing my Bp's son who's the same as Dottie that is, sleeping too.
"Sister, why did you stop telling me?" ask my sister from behind me.
"They're sleeping" I replied.
"Haha!" My sister laughed immediately. "Why follow up with me in my Dottie?" ask my sister as if she is not willing.
"Why?" my many. "Sister wants a break," I said directly. Shifted back my tiny, weak body backwards slightly then straightened my legs straight forward and raised my hands perpendicular upwards in return for my tired little body.
I also move my head to the right and left slowly and gently to stretch the nerves that feel tense due to too much down and play.
"How many Bp Sis are you staying?" asked my sister as if she had brought her lips close to mine.
I who was exercising a little to stretch my weak little body came to a halt instantly.
"There are four" I answered briefly. Looking straight ahead precisely towards the four sleeping Bp children while sharpening my hearing to listen to the next speech of my sister who was sitting casually with her beloved doll behind me.
"There's still a lot," my sister continued in a flat tone of voice. It was as if my sister answered him nonchalantly.
I went back to digesting deeply from his words. "But it's not enough, '" I replied. Glancing at the child Bp with a wistful.
"Why?" ask my sister to know.
"Yes, there are no friends" I said. Sitting behind my sister.
"Aahaha!" reply my sister laughed funny.
"Why are you laughing? Is something funny?" my reflex turned my seat right towards him.
"Son, I'm just one" replied my sister in a voice mixed with laughter.
"But sad too. He has no friends" I said. Staring at Children Bp with poignancy.
"Not many friends. Fight later," my sister explained.
I regained my senses by widening my eyeballs and also raising my head and justifying it a little.
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