The Struggle of a Child
The fight secretly
"Rubber," I said briefly.
My sister immediately grabbed him. "Yes it's right. If we have a friend is not exciting, there must be something evil later. "Sister doesn't want to play out sometimes. Brother said, outside a lot of bad people," he continued. "I don't want my Dottie to have any friends, then" my sister said, looking back at her doll with sadness. Followed by the two balls my eyes saw.
"God." I grinned twisting after hearing my sister's words and looked back straight ahead while leaning this tiny, weak body against the edge of the bed. "But if we don't have friends. We are alone," I immediately looked straight ahead with a blank and stressed look.
"Sister, if we're rame-rame must be fighting ?!" said my sister clearly who was sitting right behind me.
The son of Bp who was staring in front of me continuously I stared fixed until long ago can melt the mood that is being troubled. The issue of the father's affection struggle that has been fighting for us all along. Not to mention the problem that just stopped in my life, namely, pain that returned to whack.
" 'And the bad guys can turn out good" I stopped. Staring at the barking child Bp.
"Where anyway! If it's evil, it's still evil" my brother said.
Highlight my eyes and my mind still drifting to see my son Bp. "But that's not true" I replied with confidence. Pointing a child Bp plastered in front of the eyes with both lips and eyes. "Everyone is good there. Nothing bad," I said seeing the child Bp neatly arranged on the floor.
"Name, not man. It's just paper, '" my sister denied with great emphasis and was still sitting on the bed behind me.
What my sister said was true, I thought. It's just a piece of paper printed like a human and can be scissored, like now so I can play it. Therefore, his identity is not clear, who is evil and who is good and sometimes his identity can also be seen clearly, there is good and there is evil. That all applies if the owner of the toy plays it clearly according to his groove and desire.
"Yes Dik. You're right, he's not human" I said immediately telling my brother that it was just a piece of paper.
"There is nothing evil," continued my sister repeated from behind me.
The dark and still locked house continues to be a restraint for those of us who want to look out. This dark house and bright bedroom windows continued to force us to make up after fighting each other.
"Ana, Dad hasn't come home yet" I said grudgingly. Look at the darkened room from behind the door curtain.
"Maybe you haven't got the money yet" my sister said from behind. "Because 'you say I want to find a lot of money," he continued innocently.
The tech!
Jeglex!
The door opened and hit the wall. Lost darkness is the light that colors my pleasure today. I hurried up and dragged beside this tiny weak body peeking out from behind the curtain that separated us from the living room.
"Who's Brother?" ask my sister from behind who is sitting on the bed.
"Dad," I said quietly from behind the curtain. Turned right towards my sister. Seeing my sister who immediately brushed off her doll.
"Dad Brother" said my sister sumringah. Get out of bed to me who's lying on the floor peeking at our father.
"Ana, but why don't you say hello?" I asked to raise my head to see my sister standing right next to me a little.
"Maybe you forgot Brother" replied my sister slowly. Dropped his tiny body sitting on the floor.
"Forgot?!" I said with a doubtful face. Swinging both lips forward a little manyun while turning my mind to digest what my sister said.
My father's footsteps sounded as if they were arranged. He walked with slow footsteps and settled down - it looked like a thief.
Brak!
"Dad must've brought some jajan?!" my sister said with a face full of confidence raising her next to her eyebrows. Sit and look at me.
I immediately sumringah. "Yes Dik. Dad's never brought a snack in a long time," I said with confidence. Seeing my little sister change her face, looking at me after listening to me.
Suddenly with a sour face he immediately turned away from me. "That's not for Big Brother" my sister slapped. "That's for me because I said the same Dad bought snacks," he continued. Looking at me with a cynical face.
I immediately looked embarrassed. The joy that had been splashed on my face after my father's return now dimmed without direction. I was a stranger in the eyes of my own sister and always thought of me as an enemy who wanted to keep her away from the affection of a father.
In the direction of the eyes that peeked from the tail of the eyes also saw my brother who was struggling with his selfishness. She kept tightening and insisted on forbidding myself from getting too close to the father who had taken care of us.
"So, if Dad buys snacks. It's just for me. Not for the others," my brother explained with great emphasis.
I was embarrassed to look down because I thought that I was not different, like a beggar who at all times begged and hoped for something uncertain.
"So, you can't play. 'My dear father is just me, '" continued my brother in a hateful tone of voice. "Where is I. There must be a father and a sack, "my sister muttered happily as she raised a few eyebrows upwards mixed with a sly look.
My pale lips froze strongly and no more words came out in self-defense even if it was just a letter.
My sister's face was still clearly plastered with her sneaky face trying to lure me to bring out my sour face expression in front of her.
Struggling with courage I shifted a little bit of my sister's body slowly to get away a little from me.
"Sik, you just sit there" I suggested. Pointing to the floor with both lips that I deliberately pointed forward.
"M, Ah! I don't want to," my sister slapped my hand rough.
Puk!
Plaque!
Both of my weak hands immediately bounced to the floor firmly. "Auugh," I cried with a whimper. Swinging your hand while shaking it into the air as a signal to relieve the pain hit by the floor.
"Sister don't push me," my sister said loudly. Shine a cynical look in the eye.
The look on his synopsis with the look on my face whimpering me for enduring the pain met with a look at each other's wrath. "Ana, you're evil, huhuhu!" my sindir cried withholding voice so that my father would not hear a fight between us Brothers in the room.
"That's why don't push my body," my sister snapped with a very sharp eye holding her tone so that our father who had come home did not hear our quarrel.
Huhuhoo!
"Son't just shift you, hix, hix, hix!" reply with tears held back.
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