The Struggle of a Child
Whiney
"Liyan, Ana," call my father from behind the curtain. Stand in front of the room door.
Hix! hix! hix!
The sound of sobbing roaring even I could bear as much as possible so that my father would not hear and enter to see the two of us in the room.
"Yes Father," I replied quietly in a neutral voice while wiping away the flowing tears and as much as possible trying to make my voice, saying, like a person who never seemed to cry and the look on his face did not forget I fox as normal as possible like a child who never got into trouble, let alone fight.
"Come Child! I have food for you, "please ask my father. Walked out the front door of the room. The shadow that had been standing waiting for us had now passed away leaving the curtain of the room that had been scattered to cover the room.
Crews!
My sister ran after my father. "Yeah!" he shouted happily running. "Where is the food?" ask sister. Walked and looked at my father who was taller than him. "I'm hungry Dad. Why did you come home so long? Though we were Dad, invited by our friend to play," said my sister with a sad panjanya voice.
My father immediately glanced at my sister who was following him walking aside. "Oh, yes. What did Daddy's son say ?" asked my father to know with a sumringah face.
I followed the steps of the two of them from behind while listening to the chatter of the two of them who were sharing the story.
"Yes Dad, Brother was also invited," my sister continued to tell me happily. My brother just kept following my father's steps walking beside him with one of his little hands holding my father's work pants.
"Does your brother want to?" my father asked, followed by his eyes glancing backwards where both feet stepped following him from behind. It was as if from the look of those eyes telling me to answer him directly.
I got more confused after seeing that spotlight. Doubtful and hesitant as if feeling strong until a moment hold these pale lips to answer.
A little nervous I dropped my gaze at the hanyangan that seemed to follow all the motions of me. My sister's voice continues to be heard happily conveying her heart today.
"Dad if they came and called us. We can play, yeah Dad!" persuade my sister to gently grope. Stand in the kitchen right on a small table connected to the stove table. "I'm the same Big Brother never played, Dad," said my sister looking at my father who was tall from her and occasionally dropping glances at me so that both eyes saw my weak legs stepping.
I then stopped and leaned against the kitchen wall precisely at the middle door while looking at my brother and father who were standing a little ahead of me. While the look in my sister's eyes looks as if she wants me to agree with her words. It was visible from both of our eyes that met a glance.
"Well, right, sister?" ask my sister with great emphasis. My father immediately turned to me.
I who stood up immediately panicked mixed nervously after I met my father. "Yes Dad," I replied quietly and looked down at the floor as a sign that I felt guilty for what my sister said.
"Sister, look at Father," said my sister with great pressure.
I who was already uncomfortable as if objecting to my sister's pressing request kept her throwing it at me.
"Liyan, if you're going out to play. Later, if it heals!" please my father calmly.
My sister again made a sound heard by me who was still down. "Dad if you wait for Brother to heal, long time," whined my sister. Standing in front of my father who was opening a separate plastic package.
"Eat him your brother must be taken care to heal quickly!" pinta my father gently pleaded with my sister while opening the plastic package.
I immediately raised my eyes to see my sister. "Dad, I'm getting well" I said to my father who pulled out a piece of pandanus sponge cake.
"Waaah! Dad is delicious. I haven't eaten this in a long time" said my sister. Took the sponge that my father had laid in front of him. "Dad means a lot of money, huh?" my sister asked happily. Look at that pandan's steamed sponge cake.
"Haha!" Glad I walked in to get that chocolate sponge. "Dad, there's more balls?" ask me with pleasure. Took the sponge my father gave me.
"That's mine, isn't it, Dad?" asked my sister with a wheeze then glanced at me cynically in a stealthy way while biting the pandan steamed sponge.
My father turned his body around to prepare all the lunch. "There's Nak! But there are three more pieces. It was just a brown steamed sponge, too" my father said softly. Twisting a little body tilted backwards looking at me and my sister.
Huhuhoo!
My sister immediately whined after hearing a statement from my father. "Dad why only have a sister? Why doesn't I exist?" asked my sister whining mixed with regret. Holding the pandan steamed sponge firmly.
I was chewing my favorite chocolate sponge gaping to see my sister whining. Slowly the half-gaping mouth chewed the sponge slowly after slowly while looking at the whining grunt of my sister.
"Dad, the balls love Ana" I said in a low tone of voice mixed with a sponge in the mouth.
My father was immediately stunned to see my brother who suddenly whined like a three-year-old child. "Ana, that's hearing your brother gave you the ball!" said father. Turning his head back straight ahead after glancing at my whining sister.
"Dad, but it's not for me," my sister's whine became more and more. Seeing the sponge he was holding swinging in the air.
"That's nothing, Sister. The ball's for you!" I said sincerely. Seeing my brother protest.
Bolu who became one of our favorite snacks became a scramble this afternoon. There's not much for my dad to do but massage my chest to see my sister whining after she gets home from work.
"Ana, tomorrow-tomorrow I won't buy you any more cookies!" my father said with a bit of tension. Walking back and forth past my brother who was standing still beside him.
While I was still standing the same, like my brother was constantly seen standing guard at the middle door so that no moment was missed even a bit to see my brother's crisp whimper just because of a piece of sponge.
"But the father has a brother" said my sister back. Following my father's footsteps with both of his eyeballs.
"Ana, but your brother loves you" said my father.
My favorite chocolate bolu little by little has run out I swallowed. Now I'm back walking around this weak leg taking the glass that he had on my father's desk.
"Dad, but Ana doesn't like that the ball is the same as mine," I said again as I walked with a glass and filled the water.
"You want Daddy. But all for me, yes Well," continued my brother with a face as if jealous, little seen from the look of his face that met the look of my face that was buried in the mouth of a glass.
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