The Struggle of a Child
My brother's ingenuity and gave me up
"But Dad has a sister?" my brother asked my father. Look at the chocolate sponge located on the table precisely inside the plastic wrap that has been opened. I saw my father come back and asked. "But why did you buy this only ball of sight?" asked my sister whining mixed with a face full of question marks. Stand up and float the pandan steamed bowls that are half freshly exhausted in the air right in both eyes.
My father immediately rotated his body followed by his hands that pulled out groceries from the plastic. "So Dad came a little late. So, as soon as Dad gets to the ball just stay that way," replied my father with a sorry face.
"Just one, Dad?" ask my sister as if she is not sure.
I who was still gulping down drinking water continued to listen to the chatter of the two of them. Clear mineral water feels so cool when entering through the throat. My father and sister's conversation isn't over yet.
"Eum!" reply my father back with a happy face while repeating his work that was stopped for a second because he wanted to answer the question my brother who was constantly curious.
They still love to talk in the midst of my thirst. I'm getting serious about listening to their conversations that I don't know when they'll be finished.
"Dad, if only this. It's definitely cheaper?!" I asked as I swallowed the drinking water that passed through my throat. Glancing at the sponge located inside the plastic. Holding glass.
"Not really, son! It was not too cheap and not too expensive, hehehe!" answer father. I looked at my brother and I who were too curious.
"Daddy if it's not expensive. Tomorrow turn again, yeah, yeah!" have my brother meek mixed with a sound that looks like he's chewing a sponge while looking at his empty hand.
My father was so busy looking and he was grappling with the world of his kitchen that he looked as if he was reluctantly answering all of our questions.
"Tomorrow, son! If you get a lot of money, God willing, I will buy it again for you two," continued my father with a faint smile to both of us.
"Okay Dad," I replied gently. "All those ice candles, too, Dad, hehehe!" nyengir.
Put the glass on the table right next to the stove. At first glance I remember the game of Bp child that I left behind when I accidentally saw my father's cigarette box located in the garbage basket.
"Dad, I'm going, yeah!" pamitku asked permission to beg him.
"Yes Nak! Oh, yes ! This two-year-old dad's kids have breakfast?" asked my father to look at us.
"Udah, Dad. I also took medicine," I replied in a soft tone of voice. Looking at my busy father.
"Alhamdulillah Son." My father turned his head and turned the body slightly tilted looking at us who was right behind him a little and stopped his hand holding the groceries he was leaving. "If you have eaten. So, I'm glad to hear that. Means that soon this two-year-old Father's son will be big fast," praised my father gently and lovingly stroking our heads together.
"Yes Dad. If we're big, I'm happy, '" I said directly.
Ahaha! My father laughed after hearing my words and saw the two of us who became his fatigue reliever.
We both hugged him while standing up. "Son, if you're older, don't fight, yeah!" pinta my father gently pleaded. Staring at the two of us with a flat face and a thin smile with both eyeballs mixed with sad hearts.
"Dad I would never fight later if it was big" I said. Standing up to see my father who was quite tall from me.
"Yes Dad. We'll both be good Father's Children" my sister continued happily.
My father seemed so happy after hearing it and tired of the hours he spent on the road now seemed to be treated by seeing the two of us who loved each other. I am also happy to feel the happiness felt by my father. My father, who was little, took care of us as if to be an encouragement for both of us after the death of our mother.
"Dad now I play first" I said out of my father's arms.
"Yes Dad, me too. My Dottie must be awake. She was crying later, Dad," said my sister directly following me from behind.
"Yes Dad" cried my sister who ran into the room.
Crews!
Baugh's!
My sister also directly hit my tiny weak body. "Aaugh!" I immediately screamed stroking my injured leg.
"Why Brother? Sick ,ya?" asked my sister with a face. Melirikku cynic.
The tiny body that was going through a decline immediately looked at my sister softly while enduring the pain that had recently stuck to the knee.
"So, you're too close to the door. So, I don't see it," said my sister with a look of sadness. Staring at me who grimaced with the pain.
The wound that was half dry I gently penetrated while closing both eyes to relieve pain.
"Ana, why aren't you careful?" ask me regretfully. I looked at my sister's face, pretending to be sad.
"Where do I know, brother. I didn't see. So, Brother, turn me on" replied my sister with a slight look of tears.
I immediately panicked to see him at that moment with a heavy heart I was forced to give in to avoid punishment from my father and the slurs of my sister.
"Ssttt, Ana is silent! Brother apologized," I asked sincerely to him as I dragged this weak foot over and hugged him. "Ana, don't cry, I'll punish you both" I persuaded me to gently calm my sad sister's heart.
This tiny body again remained inferior to my sister's tears and her voice was larger in volume than mine.
"Ana, if you see us fighting again, you must be sad" I said slowly. Hugged my brother who stood up. Followed by my mind again remembering my father's advice earlier when we entered the room to play.
I still try to persuade my sister who at any time without realizing it could complain to my father.
"Ana, don't cry, yeah!" I begged my sister who was mixed in panic and worry. Pulling my sister sitting on the bed in followed by these two hands embracing her. "Sister had forgotten, if you cry easily," I muttered softly in a faint voice - faintly looking straight ahead with a panicked blank look.
Huhuhoo! The sound of my sister's crying finally broke in the silence of the two of us. Suddenly I panicked again to see him who still shed tears.
"Ana, please shut up! Don't cry," I'm getting softer stroking my sister's shoulder.
"Huhoo! Bad brother. I'm angry because of that!" greet my sister with a little cry voice she was holding back so as not to be heard by the ears of our father who was busy in the kitchen. He pointed at my knees with both of his lips.
"Yes, but... ." I looked at my sister and kept quiet. I no longer continue my next words. For a while I looked at my sister and thought that my sister was so clever that again I had to step back and make me give up.
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