The Struggle of a Child
Tells Lofya
"But Dad's not like you used to be, sister" my sister regretted. "Dad never got angry with me. I never punished either. Moreover, forbid me to play," he said with a sad face down.
I listened to her sad story and turned my head back to look at the door curtain that did not move in the slightest. The connecting mother who has been our friend and also became a surrogate mother for us after the departure of our mother who has given birth to us into the world.
"Ana but 'we're wrong so Dad punishes us" I reply in the real word. Sitting cross-legged on the floor against my sister.
"Sister obviously defended her, 'is she Brother's beloved mother, '" my sister was upset. Sit behind me. "Try him evil same brother. Definitely do not like the same," he continued continuously with his opinion.
I spontaneously went back to seeing a moving hand playing a child Bp without me noticing. "God!" I immediately grinned to see the child Bp who walked alone together with hands that felt cold due to pain that was still faithful to survive and linger in this tiny body.
Not how long Bp's son moved without me noticing. Quickly by itself I sat him on a soft sofa and played it according to my will that can make my heart happy.
"Ana, my sister never did" I said. Raising my head looking at the curtains and occasionally glancing back where my sister was sitting sweetly, followed by the right hand swinging in the air playing child Bp.
"Allah. Brother always kayak that," my sister refuted with the same word I said.
"Ana can't be like that. If we're evil, we'll be like Dottie... ." I hung up my words again and looked at the child Bp while thinking about the Dottie. "...no friends," I said in a soft tone of voice full of regret.
My sister was silent and there was no noise from behind as a sign that she was still sitting there. However, after a while after me and him were silent. A voice from behind was heard landing on the eardrum.
"Sister, Dottie's not alone. 'And there I am a friend" said my sister in a happy voice.
"Ana, the Dottie doesn't know you, '" I told my sister who was still sitting on the bed right behind me.
"Sister don't say that. I'm the same Dottie has known for a long time. Even if we sleep the same night," my sister said with great emphasis.
My brother and I are getting noisier just because of Dottie. I think funny about my sister. A thin line of smiles on the lips sometimes knotted sweetly just to enjoy my sister's cuteness, when I saw her over-treating the doll like, like a human child. Can cry, can thirst, can sleep and wake up and can also hear the noise. Ahaha! Sometimes I laugh amusedly at seeing and hearing his chatter spoken just for a lifeless doll.
"But your Dottie isn't it, Dad's Son," I argued immediately to my sister. Look at my son Bp who already wants to go to school.
"Sister, playing is weird too! Paper time can be school, can eat, can sing, can take a bath, ahahaha! You can also go to the office and have a father, have a mother and more funny the head can break. Ahahaha, hihihi!" ledek my sister contentedly laughed at him until the strangulation.
I immediately turned my head to throw angry eyes at my sister who was deliberately mocking my toy. "Ana, it's gonna look like people, too. Why did you say it was like that?" ask me not willing if my toy child Bp is ridiculed by my sister. "Ana, watch out, if you play this!" I threatened to warn my sister who liked to mock my toys.
"Yes bet! Don't hold it" I said with a tightened countenance and posed a full threat before him.
"Yes, I don't want to. Because Big Brother's toy is ugly and could be a ghost, weeee!" taunting my sister by sticking her tongue out.
"Biarin. The important thing is that he does not suck blood" I said indifferently, turning back straight to see the child Bp who was still sitting on a soft sofa.
My weak hand took him back to get up from the sofa which seemed to make him comfortable and enjoy reading a storybook that he liked. Lofya the name of the game I like which is none other than the child's game Bp. He was very happy and very happy because both his parents and his sister had planned a vacation abroad, namely, exactly planned by his father and mother and sister want to go to the city of London where the city is very modern and full of historical museums and delicious food. "mmmmmmm. Yummy!" Lofya liked it a lot, I thought. That's why I chose the city for his father and mother and his sister to go on holiday to London.
"Getch!" Lofya screamed loudly when he found a ticket on his desk. "My father would have wanted to surprise me" thought Lofya. Sitting pensively on a soft sofa. "And also my mother, she is very dear to me because I am the first child of her pride after a long time newly married I exist. That's why every time I ask them to always fulfill it, so does my sister she never refutes anything I ask! Mmm, I am indeed a lucky child to have both parents and a sister like her. Muach!" Lofya happily kissed the family photo located on the table right next to the corner of the sofa she was sitting on.
I became smiling when I saw a piece of the story of the Bp boy I played. A happy family full of warmth and also a child who has a loving mother. I was so moved and wanted to cry a little, remembering myself who was far from it all.
"Son, why is Lofyanya screaming?" asked my sister from behind in surprise after I was silent.
I turned my head back to look precisely at my sister. "He's going on vacation" I replied briefly, a little shy.
"Hhhh!" My sister was astonished and astonished. "Aahaha! Holidays to London, hihihi!" my sister's leadek grew mocking after she listened to all the dialogue I had coming out of my mouth as I played the role of Lofya.
"hihim! Brother, Brother. London is far away. By plane, ptfff. Where possible. We're going to be at Dad's house" he continued with just anyone who made me gape after seeing the look on his face filled with ridiculing laughter.
"Ana, it's just a game. Yes we like to tell it," I replied with annoyance mixed up, seeing my sister who was endlessly laughing at my toys.
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