The Struggle of a Child
Frozen because of my father's eyes
My sister was instantly speechless hearing my jolt flickering at her. He again sulked to pick up the doll and hugged it tightly as if he was complaining to the creepy doll.
"Dottie my brother is evil. He scolded me just for the paper toy," my sister pouted. Closer his eyes to the face of the creepy doll.
Seeing my sister's behavior, I'm getting more and more saturated. Wrinkling with the thickness caused by my sister's tearing while pursing her lips tightly looking at her who was a little sulky and moody.
"Ana, you said Big Brother is a crybaby, but you're a crybaby too" I sneered lightly. Seeing the child Bp who has not been around I played and also floated an occasional look behind the neatly arranged room curtain that covered the room and became the separator between the door of the house and the door of the room.
I'm getting anxious mixed worried to see the door that until now still has not been touched by the feet of our mother continued. Highlight my eyes mixed with the condition of the body that is less healthy, keep staring fixedly at the door that is slightly open from behind the curtain of the room that is the divider between the room and the living room.
"Ana, aren't you afraid that Mom's leaving?" aska I want to know. Sitting on the floor and still playing and running child Bp with the left hand that is my center of attention at this time.
"Son," replied my sister with a brief rebuttal.
The deg!
I was shocked and reflexively turned around to look at my sister. I was stunned like a person who heard the sudden news.
"It cannot be like that" I rebuked with a gentle face. Sitting leaning raised my head slightly upwards looking at my sister sitting on the bed.
"My mom is dead" said my sister. Sitting on top of the bed while dropping the glare of my eyes looking at me who was sitting below right on the floor. Staking a doll as if she was being seen silencing it.
I also sighed more and more to see my sister who still insisted on not accepting our father's new wife as her mother.
"But Mom, his wife Dad too" I said back.
"Sister, Brother's beloved mother is evil. He always scolded my brother. And he also scolded me a lot" my sister said in annoyance.
I was trembling to hear my sister who continued to hate him. With a heavy heart I turned this look from him and looked straight ahead with a blank look mixed with sadness and disappointment.
"Ana, you can't say that" I continued. Sitting leaning on the edge of the bed while staring straight ahead and glancing at my Bp boy named Lofya was sitting waiting for his mother to come home.
"Sister, but I don't like being angry," my sister jolted holding her tone low so as not to be heard out by our father.
"Father also scolded you," I said, turning both eyeballs glancing towards the right right right where my sister was sitting with her doll.
"That's Dad. Because Father, my father," my sister denied, holding back her tone so as not to sound loud until she came out.
My brother's voice sounded, like attacking with a horrified blow. The volume of his voice sounded so loud had it not been held back by him.
I who was lying on the floor with a weak petite body condition was forced to occasionally close both eyes firmly as a signal as if I was covering my two ears.
The sound seemed to make Lofyaku surprised so he was thrown from his soft sofa to the doorstep of his house.
"Your voice is strong times Ana," I rebuked her back to my sister. "Until Lofyaku flies all the way here.
"My Dottie is awake too. Because of Big Brother who likes to make a noise," my sister regretted. Sitting behind me.
I grew silent and was surprised to see my Bp boy named Lofya flying back to his door because of the gust of wind that entered through the wide open window cracks. Besides that while I was flabbergasted also saw our funny and funny behavior.
"Because Brother is noisier. Try Brother be quiet! My Dottie must not wake up," my sister told me.
"You're also a storm!" argue with a bitch. "The loudest is your voice!" I continued to glance at my sister with sharp eyes mixed with a cynical face filled with deep hatred attacking her crown.
"Betaka!" scream my brother with a prank. "Yeah!" he shouted back loudly, complaining to our father who was busy with the world of his kitchen. "See Brother Ayaaah! Evil brother!" the screams keep getting worse.
"Yeahyaan!" call my father straight from the kitchen as a sign of reprimand for me.
Glek !
I immediately gulped in panic and hurriedly dragged my feet up in a stupor.
"Ana," my screams slowly held back my sister's voice. "Silent Ana, shhtt!" I leaned half over the bed and held the half-swinging body in the air with the aching leg, followed by the right hand closing my sister's mouth.
"Sister, um!" his screams were thick, followed by his right hand brushed my hand rough. "Not looking for trouble!" my sister was upset. Staring at me with sharp eyes mixed with cynicism. "Dad is here!" he continued with a cheeky smile.
Huh!
I instantly exhaled a rough breath while neutralizing back my panicked mind. This weak petite body slightly trembled holding the edge of the bed that became the backrest of this weak petite body. It was followed by the head looking to the left right where the door of the room was as a gesture of fear of the punishment given by my father.
"Ana, if you ask... ." I silently looked at my sister pale. "...we said what?" my moans asked my sister a question. With his head still turned towards the curtains of the room door.
My sister immediately raised a look of astonished face mixed in question. "Huh yeah?! I don't know. "Why ask me, brother?" ask my sister with a flat face. Waving eyes full of question marks looking at me.
I was getting cornered so much - it was made by my sister. I immediately threw my breath again violently into the air. Weak legs begin to descend slowly to sit quietly on the floor. The little fingers were instantly cold and the pale face was trembling and anxious when I heard my father's voice coming from the kitchen.
This tiny, long-feeling reflex falls over and sits on the edge of the bed with the injured leg sticking straight forward.
"Why are you yelling there, Liyan, Ana ?" asked my father in a panicked and slightly tense voice.
I remained silent while my sister would not open her mouth even for a moment.
"You're not fighting, are you?" asked my father from outside in a voice that sounded not far from our bedroom door. "Remember! I reminded you, didn't I? Don't quarrel. If you two get into a fight, you two get a law again, will you?" asked my father reflexively to stand up and open the veil curtain made me instantly freeze as if I was covered in ice, looking at my father palely mixed with panic and a weak petite body and a sore leg.
"L-yes Father," I replied instantly stammering open my mouth heavily.
"Hm!" my father said mendehem as a stern warning to us with a sharp eye and sniff and then turned the body away from us.
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