The Struggle of a Child
Seeing Dad and remembering Mom connecting
I looked down at the knee that was still painful. Sighs to neutralize this self again.
"Sister, don't talk about Brother's beloved mother anymore, yes!" scold my brother from behind.
"Yes, you don't want to anymore either" I regretted, remembering the look in my father's eyes.
After my father disappeared I looked down again to see the son of Bp and continued the story of Lofya. In the midst of my silence and my sister in the house has not changed. The door that opened a little until now remains the same there is not the slightest sign of the arrival of the mother.
"Liyan!" call my dad from the kitchen hard.
"Yes Father," I answered immediately running and leaving my Lofya. "What's the matter Dad?" I was standing between the doors looking at a busy father.
"The food is finished" said my father. Put everything on the table.
"Yes Dad," I nodded and silently looked at my busy father.
My father walked back to bring his lunch kit and put it on the table. "Dad wants to take a shower. Pray, yes!" my father said he glanced at me and went back to neatly arranging everything.
I still stood silently watching my father who was too busy today. "Dad, why are you so old today?" manya curious.
My father who was busy turning his head to the right glanced at me. "What's the length, son?" ask my dad confused.
I immediately turned my body straight ahead to see my father. "Old ready to cook, Dad?" I asked to reaffirm my father's question. Standing while turning his head and looking at my father who went back and forth walking with a glass, plate, teapot, rice and side dishes and vegetables.
My father arranged everything so neatly on the table that no one was left behind. "Dad took out the groceries I bought last night" my father replied. "Fear, son, if it's rotten!" he said, looking down while looking and shiny table that was hit by a little drop of water spilled from the mouth of the teapot.
I then shifted a little leaning against the wall precisely the wall that lined up with the middle door. Seeing my dad who fought with his never-ending kitchen duties. I kept staring at the table that was full and my father's legs that stood and tired from working hard to support us.
"Dad, why haven't you come home yet?" aska I want to know. Stand up and lean in order to keep this tiny, weak body from falling on the floor.
My father's hand immediately stopped holding the half-manggantung hand wash in the air and turned his head to look at me at a glance and returned to see the empty plate. "Liyan, maybe your mother is out of business again" my father replied in a flat tone and looked up at the window that had opened.
I was silent and did not make a sound again after hearing my father's answer that seemed a little heavy to answer. Highlight my eyes also reflexes I dropped looking down where the tip of my father's feet that had aged was walking upright.
"Dad, I'm hungry" said my sister. Standing in front of the room door with his head and small body covered by a little curtain.
I reflexively raised my head and turned the look in the eye, followed by my father who was looking at the source of my brother's voice. "Come, son! I'll get him the rice" said my father gently, then turned back his head to look at the one he was holding. "Liyan, do you want to eat too?" asked my father, looking to the right side of the spot where I was standing.
"You Dad" I replied directly. Seeing my father scooping rice into a dish.
My father was so busy preparing my food and my brother's. "Liyan, Ana, your food is ready" said my father, putting it on the table. "Now I want to shower and pray first, yes!" said my father was caving. Stand up and turn the body looking towards each of us.
"Yes Dad" answered me and my sister in unison.
"Dad, we'll drop our water, yeah!" persuade my sister with her distinctive potluck voice. Walking with cute.
I who was still standing slowly moved from my backrest. "Dad, why do I talk so many times?" I complained with a mixed tone of voice. Walk towards the table.
"That's not much, son!" said my father from afar who had left the dining table.
"Mmmm!" I also pouted to see a plate filled with rice that was a little bit.
"Pick whichever one you want, son!" scream my father who was outside.
I with a clear face walked by waltzing to take the dishes that already have rice.
"Sister, we're sitting here yuk! invite my sister with her potent tone of voice and cute face.
"Yes," I said briefly. Walking with plates and glasses sat on the floor that my sister had pointed at.
Plaque!
My brother and I put plates and glasses on the floor right in front of us. The quiet house that became our friend is now enjoying the delicious cuisine that has been served by my father.
Enjoying food in the middle of the silence of the afternoon together with my brother one makes the atmosphere of this house a little quiet, quiet and uninhabited.
The screams that were usually heard after we got home from school are no longer there. All was calm and no sound filled the ceiling of this house.
I continued to stare towards the door that was still slightly open while bribing the rice into the mouth. Staring at the door with rice in the mouth.
"Sister, the fried chicken is delicious," said my sister in a tone of voice that seemed to be biting fried chicken. "Dad is good. He bought some more fried chicken for us" he continued with a voice mixed with fried chicken chews.
"Yes, Brother. Daddy's loving us, '" I reply with pleasure. Look at the fried chicken I'm holding.
"Sister, if the chicken is finished, I can take it again, yes!" pinta my sister is waving. Bite the fried chicken until it runs out.
"Take it!" reply indifferent. Drinking water near me.
Glek ! Glek ! Glek !
I also buried my face in the mouth of the glass while looking at the water that slowly entered wet the lips and throat dry.
Plaque!
The glass I put a little rough, followed by these two eyes I saw the window open. This tiny, weak body was seen frozen sitting on the floor without a pedestal .
"Sister, if you don't feel good" said my sister.
I immediately turned my head to look at him exactly to my left. "Why?" aska I want to know. Looking at my brother question mark, followed by the right hand bribing rice into the mouth.
My sister stopped her hand holding the rice in the dish for a moment. "Nobody is angry with both of us" he whispered quietly. It was as if he was on guard from our connecting mother who knew coming all of a sudden.
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