The Struggle of a Child
Night Day Part 2
I who sat cross-legged began to read the letters calmly one by one.I set my breath and calm my trembling soul.My fervent father taught me to focus on facing I'ROQ.
His innocent face looks calm from the tail of my eyes.His gaze does not scatter back and forth.His rough hands wrapped with skin that already looks a little aging holding the I'ROQ sheet that I open gently.
In my mind, I kept saying.That is, I should be able to relax so that I don't look nervous.I opened my two eyeballs wide looking letter by letter next so that I don't stammer. If I get nervous, my dad will definitely have a big question mark. What's wrong with me?He will not let go of me so easily.He will definitely find out from every direction he can meet. Moreover, tonight's incident about my mother's words with my sister will definitely have a big storm.
My father, he will not be able to accept anyone who says with all his heart to my sister.He will definitely scold her so as to make the whole room of our house full.Not just for the others for me too, so too. If I made my sister cry, my father would be very angry with me.
Epilogues
I once said to my sister who made her cry. He was so angry with me, I thought it was normal. The words I said to my sister were not so harsh. However, my brother who was so spoiled and crybaby made the situation gripping.
My father who heard it was so furious and bit his molars held back the anger. His face was starting to look red with anger. I'm the one standing at the corner of our main door. Shut up by keeping my mouth shut. Staring down while clutching both my hands in trembling.
"Liyan, what did you do to your sister?"Ask my angry father.
Hearing him, I couldn't make a sound .
Hearing my father's words like it, he was willing to pounce on me. I just kept quiet and it felt like I was so hard to open both of my lips.
But my father didn't stop there until he kept saying all the words he wanted to get out of his mouth.
"Liyan."Face annoyed with taking a deep breath."This is your sister she's a kid. He doesn't know anything yet.You should be able to keep your attitude. Your words to him". With great emphasis."Just a father whose parents never said that could make him cry." Staring at my sister with a soft look. "Because if he's been crying. Father who is most sad and beaten." My father said softly staring with a blank look.My father's sad face seemed to remember something about the memory of my late mother. "Your sister's face reminds Dad of your mother." Said my father softly staring at my sister while crouching hugging my spoiled sister.
That's why we weren't allowed my father to make my sister cry.
I suddenly remembered all of that. Sitting cross-legged sweetly in front of I'ROQ I looked ahead with a slight bow. Remembering my father's words that are still stored in my memory.
I who was silent saw my father from the tail of my eyes still sat cross-legged beside me. I waited patiently for the letters I would read from my little mouth. I who sat back to my sister only heard the movement of her hand on the table playing her school equipment from my ear. And so did my mother who was sitting in the corner of the room door. Being behind me sitting there was no sound.My little ears did not hear anything quiet like, no one inhabits the place.
"Liyan, here's what the reading is!" My father pointed to the letter after the letter Alif.
"Bec."I said spontaneously. Then my father continued with the next show. Get to the letter "Yes" and done. That's how it went until I remembered my studies fluently and eloquently. But sometimes I still forget. Among them, one of the letters that I still often forget and can not remember. In fact, speak it eloquently. Among them, the Hijaiyah letters are,Tsa,sin and syin.
After I finish teaching.I roll
the mat taught me to put it by standing behind the door.Keep the recal in place and arrange I'ROQ in the closet.The veil I wear I hang in place and the cloth I wear to cover my little legs. I fold and I hang it on a cloth hanger. That was my job after I finished teaching. My father taught me to be disciplined and independent as an example for my sister.
After I finished putting all my equipment together neatly. I also groomed myself and my clothes are special, my hair is a bit messy because of the hijab I wear.
After I finish by tidying everything up. I went to the closet with the mirror. Stand in front of the mirror of my wardrobe to look at my hair.
While my mother was connected there was nothing visible to me from the mirror.In front of the mirror I stood looking at my back.The place my mother was sitting, looked empty.
While my father was busy I heard in the kitchen, he did not remember where my mother was.
His mind had not been fixed on the mother.I who was standing in front of the mirror stared at the empty place in the corner of the room door.
Where's that mother, huh ? If my father calls him no answer to his voice . My father must be very angry. I who was worried still continued to stand in front of the mirror staring back in the hope that my mother contact will come soon. Before my father called and knew he didn't exist.
I'm still worried. Why isn't he visible yet, huh? My little murmur turned my back to the mirror looking at all corners of the room.
"Liyan!" Shouted my father slowly.
"Dad, Dad." Approaching my father swiftly.
"It!" Give a plate that has been filled with rice and side dishes complete with vegetables on it."I'll get you my rice, too, yeah!" Said my sister from my father's dining chair with a voice of soft command spoiled."It, son." My father said softly. My father never made a big deal about my sister.
Because for my father my sister was the main one after my mother died.Nobody should scold her. Makes her cry let alone hurt her heart.Sometimes I envy seeing her too. My father's love for my brother is so great compared to me. But what can I do. My father kept demanding and telling me. If I was the first child, I would have to give up a lot. I too, happily followed my father's will"must give up a lot"for my little brother.
"Liyan, where's your mother?"Ask my father flatly. I kept silent to hear what my father had just asked me. With the plate I was holding in my hand and the footsteps I was swinging forward suddenly came to a halt.
"I, ii***."I haven't been able to answer clearly. Suddenly there was a voice, from where. I couldn't see it because I still lowered my head to my father.
"She, I'm here."Standing near my father, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching my father. Looks like he came from the back door.I thought!
How did he get there, huh? Where's the road from? I who was still stopped with the plate in my hand wondered in my mind.
"Where have you been?"Ask dad. I kept walking leaving those who were still talking.
"From outside ." My mother looked at my father who I saw from the tail of my eyes.
I sit and enjoy and chew food. Seeing the shadow of my father walking by carrying a plate containing rice, vegetables and vegetables on it, approached my sister."Thank you, Dad."Said my sister spoiled. I heard it from my seat while feeding rice into my mouth.
"Yes, eat it, boy!" My father ordered gently as he rubbed my sister's head and passed leaving her back in the kitchen.
From the kitchen I heard Dad and Mom chatting while laughing sitting on the cold cement floor.
Seriate.....