The Struggle of a Child
Contrition
I saw my sister crying. "Dad don't keep my dolls, huhuhu!" hope my sister pleads with tears to wet her cheeks.
I was sad to see him and stood between my father and sister.
"Liyan, hurry up and bring the doll here" my father said. Standing waiting for the doll he asked for.
"Taa-ta... ." I immediately shut my mouth tightly after hearing my father was forcing me to take my sister's doll.
"No buts Liyan! Quick grab! Bring it here!" my dad's snapping is getting heavy.
"Well, Dad," I lowered my head and immediately ran into the room picking up the doll.
"Sister, not Brother. That's my doll, huhuhu!" persuade my sister to ask for a trace of pity from behind me after I turned a little head tilted to the left looking at her.
Huhuhoo!
The sound of my sister's crying getting broken filled the entire room of this house. The doll that was on the bed was with a heavy heart I had to take.
"This is Dad" I said, bowing and handing him over to my father.
My father took it. "Start from now! This doll belongs to Dad. And no one can take it!" threaten my father firmly. Holding the doll I gave you.
"Bad fuck! Evil brother! I hate you guys, huhuhu!" my sister's screams loudly mixed with sobs coming out.
My sister looks so sad and so do I. I lowered my head as I clenched my fingers tightly shut my mouth as if feeling guilty and silent.
"Sound Liyan! Don't even try to have one person take this doll from Dad's room, yeah!" my father said firmly with great emphasis. Go leave us both.
Huhuhoo!
The sound of my sister's sad cry still filled the room as she accompanied my father's footsteps.
"Bad brother! Brother is not my brother, go!" my sister loudly choked me away while throwing a lap right in my face.
Push it!
"Aaugh!" sentakku slowly. Catching the rag that was thrown about the pale face. Running from my sister directly.
"Dad don't love me anymore, huhuhu!" my sister screamed sadly with both hands lashing the floor softly and rubbing her legs on the floor.
"Yesoo!" my father shouted from his room. "Don't you hear that voice again, yeah!" he continued as if giving a hard lesson to my sister.
Huhuhu !
My sister was heard starting to ease her cries heard by me from inside the room. I stood looking at her from behind the curtains of the room, that my crying sister looked down lethargic after my father held back his doll. She glazed her tears slowly.
"Ana, don't cry, you'll be angry again!" I rebuked from the front door of the room, standing behind the curtain.
Huhuhoo!
The sound of her breathing was getting louder even though it was not as loud as before. She was very sad because her Dottie had separated from her.
Slowly he turned his body and got up from his seat. I who was still standing from behind the door of the room looked at my brother who was walking gloomily.
"Ana," called me slowly and kept watch from my father's hearing. Looking at my brother who was walking lethargic and moody.
"Here!" call me with a persuasive face while waving my right hand.
"Ana listen to ya! From tomorrow you can no longer judge your brother!" reprimanding my father loudly from inside his room that only walled the board has begun to weathered. "If you hear it again. Then you're the one you're the one who you're legal against outside !" he screamed from inside the simple room.
My brother's stalled footsteps heard him staring nanar in front of our room curtain. Where she looked at me standing calling and waiting for her to enter the room together.
"Ana, come here we play here!" call me to persuade my brother who is said to be loud. Standing covered my tiny, weak body and aching leg with a curtain attached.
My sister just kept quiet I saw. He felt heavy to answer me. Now he just stood with his face bent while holding his sorrow, staring at this weak me with a face harboring a bit of hatred.
"Ana, are you still crying again?" ask my father from behind the wall of his room.
My sister and I just kept quiet to see each other. His gaze and mine still looked at each other as if asking or answering my father's question in each other's minds.
"Ana, answer Dad's question" I hope from behind the curtain. Standing up looked at my sister who was standing with a bent and moody face.
My sister then immediately raised her gaze to look at the nanar with a face as if thinking to answer or not. The head that had been perpendicular to the challenge now lowered slowly in lethargy. Seeing the floor he was stepping on mixed with hatred.
"If you don't shut up! Your doll will be kept forever" my father said.
My sister directly raised her head. "Engga, Dad. I no longer cry," he replied directly in a heavy tone of voice. "Dad don't take my doll," my sister gently pleaded. Stand up and look at my father's room wall.
However, a word my father did not answer could be heard from my hearing standing behind the curtain. I was so sad to see my sister who was still looking at the wall of my father's room with sadness and hope for a reply from behind the wall of the room.
"Dad didn't say anything, sister," my sister complained to me. Stand up and look down miserably right in front of the room curtain.
"Ana, come here first!" I gently called him. Stand up and cover half of this tiny, weak body with the room curtain.
My sister then walked up to me. "Sister, my doll," he whined sadly. Stand with your face in the bend. "My Dottie" he said again, looking down miserably.
I was getting saddened to see my sister who stood sadly before me. "Ana, I'll have to give you your doll back" I said, calming my sister down. Standing in front of him while looking at the child Bp who is still located on the floor.
"But I don't know. When are you returning me again?" regret my sister deeply asked. Walk around turning the body looking towards the open window.
"Eat him, I'll persuade Dad. So that Dad can give it back again" I suggested. Turning around and sitting on the floor looking at the barking child Bp.
Finally, I sat down and saw my Lofyaku, who was ignored by me because of my father's voice calling.
"Sister, now I'm playing what pack at home?" ask my sister confused.
I immediately turned to her who turned her head and tilted her half body looking at me. "Ana, you can play this," I replied with sadness at the sight of my sorry sister.
My sister immediately shook her head with her potent face. "Why not! I prefer to play with dolls" he said firmly. Standing leaning her small body in front of the window.
I also came back sad because I could not be my sister's helper lately. I feel unfair to my sister. Bp's son who is still silent I continue to look at him gently.
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