The Struggle of a Child
Debate with my sister
"Yes already. Watch brother! Nobody play out!" hope my father begged. Get up and stand in front of the door for a little while.
I immediately floated a glance at the curtains of the room that slightly opened and saw both eyeballs peering out from behind the curtain.
"Liyan, you go first" call my father.
"Yes Dad," I immediately turned my head to look at the voice calling my name.
My father took a step forward and pulled the door. "The door's not the key, Dad" said my father. "The key from the inside is strong, son!" my father pleaded.
I immediately went to the door. "Yes, Dad" I replied.
"Nobody's out!" forbid my father strictly, looking from the door slit that would be tightly closed.
"Yes Dad," I said holding the door lock and locking it firmly.
Ducky!
The door was locked tightly. It's time to roll back the steps to the table right where the medicine was stored by my father.
"Ana, I'm taking medicine first !" I said to my sister.
"Sister, don't forget to drink!" ledek my sister from behind the curtain.
I looked right at the source of my sister's voice. "So don't know, either" I said, taking a glass.
Even the weak legs I dragged limping into the kitchen filling up a drink. The medicine my father had prepared on the table I now held while filling the drinking water.
"Sister, the cure is no hook?" ask my sister from the door.
"Pait," I replied as I sipped some drinking water.
"Don't spit, yeah!" please my sister in a pleading voice.
Plaque !
I put a glass on the table that was united with the stove table. "Ana, the drinking water stayed a little longer" I said, looking at my sister.
"Father means hurry, brother. Or maybe Dad forgot," my sister replied as if she knew my dad was worried.
I looked directly at my sister. "Yes, I'll think of you again" I said, staring at the straight path with sadness.
Plaque!
My sister just took off the curtains. I looked at him feeling guilty. "Dad!" call me to open the curtains. "Why are you angry again ?" I pretended not to know. Standing up to my sister who was sitting looking at my toy.
"Sister always said that name in front of me" said my brother.
I shut up and took a breath. "Ana, but that's our mother, too" I replied slowly and carefully so that my sister would not immediately get angry and attack me.
My sister immediately raised her gaze to see me standing in front of her. "Sister, but she's not my mother" my sister argued again.
"But Mom's been living with us for a long time" I explained directly, seeing my sister a little anxious.
My sister lowered her head. "But I don't like it, brother," my sister strongly denied. "Because she's not my mother!" said.
I was silent hearing it. The window that opened I looked back expectantly. "Ana, but I'm sorry. He has eaten or not" I said, continuing to see the lush-leaved guava tree.
"Definitely la Kak. Outside 'make a lot of sales, '" my sister replied.
"If you don't have money?" my question is, turning my body to see my sister sitting cross-legged.
My sister frowned looking at me in pias. "Where do I know Brother" said my sister indifferently. "Some of it is big. Must he be working?!" my sister's whistle, looking at me sharply mixed.
I turned my body back down afraid to see it. "But where did you sleep?" much worry. Standing staring at the still green water guava.
"Sister always remembers! And my sister asks about him every day. If he wants to go home, he's coming, brother?!" my sister is back. "Lagian' is he's not dear to us. He always scolds us. Punish us," my sister grumbled.
"Allah. She is not our mother either. And he's evil too. The proof is that my friend's mother never punished them. Especially if his father is punishing. His mother must have defended them" said my brother.
I also fell silent to hear it. "Ana, maybe we're very naughty. That's why I don't want to defend us," I said a little in defense of my mother.
"The name is small. What a naughty same my friend. Who likes to mukulin children and likes to snatch pocket money," continued my brother.
I closed my lips tightly again to hear the ravings of my brother who bertubi justifies himself.
"Ana, it means your friend's mother doesn't love her, '" I said. Turning a little head looking at my sister.
My sister sat down and held my Lofya. "Where do you know? Brother not home with her?" ask sister. Take Lofya and set her up at the door.
"You know from where you know. If his mother defended him?" aska I want to know.
"He!" replied my sister directly.
"Surely he lied?!" I said. Turning back the head looking out.
"I don't want her brother to be with me anymore, huh!" my sister said grunt annoyed.
Puk ! Throwing a small object at me.
"Augh!" surprised scream. "Dad!" I shouted in annoyance, turning this little bit of weak body towards him. " 'You are sick !" I said pissed.
My sister immediately grinned. "Sister, don't tell me to get close to him. Especially remembering!" said sister.
"But if you hear it. You must be in Ana's law?!" I said, looking at my brother who was furious to hear it.
"That's why I don't like them. Because of her, my father doesn't love me anymore!" he said, looking straight ahead at the curtain with a face that wanted to cry. "When Dad never scolded me" he said.
I am so sad and moody. "Sir, I love you too. Dad never scolded you" I said to calm my sister down.
My sister was so pias after hearing it. "Sister, I know that brother lied. So I don't cry, do I?" my sister asked.
"Ana, I've never been angry with you. The father may have forgotten that the one in the law was not you," I replied, looking at my sister who was quite scary today.
"Allah. Brother always defends," offended my sister.
I instantly dropped my weak petite body sitting on the bed. "Defend who?" manyu astonished.
"Defend that Brother's beloved mother, be it!" replied my sister ketus.
I was confused to hear it. "Son never stood up for Mom," I said looking down lethargic.
"Sister often defended him just like Dad always followed his orders" said my sister. "Dad too if it's my beloved Mother Brother punishes us. I just shut up," he continued.
"Sir, maybe it's true according to Dad. That's why I'm quiet" I said gently and carefully.
My sister was silent and lowered. "Indeed Dad now don't love me anymore, brother," he said listlessly.
"Dad is dear to you" I said.
"Instantially, now I still think of my beloved Mother, Brother" my sister said, looking down in listlessness.
"Ana, I may feel sorry for you. I don't know if you haven't eaten yet" I said.
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