The Struggle of a Child
Revenge my sister
I was frustrated to hear it. Bp's son neatly arranged in front of my eyes immediately I arranged without rest.
"Remember ya! Don't make it again like gini, understand !" he said with a spicy.
"Yes Ma'am," I replied nervously as I neatly arranged the toys.
"Sound Liyan! Remember that brother of yours! Don't you dare touch Mom's stuff!" I told you to keep us up hard.
"Yes, ma'am" I answered slowly.
"I don't know what else he's playing?!" sorry mom connected us. Go disappear.
"Sister," called my sister in a soft tone of voice mixed with fear.
I glanced at his feet. "Eat, Sister. Don't like to take anyone's stuff. Not good," I said. Putting together toys that were strewn about nowhere my sister made them.
My sister immediately lowered her head. "Sister, if you don't hold back my doll. I definitely didn't take that?!" she continued innocently, showing her adorable cute face.
I who glanced at him at a glance directly lowered my head back. "Ana, but it's not for your toys!" I said raising my head to catch a glimpse of my sister by dragging her legs and this tiny, weak body squatted a bit in search of toys that were still strewn about.
"I know Brother. But I like to play it," my sister continued.
Huh!
For a moment I stopped breathing . "Ana, don't like to play weird! My sister will be scared" I said in a panic.
My sister pulled my shirt from behind. "Sister, whose sister is afraid ?" ask my sister back with her prank.
"Augh!" My screams and the fall instantly slammed onto the floor. "Don't, Ana, it's sick!" I screamed while looking at my shirt.
"Sister's clothes are not torn," said my sister. "I also know, if your clothes will be torn, your beloved mother must be angry again and say, if the money abis buy clothes Brother continues!" her lips attract hatred.
"Yes, but don't pull clothes" I said.
"Where might I not pull Brother's shirt. Brother said Kaka was scared," my sister's dream. "Surely Brother is afraid of me, right?! Elaaah, come on!" seductive my ignorant sister.
"Ana, no! Help this new brother," ask me. Dragging this tiny weak body again looking for all the toys.
"No! I'm lazy!" push my sister straight away from me. "So, brother is afraid of me" he continued.
"Sister is not afraid of you" I said. Crouching dragging this tiny body while quoting my scattered toys.
"Allah. A lie! my sister's look is turning her back on me.
"Engga, brother," I said softly. Humped down while looking for toys.
"Liyan, what did your father say?" asked the mother to suddenly stand up and open the curtain.
I'm appalled. "There, ma'am," I answered, turning this tiny, weak body staring back at him.
"So your dad didn't say anything?" ask mom to reconnect. Stand behind the curtains.
"Well, ma'am," I answered slowly, dropping my head at the toy I picked up.
"angry? Is your father angry?" ask mommy to keep us curious again.
I immediately turned my eyes to see it. "Well, ma'am" I replied calmly.
Right now the sister who was sitting behind me still remained silent and silent. The toy that was stuck in the corner of the bed was taken and I kept it in its place.
"Is your father not angry at all?" ask mom to connect us. "If it's true, it's all good" he said. Turning his body and releasing the curtains of the room door he was holding.
I looked back at him who was figuring it all out. "Ana, are you quiet?" my mother asked my sister.
"Yes Brother. Brother's beloved mother does like to scold us," said my sister sadly.
Slowly I turned my body. "Sir, maybe I'm tired" I said, looking at my sister while holding my son Bp.
"Who told him to leave? It's a long time back!" my sister's sorry to hear it. "But Brother, why did Brother's beloved mother come back again?" her question was astonished and disliked.
"Where do you know," I replied dumbfounded. Sit down to arrange the boxes of my used toys neatly.
My sister brought her face a little closer to me. "Ana," I said, keeping his face away from me.
The boxes are neatly arranged. "Why did you force Brother to know?" many objection.
"Because of that, right, his beloved mother Brother. So you want you to know everything" said my sister lightly.
"There are you, brother! You want to make Brother scold Dad," I held my voice back so as not to sound out.
"Sister, I can't punish Brother" said my sister. "Because now, is it, Father's beloved Son's Brother," he continued, staring fixedly.
The two Netra were shocked and looked at him. "Where do you know? Brother's favorite son is Dad?" I asked curiously, staring at the look in my sister's eyes that were starting to drift away.
"So, brother" he replied a little disappointed. Turn the seat back.
Now Bp children's toys have been neatly arranged in the corner of the room wall. "Because you're the one that Dad punished?" I turned to my sister, taking a quick glance at her.
Now he's silent as if my words were about him. Sit and back me.
"Maybe you know," I said, wanting to make my sister aware.
"You why ?" asked my sister, her reflexes twisting her body instantly.
"You know... ." I hang my talk while looking at my sister with a funny face mixed with ignorant.
My sister pulled the blanket out of bed. "You what?" ask my sister to challenge. Hold a wide blanket.
"Look, if... ." I went back to silence.
"If I'm naughty, it's sister!" my sister cut my conversation.
My cheeky face was starting to tease my sister to make me upset and embarrassed. "Gum!" I'm holding back the laughter.
"Betaka!" my brother shouted as he lifted the blanket he took, covering my face. "Son mocking me huh, haaa!" he shouted while smothering my face with a cloth with all his might.
"Ana, you're the smallest. So, don't try to fight ya!" my screams from inside the cloth.
"First brother who mocked me, right," my sister continued in her cute, powerful voice.
Plaque!
Baugh !
My sister fell down and was shocked. "Aahaha !" My laughter broke to see my sister gawking.
"Sir, my back hurts!" my sister screams with her cute and sullen face. Gently stroked his back while he was in pain.
"It's still slow Ana. If you push hard, you'll cry" I defended myself.
My sister's face grew sullen and stifling. "Nobody is evil !" he shouted with a spoiled voice.
"Eh, nothing bad, yeah!" I argue, mocked my sister with a naughty face mixed with jokes.
Push it!
The blanket cloth was immediately thrown roughly onto the bed. "Sister, my back," whined my brother spoiled.
"Thank you!" I argue, turn around sitting looking at the used boxes scattered. " 'And the box became a peot, Dik," I lamented, seeing the box that was wedged.
"It was wrong Brother. Not salahku. Eat it, don't tell me I'm naughty" my sister's whistle won't take.
"But why did you get it into this box?" I regret asking lirih.
"Who returned it to my box?" my sister replied asking me.
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