The Struggle of a Child
Night Day Part 3
After I finished teaching and arranged everything neatly into place. Even the curfew, passed slowly.The breezy wind of night blows cold to my tiny body. Penetrating my tiny skin came through the doors and tiny cracks of our house's plank walls.
The gripping night made me race with my next activity.The dinner that had been completed also made me hurry up quickly put my dirty dishes and clean up my dropped food marks on the floor.
While from the kitchen I saw my mother connecting and my father sitting together enjoying the dish in front of them.With full wisdom they enjoyed it quietly.
It wasn't long before I sat down to clean up my food. Hearing their laughter from behind me.I who was silent now moved to put a dirty plate where he walked by taking my eyes off them.
The dirty dishes neatly arranged in his place I saw so much. I, too, arranged my plate in that place neatly.
The kitchen room that had been seen the two of them eating quietly was now moving. Our mother went into the room after she cleaned her hands. Meanwhile, my father headed for my sister who was sitting on the chair that my father used to eat.
My father stopped when he saw me coming out of the kitchen.
"Liyan! After this you and your sister go straight to sleep because your sister wants to go to school tomorrow."My father said firmly.
"It's 'Dad." I answered my father.
My father, too, turned his body back to my brother who sat in his dining chair. Meanwhile, I who was standing next to my father listened to everything my father said to me. Silently I stared at my father occasionally trying to raise my head.
"Yes, stop!" My father said while swinging his hand as a gesture. I can leave it and go into my room.
While behind me. While walking there was the sweet spoiled voice of my sister again talking to my father. After, a few minutes I went by from them.
"Dad, Ana slept with Dad again, yeah!" My sister said to my father with her potent seduction. I who was walking towards the room heard it from behind me.
With my father's emphasis."For tonight. Daddy's son sleeps with brother, yes!" My father said to my sister who I heard from behind me.
"Liyan."Shouted my father slowly, Hearing my father's call, I stopped my steps turning my body to look at my father.
"Dad, Dad." I too, walked quickly to my father.
My father looked at me." Tonight your sister sleeps with you. Wake him up tomorrow morning!" My father said with his back to me while cleaning the dining table that was scattered because of my brother's former meal.
I stood behind my father just silently hearing what my father said. Instantly, I turned my face to look at my sister who was standing close to my father. With her face that doesn't seem to sleep with me.
I saw my brother spinning where my father was moving he must have come along. He was so heavy he took his hands off my father. And holding my father's hand tightly as if, he wouldn't be let go by my father. Meanwhile, I'm still standing to hear mom keep us cleaning the bed.
I also ventured to speak to my father.
"Dad I slept first, yeah!" Raising my head, who had looked down for a moment, saw my father.
"Yes."Said my dad who was still tidying the table. There's still some of my sister's school equipment strewn across the table.
I was still standing for a while waiting for my sister.However, she who was fussy still did not want to let go of her grasp from my father.
My father, too, immediately shut up and saw my brother whining with a face of pity. My father was silent after seeing my sister's sad face. He immediately turned his eyes to the table. I kept walking to see it from the tail of my eyes.
"Dad I slept first, yeah!" I said the same word to my father. Stop turning my head slightly to face my father.
"Yes."My father said firmly."Wait!" I stopped my steps too."Please, put your sister's dirty dishes in the kitchen!" I turned around to look at my father and took the plate my father gave me.
"Good, Daddy!" Taking the plate from my father's hand walked into the kitchen room putting the dirty dishes.
After I put down the dirty dishes, I went straight to the room to sleep. While walking I looked from the tail of my eyes. My father still seems confused about my brother. Meanwhile, my sister still continues to sit attached to my father.
Silently speaking a thousand languages. I stepped into the room and left the two of them, Father and my sister.
The night is getting late. The wall clock kept turning at will. The clang, too, continued to sound loudly pointing at the increasingly late hit. My tired eyes because of sleepiness and my body that has been trembling makes me want to sleep immediately.
Tonight is the night I have to sleep with my spoiled, puffy sister.
I who walked continued to enter the room did not hear the noise of our aunt who cleaned my father's bedroom bed.
Meanwhile, I heard from the room.My sister's voice was still fun to invite my father to play. I who had entered and climbed into bed heard those in the guest room so noisy. I, too, broke down and pulled the blanket.Not so long from the room I heard my father singing. In the room I tried to close my eyes to hear a song coming out of my father's mouth. It was a song that she used to sing when, swinging my sister, in case she slept on it!
"Father tomorrow Ana will go to school."My sister said."Who's taking Ana to school tomorrow morning Dad."From inside the room I still heard the conversation between the two of them. With the voice of my spoiled sister he expressed his heart to my father.
"Ana, you're going to school tomorrow with your sister!" Said My Dad.
"That's what you want for Dad."My sister said annoyed."Ana wants to be delivered to me tomorrow." My sister said protest.
"Ana, why don't you go with your sister? Your brother went to school and no one took you." Said My Dad.
"mm! Ana doesn't want Dad. Ana wants to be ushered in with Dad tomorrow. If you don't want to take Ana, she's already. Ana's not going to school tomorrow!" My sister said in a crashing voice.
From inside the room with already weakened eyes I heard the two of them constantly arguing. Not long after I opened my eyes again. Trying to raise my hearing. It's just the silence I hear. Those who had been arguing were now silent and silent.There was no sound at all. Only the sound of the swing rope rubbing could be heard in my ears.
My mother's voice was connected to me, there was no sound at all.So, also with my father. He just kept quiet. There was only the sound of friction on his feet on the floor and the occasional coughing sound.
Meanwhile, the sound of the wall clock still continues to fuss with its rotation.
I who was on the bed was still staring straight at the wall of my room vaguely. I stared into my faint vision. No other, I saw my school bag hanging.
In my heart I kept counting the number of nails stuck in the walls of my room.Paku that I often use to hang bags, my school clothes and my daily clothes.
While outside my room. I still hear my father singing in such a slow voice but still sounding in my ears.
Seriate....