The Struggle of a Child
Look at the closet
"We can definitely put it up" said my sister. Greatest dude.
"Haha!" I was content to hear my brother's bullshit. "After we plug in, keep our lights what-in?" my question sounded silly, seeing my brother who was careless to hear.
"Sister, if we put it up, we'll let the genie out," my sister replied sillyly as well, looking at me.
We who had been in the room were silent and did not speak any more. The silent faces between the two of us grew even more silent.
"Sister, look at this box getting peot," said my sister happily floating before me.
Spontaneously I immediately dragged the legs that were half-shribbed toward my brother who was always berjahili.
"Ana, it's gonna be broken!" sad scream. Look at the increasingly peot box with teary eyes.
Brak!
My little brother's hand turned my body slowly and looked up at me because he was smaller than me. "Snake boy, huh?" asked my sister astonished mixed with regret.
I really don't want to turn my body around to see my attractive sister with her little hands. The box that was getting peot I looked at with tears dripping on the box.
"Sister, I'm sorry" said my sister looking on sadly. He dropped his little body on the floor. "If I've ruined it, tomorrow I'll find a new box, brother, yes!" persuade my sister to gently grope. Showing his face a little scared.
Tears fell more and more and more and I put the peot box on top of a nice pile of boxes. "Ana, Mom's gone!" I said sadly mixed with tears, looking up at the curtain.
"So why, brother?" ask my sister to be sad.
"Who are we? It's going to be the night" I asked. Walk in front of the window.
It seems that my sister is sad to be standing behind me. The window that was still open continued to accompany our minutes today.
"Later that night, who are we?" I mumbled, looking at the dried leaves.
"Sister, I'm definitely going home?!" my sister said to give me an answer.
"When is it long?" my question is, turning around to see my sad little sister.
My sister's mind seemed to be thinking about it while moving her little legs. He sat down and looked at me.
"We're both, brother," said my sister, tidying up the box that was neat.
"But Brother is afraid, Dik," I said complaining, looking at my sister's hand touching the box.
"So don't be afraid, there will be me" said my sister cheering, putting her hands on the box.
For a moment I felt overwhelmed to hear my grown sister. The more days he gets wiser, pretentious and more chatty, I thought. I'm glad to see it.
"Yes, I know, Brother. But what about that?" I asked, glancing towards the top door of the room.
The toy my sister played with fell down slowly. "So don't be afraid! 'I told you there was me, brother," replied my sister, nyerocos, seeing me still standing.
"You're a kid. How could you possibly?!" triviality says. Rotating body look out.
"Sister," call my sister to pull my shirt from behind.
I looked straight back. "What's wrong?" I asked, looking at my sad sister.
"Sister, we'll both be the ones with the lights" said my sister, looking at me who was taller than her. Not taking my shirt off.
So glad I heard it and saw it. "You want to?" I ask sumringah, looking at my sister.
My sister sumringah. "Mau Brother. The lights are high. How could you be alone," my sister said, looking at me.
Hearing it I was immediately pleased. "Yes, Brother. You want?" many happy. Standing looking at my pouting sullen sister.
"Eems. I wanna. Let Brother not tired," said my sister seriously.
My cute face was immediately thrilled to hear it. "Silent brother, sister. If I like it," I'm happy.
For a moment my sister was silent and saw the cloth we both folded. "What do we mean, brother?" ask my sister astonished.
Both balls of my eyes widened to the left side looking at it. "About Mother, Dik," I replied wistfully, looking at the cloth we were ready to fold.
"Sister, why remember?" ask my sister.
Even the folded fabric, we put it on the bed. "Because of her Our mother, Daughter," I answered looking down lethargicly, looking at the leg.
"Engga! That's not my mom. It's just his mother's brother" my sister argued. Walk open a little curtain.
I sounded really sad when I heard my sister's rebuttal so many times. "Ana, but I'm taking care of us" I said. Standing up and looking at my sister.
As soon as heard. "Sister, I only have a father" said my sullen-faced sister with a frown.
Both eyes immediately looked down languidly. "Not knowing, Sister. If you only love me, Dad," I said, looking at the tip of the foot.
My little sister's body immediately stepped out leaving me. "Sister, I just love you Dad. Not another one" said my sister from the outside.
Weak legs were immediately dragged to see my sister who came out. "Ana, if Dad's gonna be the one, who's the one who's the lamp we said what?" I asked, looking at my sister who kept walking without looking at her one bit.
"Say us, brother," replied my sister directly. Walked into my father's room.
Surprised and surprised, I approached him. These weak limbs I slowly dragged him to look at him standing in front of my father's closet.
"Ana, what did you see?" my question, look at my sister.
"I saw it Brother," replied my sister, turning her head to me.
Her cute face that was spoiled immediately I stared at it in such a way. "Ana, I will definitely give it to you?!" saku sayu. Standing in front of the window.
"I don't know Sis" she replied sadly.
I also quietly lowered. How not? My sister was so sad that my father held her toy.
"Dad won't be long enough to put that in there!" I said, take away my sister's sadness so she doesn't think about it every day.
"But my Dottie sister, must be dirty," he groaned, looking up at the closet.
"If it's dirty we change the clothes," I said slowly, a step inside.
My sister looked directly at both feet. "Sister, I don't want to love him" my sister said sure.
Immediately I kept silent to what he said. There is a point in what he is saying too.
The house that was only the two of us was still silent without a sound of screeching. "Sister, if you don't give it back, I'll have no friends anymore" he said softly, looking at the cupboard and me with his eyes.
"Aren't you sure Dad will give it back to you?!" my continue.
"I can't believe it, brother. The proof is that Dad is quiet" my sister continued. Stand up and be sad to see his toys lying on top of the closet.
"Because Dad's busy again" I replied lightly.
"Sister knows," my sister chimps, grinning.
"A yes, Brother. Dad was in a hurry to get to work" I said, looking at my careless sister.
Highlight his eyes immediately stared at with a blank stare mixed in. "So big brother said it was like that" my sister continued.
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