The Struggle of a Child
My dad's in shock
"It's not like that, Dik," I said, twisting the body and coming out.
Jeglek !
The door is open. These footsteps stopped immediately. My face immediately turned pale looking at the suddenly bright door.
"Dad," I murmured softly, looking at the door.
"Assynolajet. What's Dad's son again?" ask my father sumringah.
"Wa'alaikumussalam Father. We're waiting for Dad to come home" replied my brother immediately running after my father.
"Haha!" My sister laughed softly and was very happy to welcome him. "Dad, we've been home a long time" said my sister, hugging my father.
" 'And Dad is home now" replied my father. Stand up and look at my sister.
"But, Dad a long time ago," said my sister, looking at my father who was taller than her.
"Son, I'm going to make some more money. For your snacks," said my father, hugging my sister.
My feet came straight to my father. "Dad, we were scared here" I said. Stand behind my sister.
Then my father raised his head to look at me. Shut up and take a breath. "Son, but the door was told to lock" said my father, looking at me standing behind my sister.
My mouth was tightly closed. No courage yet to tell my father.
"Dad, it's the night. Father today came home a long time ago," my sister regretted with her pouting face.
While surprised, my father immediately turned his head slightly grimacing looking outside the door. "Dad, look outside still bright," replied my father.
"But inside no, Dad," I said, following my father out the door.
My father's body immediately fell crouching. "Son, I'm sorry, Dad, yeah. If you come home long ago," my father regretted. Sitting on my sister's face complaining sadly. "But, now I'm home. So, you two have nothing to fear" said my father, stroking my sister's head and waving a hand calling me over.
"Dad, I'm afraid that you're not home" replied my sister, draped in my father's arms, turning my father's hand.
I immediately leaned back in the closet. The eyes that met the eyes of my sister immediately fell languidly mixed with sadness.
"Son, But there will be your brother" my father explained. Staring at my sister.
My sister would like to laugh to hear that. "Well, that brother is a coward. Where could Brother Dad have told you?!" my sister continued, leaning in my father's arms.
"But it's not that they're both spooky" said my father teasing my chatty sister. Wake up and walk away leaving us both. "Liyan, did your mother come home?" my father suddenly stopped and turned his head back. Staring with a troubled face.
We both met face to face. My sister is so very calm. She was completely invisible, like my anxious and panicked self.
"Liyan, is your mother home?" asked my father to repeat it again, turning his body staring straight at us both with full marks.
"Dad, the house is dark," said my sister cutting off my father's conversation.
"Yes son, I'll turn it on," welcome my father to walk fetch the lamp.
The lights were installed by my father. "Hihihi, it's finally light, brother," said my sister approaching my father with a happy laugh.
"If you don't come home, maybe we're dark, Dad," I complained with a sad face.
"But Liyan, Father's question has not been answered, yet" said my father. Staring with a hopeful face.
"Dad, Mother is gone," I replied, looking down with fear.
The deg!
My heart went limp after saying it to my father. Instantly the gaze of both eyes looked down full of regret.
"Where to go, son?" Asked my father curiously, releasing the lights and turning the body mixed in surprise.
"Did your mother say where she wanted to go?" ask dad.
I then shook my head. "That's Dad," I replied slowly and looked at my surprised father.
"Dad's still got us," my sister immediately cut off my father's conversation.
"Yes, I still have you" continued my father, hugging us both.
"We won't leave Dad," I said, seeing my father's fingers hugging tightly.
"Yes Dad until any time, Dad will be both of us, Dad" my sister said, looking at my father with pity.
"Thank you, son!" said my father immediately replied to him.
The three of us embraced each other. "Dad, now you don't have to be sad" I pleaded.
"Yes Nak! I won't be able to leave you two alone for long" my father said sadly.
This twilight makes me and my sister sad. "Dad," called my sister softly, twisting my father's face from before me by reflex. "I'm hungry" said my sister, begging for hope.
My father's hugging reflex came off immediately and I immediately leaned away against the wall of the closet.
"Well, son, I'll cook you now your food" said my father happily.
"Let's cook our dad!" take my sister. Walk backwards holding my father's hand.
It was so sad to see him. My sister doesn't like it when my dad loves me. Standing alone is what I can do.
"Liyan, here with your sister," said my father, calling with his gaze.
"Yes, come here!" call my sister to wave her hand.
I raised my head straight and looked straight ahead at my father and sister. " Yes, Dad" I replied. Walk into the kitchen.
"Sister, sit here!" exclaimed my sister, putting down a small stool. "I want to see Dad cook," he continued running with his fat voice.
The bench that was already located in the corner of the wall was forced to sit dumbstruck and surprised to see my brother who ran to take the bench from outside.
"Dad, I want to see Dad," said my sister begging, putting down a stool and standing up.
"Ana, it's late so don't bother Dad. Let's get you guys a quick bite to eat," my dad said.
"That's okay, Dad," my sister replied directly. Standing on a table higher than his.
"Son, sit there with your brother!" my father shouted, pointing at me.
"Dad, but I want to see Dad cook," my sister whined back.
My reflexes also invalidated it. " Sister wants to see Dad cook, too" I connected from behind.
"Engga! Brother can't. You sit there!" my sister continued firmly. Brother is sick," he said plainly, covering the empty space.
"Let Brother recover quickly," I replied lightly.
My sister's head reflexively turned to look at me. " Sister, let me. You sit there!" said my sister back, mendelik mixed.
"You two, always fighting. You've said many times don't fight!" reprimand my father firmly, putting down the knife for a moment.
Our gazes immediately lowered and locked our mouths tightly. Sitting sculpting. My brother who was standing now dragged the bench away from my father.
Another case with me who laughed a little ignorant to see my brother who was suddenly silent. This increasingly follows the footsteps of his walking carrying stool.
"I'm sitting next to you, yeah!" he asked me for permission.
It's funny to see him suddenly forget my father's anger. "Sister, you don't want to see me cook?" ask sister.
"Well, Daddy will be angry" I whispered in my sister's ear.
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