The Struggle of a Child
Dad's nagging while cooking.
My sister's face immediately bent. "Sister right," my sister replied to see my father. "Dad scolded me, Brother," said my sister again complaining.
It was very sad to hear when my sister's voice was so soft. Maybe all this time he's been hoping for more if my dad won't be upset.
"Sister, surely my Dottie is not loved, Dad?!" my sister said slowly, glancing out the kitchen door.
"Definitely loved. Where might not?! Knock an ugly toy, "my cuttings are crisp, look at my sister's hair that's behind me.
He immediately spontaneously twisted the body. "Sister said my toy was ugly" said my sister, staring furiously.
Gluey!
The face that was happy to say it immediately suddenly remained silent. Glancing at my brother who turned sour looked at me.
"Sister, you always make fun of my dolls like that!"
I felt ashamed to mix up. Both eyes slowly I looked at the heel of my father's foot that was still standing cutting the ingredients.
"Sister, that's my favorite toy and the only one who bought it was Dad," said my sister softly, looking at my ignorant face.
"Liyan, Ana, that toy I'll keep until you can throw it away" said my father from the front. Stand up and look at the food.
The deg!
My brother immediately stood up to my father and pulled his shirt.
"Dad, why are my toys on hold?" my sister said, looking at my father's shirt he pulled.
"That's because you guys fight a lot" my father replied while cooking the food.
My sister's head immediately turned to look at me. "But Dad... ." My sister was silent. "Nobody was not arrested" he said.
"What's Nak?" asked my father to stop his fritters for a moment, surprised and turned to me.
My sister's gaze was so fixed looking at me who was mixed in panic. "Sister is a good boy, huh, Dad?" asked my sister, looking at my father gently.
"You are both good boys, really," my father continued, turning his body back to see the fried food in the cauldron.
"If we were good boys, Dad. Then why is my doll just in Dad's custody?" ask my sister to know. Walking sideways on tiptoes wanted to see the one in the fry inside the cauldron.
"Ana, get away from Dad, you'll get the spark, kid! It's hot," my father continued, taking a step to pull my brother's arm back. "And sit here! Near Brother!" tell my father to point to his stool. "Don't bother Dad. Bair Daddy's ready, son!" he said, turning the cooking body back.
My sister's cute face immediately pouted sitting beside me. Seeing my father's back standing up continued his cooking.
"Sister," called my sister slowly looking at me wistfully. Sitting beside me.
"Yes," I said, turning to my grieving sister sitting opposite me.
"If you're busy, don't bother Dad! Dad will be confused about which one to do," said my father, turning his head to glance back.
We both immediately silently looked at the nanar. Meet face to face while incising a manyun face to see my sister who sat down and see me who sat down too.
"Dad don't like it here long! So, go over there! Let's not make you old dad" said my father bluntly. Walk while putting his cooking in a dish and bowl.
"Sister, the father from earlier repetted," said my sister slowly closing her lips in my ear.
My fear came out immediately to hear the words of my sister who was very surprising. "St! Ana, don't say that" I said, putting my index finger on my pale lips. Followed by eyeballs looking towards my father with a gesture while watching. "Later Dad heard it and we were punished again" I said slowly, looking at my father's back silently as I looked at my father who had walked here and there carrying a bowl filled with empty ones.
His face immediately paled. The open kitchen door was closed by my father. "Don't get used to always fighting. That's not good, son! If you are always like that. You'll get used to it" my father said, staring at us both. "So, when will you guys get this?" tanyakanya. "Next day we fight. There are also fathers you are brave. Especially if there is no father. Must I think you guys are fighting?!" continued.
We were sitting quietly and listening to it all until it was over.
My sister dragged her stool that sat next to me even closer.
A moment to see him I immediately saw my father who was still busy with dinner.
"Everything is ready" said my father happily. "All your favorite foods I've cooked" he continued, hanging the lights.
My sister's sad face immediately blushed happily when she heard it. "Sister, it's ready," he said, shifting his tilted body position.
"That means we can eat, sir," I replied with a sigh.
"Yes, now you can eat" my father continued from the front.
When my sister and I meet each other face to face. "Yes Dad," I answered immediately happily, looking towards the middle door.
"Yes" replied my father. Walk towards the door. "Now get your sister to eat!" yells.
"Yes Dad," I replied, getting up and pulling my sister's long-awaited arm.
Eventually, we both came to the table. "Waaah, Eem, delicious!" my sister said as she took an omelet and kissed it.
"Who do you want?" asked my sister to doubt as if the food my father cooked so much.
I looked at my sister with a puff. "Ana, Dad's cooking is just that!" I said, looking at the plate my sister was holding and picking up the plate that was already available.
"Liyan, Anna! Don't quarrel! That's a lot of food, kid! my father said he was warning.
"Yes Dad," I said directly, seeing my father entering the room.
The omelet was still kissed by my sister. "Mm, yummy," he continued, putting down the omelet and immediately taking the plate.
"Liyan, who did your mother go with?" ask my dad to come back from the room.
The rice spoon stopped. The rice I wanted to take was immediately paled down and answered my father's question. Father himself" I replied.
"Who didn't your mom say you were going with ?" ask my father again less trust.
"That's Dad," I replied directly taking the rice.
My father's voice was no longer heard from the room. My brother and I are busy filling the dishes.
"Sister, where are I drinking?" ask my sister, holding the plate.
"Glass in the kitchen" I answered, pointing towards the middle door.
"Why did you forget?" ask sister. Walk into the kitchen to get a glass . "But where's the drinking water?" ask my sister confused.
"This water, brother! On the table," I said with great emphasis pointing the teapot at the table.
Put the rice on the table and and and walk into the kitchen take a glass. "Father, you can forget, Brother," said my sister in surprise, taking the bench and climbing up to get a glass. "Ana, fall down later Daddy's mad! Ptfff,".I held back a laugh.
"Sister, if I fall, you won't be angry. Because I'm Dad's favorite.
Hearing my sister's babble my ears feel like they're tightly closed. So did I who was suddenly surprised.
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