The Struggle of a Child
Shirt pile
"Yes Dad," I answered, turning.
"Ana, let alone not enter the room, wait for Dad's law first," said my father. Stand glancing at my sister.
With a heavy heart and forced my sister into the room and forget her favorite doll.
"Sister, I don't like it when Dad calls Brother's beloved mother back to this house again" said my sister.
My first footsteps came forward to hear my brother's ramble walking behind me.
"If you're the same father, it's the same" my sister said.
His reflection still filled half the room. "If Big Brother's beloved mother isn't here, it'll be nice" said my sister, pulling the blanket.
This weak little body I also put down to stretch my muscles that have long felt tired due to playing all day.
"Ana, it's the night you go to sleep. I'll hear it later. We are punished again" I said.
"Oh, Brother, just calm down. I won't know" replied my sister. Sok knows.
"But if you hear it all of a sudden, how about it?" my question, glancing at my sister. Followed by this tiny weak body lying down. "We'd better get some sleep" I said.
"Yes, sister" replied my sister. Viewing the room ceiling.
The night was getting late. The wall clock that had sounded clangs was no longer.
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"Liyan," cried my father waking his sleeping eyes.
"L-yes Father," I replied slightly stammered with eyes that were still sleepy.
"Dad see in the corner of Dad's closet there's a pile of clothes" said my father.
The blanket that covered this weak petite body was instantly thrown away. Get down and approach my father.
"What's the matter Dad?" I asked, approaching my father who was sitting in his shoes.
"In the corner of Dad's closet there's a pile of clothes. Is that your shirt?" ask my father, sip a cup of tea.
"No Dad," I said, seeing my father putting a cup on the table.
"If you don't have any of you, then who does?" asked my father astonished. "What is your brother who likes to play?" my father asked me more confused.
My lips kept tightly closed. Standing before my father with a face full of question marks.
"We don't know, Dad," I replied.
"Do you have your mother?" asked my father, looking at me sharply mixed with question marks.
My mind started to remember about last night. Before we left, no suspicious strange signs were seen.
"I don't know Dad either" I said, still confused. "But Mom left last night she didn't tell Dad that she put clothes in there" I continued, looking at the room curtains.
"Freely Dad asked you. Whatever I ask you all don't know," I'm sorry my father wasted too long. "Then I go to work first, yes!" dad said.
"Yes, Dad" I replied.
"Say your sister don't go out of the house. If you want to play. Just play inside the house" said my father, closing the door. "The door lock is strong from inside Liyan. Later if someone calls do not open the door," said my father.
"Yes, Dad," I said, peeping my father away from behind the door.
The wooden bench that my father used to sit and eat was dragged as slow as possible to close the door.
"Sister!" call brother. "Why brother?" ask my sister, open the curtains.
I was surprised. "So, no more scolding the door," I explained, descending and dragging the bench back.
"Who told you, brother?" ask sister.
"Dad," I answered directly.
"That means you're gone ?" asked my sister surprised.
"Yes, already," I answered, looking at my sullen sister.
"Why didn't you build me?" ask my sister.
"Dad was in a hurry," I replied, seeing my sister's face turn a little sour.
"Oh, you must be lying again" my sister said. Sitting on the floor.
"Sister, don't lie, brother," I said.
"So, you said Brother today was lying" I said. Sitting next to my sister too.
He just kept quiet while looking at the window. "If Dad had left. Why is the window open, brother?" ask my sister confused.
I was a little surprised to see him. "Maybe I feel sorry to see us, brother," I replied. Get up and tiptoe looking out the tall window.
"Haha!" My sister laughed amusedly at my absurdly ridiculous behavior. "Why is jinjit?" ask sister.
"Let's see out" I replied, turning around to see my sister laughing.
"I can't, I can't" he said.
"Why?" tanya did not accept with the ridicule of my sister.
"Who, 'is the height of the window from Brother, hahaha!" my sister laughed as she approached the kitchen.
The spirit that had been so strong and high in confidence wanted to look out to be down because of the words of my sister who came out just like that.
"You're mocking Brother, yes," I said, looking at my sister who was drinking water.
"Who's mocking Brother?" my sister asked me a question.
"What was that?" I said ask him a question back.
"Sister, don't be mad at me! I was afraid," said my sister, sipping some water.
"Who's angry with you, brother?" I panicked after hearing it.
"That was just 'Brother was angry with me, '" replied my sister without turning her head a bit from the mouth of the glass.
I got even more clueless after hearing my sister's words she just said.
"Engga, Brother. Brother is not angry with you" I gently explained.
My little brother's body was immediately turned right opposite me. Her cute face was still immersed in the mouth of the glass.
"Ana, she must be angry?!" I murmured slowly, seeing my own annoyed sister in the kitchen.
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A glass was placed on the bench. "Sister, the drinking water is cold" said my sister.
I was suddenly surprised to see it. My sister whose daily habits are always like that makes me careless.
"But why are you finished too?" my many. Walking over to my sister whose face was a little shocked.
"I'm thirsty and want to drink, brother," replied my sister, pretending to look down a little lethargic.
A little bit of my sister was very good at tricking me into panicking and worrying.
"But Brother is not really a drinker" I said.
"So, what's Brother?" ask my sister to know.
"So I want to play outside" I said looking at the open window.
"Sister, don't try to get out! Brother's sick," said my sister, widening both of her eyeballs.
My spirit instantly dimmed and lowered my head looking at both ends of my weak legs.
"But Brother wants to play" I said looking up at the blue sky.
"If you're healthy, don't papa. We're out playing. But it's not, '" my sister said.
Instantly, I closed my lips tightly while leaning against our small table.
"Sister don't make me punished, brother. I'm lazy if I have to be punished again" my brother explained with emphasis.
"Sister, you will not be punished again" I said in a regretful voice. "Ana, why is there a pile of clothes in Dad's room?" my many.
"I don't know, sister" replied my sister lightly.
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