The Struggle of a Child
Go to Daddy's room
"Why don't you know, brother?" manya.
"Silver the question is strange" said my sister.
"I don't think your clothes," I said, looking at my brother who was wondering to himself.
The glass that my sister used for drinking was left behind and immediately approached me. "Sister, where are his clothes?" ask sister.
"In Dad's room, Daughter," I answered, looking at my father's closed door.
"Sister," call my sister to pull my arm.
"What's wrong?" I was amazed to see my suddenly strange sister.
My sister's steps stopped immediately. "Sister, but who do we want to know?" asked my sister, glancing at me. Next to his arm held my hand.
"But that's Dad's room" I said, looking at my sister.
"So, if Dad's room. Why Sis?" ask sister. Standing at my father's doorstep.
" 'And Dad doesn't like it when our room is ruffled" I said.
"But this brother is different. We're not tinkering with Dad's room" my sister said. "We just want to look at the clothes that you said that was" he continued.
This is how I wouldn't tell my sister because she was so enthusiastic about wanting to know about the clothes. I don't know what to do so I can stop it.
"Ana, we're not going in, yeah" I told my sister.
My sister's face was immediately dumbfounded. "Why don't you come in, brother?" ask sister.
This makes me even more anxious to answer what to remember my brother who was too eager to find out.
"Ana, that's at most just Dad's talk," I said seeing the look on my sister's face that more and more wanted to know her.
"Already Brother! Let's just go in. Don't say anything else," my sister wished with all her curiosity. Mature oafish.
He always acts like an adult. Wanted to know everything he heard.
"Ana," I said looking down lethargicly, looking at my sister who wanted her to be too tall.
His countenance kept begging me not to reject his overly imposing request.
"So, if you ever find out if someone's in her room, how about it?" my many.
"Dad won't know Brother" replied my sister lightly.
My weak little body was getting shrieked inside looking at my stubborn sister. "Dad knows, Daughter! Because Dad's knowledge is sharp, sister," I said with confidence.
My sister immediately absorbed what I said. He was worried whether he would come in or not. However, he did not want to go straight from the front door of the room.
"Sister, that's if you see there's stuff scattered and moved," my sister said back.
"How do you mean?" my many.
"This brother, we're not going to break into Dad's room" my sister said.
It was free to talk at length to my sister who never wanted to hear a single word.
"Come Brother! I want to know whose shirt is that?" urge my sister, raise a question against me.
My brother is very difficult to control. If he's interested in something as much as possible he should get it.
"Do you know whose clothes it is?" brother says. Tutoring.
A little I became curious and wanted to know who the clothes were.
"But, Brother Sister does not dare. Especially if you know. Dad will punish us, for sure" I said.
"Engga Brother. I won't know" said my sister, stepping forward a little.
Doubt still enveloped this move to follow my brother's enthusiastic will.
"When you know how?" ask me to repeat it again, glancing at my sister who is still insistent.
"Sister don't be afraid. You're gone, '" said my sister, seeing my brother insist.
Jeglek !
Our father's bedroom door was opened and went straight into the room to see the clothes my father had seen earlier.
"Where's his shirt?" ask my sister, look around.
"Where's Dad saying, brother?" ask my sister curious.
"Near the closet" I replied.
We were both busy finding out about the dress. All corners we checked carefully so that Dad would not know that we had entered his room.
"Ana, if you know. We must be punished," I said no, seeing my sister.
"Sister don't be mad at me" said my sister. 'I'm not wrong" he continued.
We both looked for him until we met. "Sister, did Dad say that he had a lot of clothes?" ask my sister to know.
"No! Dad didn't say he had a lot of clothes or not" I replied, following my sister from behind.
"Why don't you ask, Brother?" ask my sister, look at all the angles.
"Sister does not dare. Later if Dad punishes Brother how?" my question, look at the other corner.
" 'And if punished 'will be good, brother," added my sister lightly, turning a little head looking at me.
"Where's the boy from?" I asked, looking at my sister who spoke at will.
"Let's go out and play" my sister said expectantly. "Sister, I'm bored at home. Every day at home" he lamented. "I would like to go out too" he continued. Standing in front of our dad's closet door.
"Ana, you think Dad will love you out to play, hahaha!" my ledek laughed at my sister.
"It's okay, brother! What matters is we'll be out for a minute!" my sister looked out the window of our father's room.
"That's Ana! Maybe we are big. That's why Dad didn't give us a ride out" welcome me, seeing my sister's footsteps shift elsewhere.
"The brother is big. If I haven't," said my sister, looking at me with a huff.
The pile of clothes we keep looking from all sides of the room that we can explore.
"Eat him, I don't love you the more you come out" I said.
"Why Brother?" asked my sister, holding a plastic package.
"Because you're a kid, brother. You'll wander again" I explained, looking at the door.
Puk!
Puk!
Puk!
My sister also threw something away with her prank. "Sister, what is this?" ask my sister, reach into the corner of the closet deep into and close to the bed.
"What, Sister?" my question, approaching.
"Sister, it's like a shirt" my sister said, looking at him.
"Ana, no! Don't continue anymore. Then Dad suddenly came home," I said frantically, pulling my sister's arm.
"No need to be afraid" said my sister, shaking my hand. "Sister, I want to see that first," said my sister, pointing at the doll that was lying on top of the closet.
"Haha! That's nothing to look at, Ana. It's Dad's, "my lead, laughing at my sister who's pretending to divert everything.
"Who would take it?" my sister asked me a question.
"That was!" I said, looking at my sister who blushed in shame.
"So which one is Sis?" ask my sister, pretending not to know.
Seeing my sister acting strangely like this made me massage my forehead even more. His curiosity is incredible.
"Ana, what time is it? Let's get out now before Dad gets home" I urged, walk to the door and look out.
"Patience first Brother! I still want to see my Dottie. I haven't seen him in a long time" he said.
"We'll see it tomorrow again, yeah!" persuade me gently.
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