The Struggle of a Child
Not invited to play
My sister looked down at the wooden window. "But we have Daddy, Brother," greeted my sister directly.
"Yes, but Dad's not home sometimes" I explained.
"His name is Father again working. Dad's going to find more money for my snacks," said my sister.
As long as my father was gone we were just the two of us inside the house and locked ourselves away. According to the orders of our father, we did not have to open the door just to find the wind.
"That's why, at home it's so quiet. And we were both in the house long ago, too" I regretted.
"Sister, don't remember when you're sad to remember us" my sister advised. Mature oafish.
I immediately smiled in amazement at my sister who was increasingly acting like an adult.
"Yes, Brother. But we don't have to be afraid, 'we have a father, '" said my brother. Stand up to see the flower trees lined up next to the walls of the room.
"That's if you come home soon" I said to my sister, following her to see a flower tree.
Our dream house often looks quiet these days. To the point that we both could no longer see the shining morning sun.
"Dad must be home soon, brother?! How could Dad have left us both here for so long" my sister said, staring pus out the window.
I was silent and listened to what my sister had to say. He has been very happy lately to tell me what he wants.
"Although quickly, Brother! But you're never as fast as we want to go home" I said, looking at the leaves flying in the wind.
The two glances of my cute sister's eyes were looking at me sadly. "Sister, but there's still me" said my sister, hugging me tightly.
"Yes, I know. If you still have this Brother Brother Sister," I'll connect, pulling a sweet knotted lip.
My sister and I hugged each other as brothers.
"Sister," said my sister letting go of her embrace and raising her eyes at me.
"Yes, Dik," I said, looking at my sister who looked up.
"Sister, if I come home. What are we gonna say to Dad?" ask my sister to me.
Both my lips pouted. "What do we say to Dad, brother?" aska I want to know.
"That shirt, brother!" cetus.
Mother connected directly suddenly plastered clearly in front of me who went carrying a bag. The face of the meeting that was very happy when he said that he wanted to leave was not yet escaped from my memory.
"Sister," call my sister back.
"Yes," I said.
"What do you think anymore?" ask sister.
I was immediately confused to answer my sister's question. "Mmm, Brother only remembers Mom," I replied slowly and carefully.
My sister's face instantly turned unpleasant and pouted spoiled. "I think Big Brother remembers Dad," my sister regretted, letting go of her embrace. "Sister, the big brother's mother right, it's evil with the big brother," said my sister back.
"But that'll be just a minute, brother," I said.
"Haha! A moment from where, brother?" ask my sister, laugh at me. "His beloved mother Brother, if you're angry, he doesn't want to know we're little kids or not!" toilet brother.
From then on until now my sister still remains the same. He just wants to admit that he only has one parent, that is, just a father.
"Ana, but, Sister. If the bad guys. We can't be evil either" I said.
"I know Brother. But if I'm his favorite mother, that brother. I don't want to!" reject my brother raw. "Mending I don't have to have a mother" he continued.
More and more my sister is becoming a very stubborn child and does not want to take anyone's advice or advice.
"Sir, if I knew you were talking like this. I'll definitely scold you?!" my light, looking at my brother who was still standing looking out.
"Let's go, brother! What matters is that you love me," my sister denied.
"Originally, Brother knows. My will is only one Brother" said my sister, waving glances at me standing with her.
"What?" aska I want to know.
"Play," my sister replied briefly.
"What's? You wanna play?" manya curious.
"Yes, why did you see me like that?" ask sister.
"Ana, don't get in trouble! Later Dad will be angry with us," I said, looking at my sister who began to want to play back.
"So, just for a second! I play it only in our yard anyway," persuaded my sister to beg.
My head was dizzy when I heard my sister's whining. "Ana, we can't go out, ' said the father." I'm getting anxious about being made to fussy my sister.
"Sister, I'm not home yet. Father's return home is still a long time," greeted my sister with great hope.
My weak little body should be able to force it to hold my sister back from being, playing it out.
"Sir, just play there!" my sister said, pointing to a clean flower tree.
"Ana, it's a clean yard on Dad's broom, '" I said.
"Sister, but I'll sweep it, right" asked my sister for permission to open the door for her.
My problem is getting messy and tangled to see the whimper of my sister who always survives and can make me a dilemma.
"Ana, still can't. We've been forbidden by Dad not to play outside" I said loudly.
"Sister, just for a second. If in the house I can not say anything," whine my sister, see the children who are fun to play. "Hey, you guys want to play with me?" ask my sister to scream.
"You want Ana, but your father will be angry" replied one of them.
"My father works," my brother explained, bending his spoiled face.
"Yes, Ana. Your father is working. But later if your father comes back. Your father will scold you" one of them continued.
"Make him play it next time. Not now! We don't dare play with you" they said.
Spontaneous my sister grew silent and saddened to hear it. Her cute face grew even more sullenly mixed with regret.
"I'm just talking to you!" gerutu my sister is upset. "You don't want to take me," murmured my sister.
I who watched them with my sister only laughed a little inside. He often plays sometimes and sometimes he does not.
"Ana, that guy's right. I'll be angry" I said slowly.
"Sister is always like that! Which brother would ever defend me, huh!" chirp my sister upset, turn around and sit in the corner.
"Why are you angry? 'The one who doesn't want you to play is that guy!" I said ask him a question.
He still remained quietly sitting on the cornered floor alone. His sad face looks so heartbreaking and hopeful that he hangs so much that he can play with other children.
"Ana, we'll just play at home!" talk to my brother who snags.
"I don't want to! I don't have any toys, brother," said my sister. "Kak you know. Dad's got my Dottie. So, I don't have anyone else!" lamented brother.
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