The Struggle of a Child
Tell a story to Dad
"I'll tell Dad" my sister asked.
"Say what?" my many.
"If they are all evil. They don't want to call me play, "sorry my sister.
"Sik, maybe we won't be loved by Dad again out" I said as I looked at my sister who was sitting down grieving.
My sister's gaze immediately looked at me who was very sure that my father was like that.
"Aren't you sure?" ask sister.
"Eem," I replied. Sitting next to my sister who was contemplating her. "Everything, don't tell them to wait for you to play" I admonished my brother wisely.
"Sister, if you think I'm gonna keep going. When can I play sister?" asked my sister, glancing at me who was sitting down to lay down my body.
"So don't know, Daughter," I replied, looking down lethargic.
"Sister if asked always do not know," my sister chimpanzees.
Playing outside that house was a pleasure for my sister and me, too. However, because of the mistake we made when we were given a little freedom, our father issued a new rule.
"What do you have to say, brother? Indeed Brother does not know," I regret deeply.
The new rules that our father had imposed on me and my brother had kept him and me locked up in the house all the time.
"Sister said cake. In the future if there is time we go quietly," suggested my sister.
"What's? We're going to go quietly?" manyu astonished. Sit down and turn your head to see my sister.
"Yes, brother" replied my sister.
"Engga! Brother doesn't want to," I refused directly.
"But why Brother? 'And we're just on the page, '" my sister suggested.
For a moment I was dizzy made by my sister who was always eager to play. "Sister, we're not playing far away. C'mon Brother! We'll play it for a while in the yard," asked my sister to seduce me to let it melt for a while.
"Ana, I told you, Brother. If we can't get out" I said slowly persuading my sister.
"Sister's always scared of Dad. Though Dad was good. Why should you be afraid?" ask my sister to know.
"It's not Dik. Dad if you have ordered. The message is not to be broken!" I said to my sister. Sit while leaning on the bed.
"Allah, Brother," my sister sullenly pouted.
The fight between me and my brother was never over. Almost every time we meet. We would argue and argue every time we talk about dad.
"Ana, don't sulk. I'll know and he'll be angry with us" I said.
"Wrong why Brother ?" ask sister.
"Because you're sulking," I replied directly, staring straight ahead.
My sister's reflexes instantly closed her mouth and looked at my face looking straight ahead.
"I'm not sulking" my sister denied. "I'll just be angry because Brother is always afraid of Dad" he said.
"Ana, if our father's words break. Father will punish us" I said softly.
"Well! That would be better, brother. So that we can get out," continued my sister happy.
The room was silent for a moment. I no longer want to say anything to my sister. Moreover, it must make everything become chaotic and tangled.
"Tokay! Geck! Geck!
There was a knock on the door from outside. Hearing him my sister and I met a glance while asking each of us.
"Assalamualaikum," he said from the outside.
While frowning. "Sister, it's Dad" said my sister," straining her hearing.
"Yes, I think it's right too, brother. If it's Dad," I said. Get up and look at her from behind the door.
"Oh yes, Brother" greeted my sister with confidence.
I also slowly peeked at him. That voice is my father. "Dad," I muttered happily, seeing him standing.
"Who Brother? Yes's dad?" ask sister. Stand behind me.
"Yes," I answered immediately running to pick up the bench.
Jeglek !
The door opened wide. My father's lethargic face has looked tired of making a living for us.
"Dad for the money, son!" connect my father.
"Money for what, Dad?" my many.
"Yes to us la Kak. Yeah, right, Dad?" ask my brother, take my father in.
My sister is very charming. He was not far from my father. I'm even more worried if my sister does the same thing again to me.
"Dad, why don't you just go home? If you have a lot of money," said my sister, seeing my father's hand holding a plastic package.
"Son, you're stuck in traffic" answered my father, looking at my sister who drove him to the kitchen. "Ana, did you and your brother fight ?" asked my father, glancing at my brother who always tacked on my father.
"Engga, Dad. We never had a fight" my sister welcomed.
"But why is your brother standing there?" asked my father, put down the plastic package he was carrying.
I was alone standing in the closet. From the front I kept seeing the two of them telling stories in the kitchen.
"Dad, we didn't fight" I said. Standing up while looking at my pale face inside the mirror.
"Liyan, are your legs healed?" ask my dad to investigate.
"It's Dad" I replied directly.
"Alhamdulillah, son," said my father relieved.
Afternoon activities that soon want to enter make my father dabble in the kitchen to prepare food.
"Dad," call my sister soft.
"Yes, son" answered my father.
"Dad you know what we were doing at home?" my brother said a question to my father.
The deg!
Both my eyeballs were instantly widened. This healed leg immediately walked up to my sister.
"What were you two doing in the house?" my father asked my sister back.
"There is a Dad" I replied directly.
"Haha! Your brother said nothing" said my father with a big laugh.
My face was instantly pale mixed with fear that my sister would tell my father that we both had undressed.
"Dad, big brother was just scared" said my sister.
"Fearful?" ask my dad, put down the plastic wrap. "Fear what son?" ask my father, look at my sister.
A shower of ice like it was gushing from above was now drenching my tiny, weak body.
"Dad, our friend was playing in our yard" said my sister.
"Ooh, so, that!" my father continued to be relieved. "Then why did you say your brother was scared?" ask my dad to come back a little.
"Indeed Brother is afraid, Dad," replied my sister as well.
"Fear what son?" ask my father again.
"Sister is afraid to play out," said my sister slowly, looking at my father nervously.
"Ana, it was Dad who forbade your brother. So you don't play out. Because you're not home, son!" my father continued at length.
"Dad, our time in the brackets continued inside the house," my sister sulked.
"Which locked you up in the house, who's the kid?" ask dad. Walk busily while composing his groceries.
"Dad" replied my sister.
Glek !
I immediately swallowed it violently. I didn't think my sister was that brave. I who was walking into the kitchen now stand listening to the two of them having a dialogue.
"Dad didn't lock you up. But I'm just keeping you from kidnapping the child" my father said.
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