The Struggle of a Child
Bickering
"Ana, you said what's the same Dad, huh?" I asked, looking at my brother who was lying on the floor.
"I don't know Brother" replied my sister indifferently.
"Liyan!" call my dad from the kitchen.
"Yes, Dad," I answered running to my father in the kitchen.
"So, I heard who you were talking to, son?" ask my dad to investigate.
I shut up and saw the kitchen door open. "Just like Mom, Dad," I replied.
My father immediately gaped after hearing it. "Your mother?" asked my father astonished.
"Yes Dad. Mother came here. But he's gone again" I said regretfully.
"Why can't you stand it, son? So that your mother doesn't leave" my father asked me that question.
My mouth is getting locked tightly. The floor that still imprints the footprints of our connecting mother is now stared at continuously.
"Liyan, what did your mother say? Where else did he go?" ask my dad to know.
"Well, Dad," I answered, shaking.
"Dad, I'll definitely be back again?!" I said, seeing my worried father.
"Where do you know, son. Did your mom tell you she was back?" ask dad.
For a moment I thought about it. My father was right too if I knew where to come from, our mother kept us going home.
"I'm just saying, Dad" I replied.
"Dad thought you knew, son. Where'd your mother go?" ask my dad, put down the trash.
"Well, Dad," I answered slowly.
My father was silent for a moment. His face was a moment of lethargy. Even his stepped foot did not look excited.
"Dad, I won't be long" I said.
"Dad, why do you and your sister always remember it?" ask sister. Standing in front of our bedroom door.
My father and I kept their mouths shut. Standing somewhere far away from my sister. I silently stared straight down.
"Well! Finally, you're all here, all of you" said our connecting mother, stepping in.
My father and I were shocked and turned their heads to the door. "Mother," I murmured slowly.
This even made my father look up to him. My father's two eyeballs were staring at our connecting mother who was walking into the room.
"This is a letter to you. Read first!" my mother told us. Stand up and hand over a piece of paper.
My father's aged and wrinkled hand then took the letter sheet slowly while trembling.
"I want you to read it through until it's over," I hope you'll keep us on board.
The pale face of my aging father was staring at the sheet of paper in anxiety and panic.
Elsewhere my sister and I just stood quietly listening to him. How worried I was to see my nervous father reading it.
"What?" my father asked in surprise.
"Yes, why are you staring like that?" ask mom to keep us calm.
"It's not su... ." My father didn't continue when he saw me and my brother.
My father just kept quiet. Not a word came out of his mouth to answer. The letter that was still held tightly and occasionally in the lyrics.
"I'm sick of living in this house. Especially with your two children!" said mom connect us. "Againly want to see when I live hard with you" he assailed. Walk around the bag and take his other needs. "You are a poor man. Your money doesn't exist. Not to mention that one of your children is often sick and the other likes snacks" he continued.
I just looked down at the floor I was stepping on. This really took my father a little hit. Especially me who didn't think this would happen today.
"So, from now on I will no longer return to this house forever. I'll go far!" his mark.
My father was in shock and put the sheet of paper on the stove table. My father was struck by lightning in broad daylight.
"I don't want to live here anymore. Life is hard and I can't buy my favorite clothes" she told us from inside the room.
Braugh!
The pile of clothes came out. I was immediately surprised that it was the clothes that my sister and my father had seen. The clothes are now neatly arranged.
"Are you serious ?" ask my dad to know.
"Yes, I'm serious. I no longer want to suffer with you!" cetus mom connect us. Busy with everything ready.
"But, it's not like I've been fulfilling all your wishes" said my father, watching our long-distance mother.
"Haha! Whahuh? You said you fulfilled everything I wanted, heh!" teasing mom, we laughed. "You can only buy cheap things" he said.
The words of our mother continued to make my father stunned. Standing still is all my father can do.
"If you want to just love it as your two children," mocked our mother continued nonstop. "I no longer need to give you cheap things" he said, compiling all his personal belongings.
My dad's getting limp and my brother and I don't say much. The two of us only witnessed the feud between the two of them.
"But where are you going?" ask my dad to know.
"That's none of your business! Take care of your son!" look at our mother, check the things she'll be carrying.
"Sister, his beloved mother Brother wants to go, huh?" ask my sister, looking at me.
"St! I don't know, brother," I replied. Stand up and embrace.
"Sister, if it really wants to go nice dong," continued my sister.
"Why did you say that, brother? That's not good. If you hear it. I'll definitely scold you?!" my rebuke was hard on my sister just wayang.
"I'm just saying it," my sister slowly regretted.
At the end of the kitchen my father and mother continued we were still having a great debate. My father, who doesn't like to be treated like that, kept him from pressuring our mother so we wouldn't leave.
"Don't stop me! This has been my decision. I don't want to live with you anymore" I cried. "I've found a rich man. So, what am I living with you for" she said.
"But I'm still your husband" said my father.
"What's? Ahaha! You were my husband, but now you are not! Now I'm not your wife anymore, cih," she said.
The sound was getting louder on the ceiling of the house. I who was standing in front of the door of the room while covered by some curtains listened silently.
"If you want a wife. Yes, you marry another woman who wants to live a hard life" said our mother. Stand in front of the door.
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