The Struggle of a Child
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"You are," my father's murmur was upset.
"From now on I'm no longer your wife. You have no rights to me anymore" said our mother. Go take the bag away.
I'm very sad. The connecting mother who has been a friend to us has now gone forever.
"Sister, I'm happy. Finally, his beloved mother The brother left," said my sister slowly, following me looking at the door.
"Ana, we don't have any more friends" I whispered softly to my sister.
"We're going to have a father. Outside we still have a lot of friends, brother. All right again," my sister said.
Arguing with my sister will be endless. He's smarter than me now. Which is why maybe I can beat my chatty sister.
"Liyan!" call my dad from the kitchen.
"Yes Dad," I said.
"From now on you should be able to take care of yourself, son!" my father said, looking at the sheet of paper that was handed over by our contact mother.
"Dad just calm down. We can definitely take care of ourselves," my sister replied plainly. "We're going to be big, Dad, '" he continued.
Seeing my pretentious adult sister made my father smile funny looking at her. I also pulled my lips thin.
"Son, I know you're all grown up. But, even if you're grown up you have to take care of each other, yeah kid!" pinta my father begged.
"Dad, we'll take care of each other" I said.
The paper held by my father continued to be stared at until bored. "Liyan, from now on you two will be here" said my father.
"Where is Dad going?" ask my sister directly.
"Dad's not going anywhere, son," answered my father, looking at us both.
After the departure of our mother connect us. This house no longer sounds crowded. Even my father, he no longer has trouble thinking about it. Now all my father does is take care of us until we never feel alone.
"Ana, I'm asking from now on don't fight anymore, yeah!" pinta my father begged.
"Okay Dad," I replied, looking at my sister who did not fully understand.
"You two, son! Especially if you are not home. Please Liyan, take care of your sister!" please my father gently.
"Yes Dad," I replied, looking at my spoiled sister.
"Dad, we're the best Dad. So, where might we have a fight," replied my brother wisely.
Finally, my sister and I met each other. The door of the house that was closed we opened a little looking out.
"Sister, quiet," said my brother, looking at the litter of leaves strewn about.
"No kids playing" I said. Stand in front of the door.
"Sister, it's not afternoon yet, is it?" ask my sister, look at me.
"No, son!" my father replied, cutting the conversation.
My sister's face looked at me with a hopeful look. "Sister, I'm telling you we're out, aren't we?" ask sister.
I immediately looked towards my father. "Ana, that's impossible. It's not that easy to love us to play" I replied.
"But, I want to play, brother," whined my sister.
Instantly I was silent for a moment to see the leaf litter flying in the wind. "But if we play. The day was very hot," I complained, staring up at the sky while twitching both eyes.
"Sister is also cold, Dik," I regret, seeing a lush flower tree.
My sister's naughty smile began to tease out. In a stealthy manner he stepped slightly forward out the door.
"Liyan!" call dad.
"Yes, Dad," I said. Stand in front of the door.
"Don't go out! It's a hot day, son," said my father. Stand behind the door.
"Dad, we're just playing here" my sister gently persuaded.
"Son, it's a hot day. Don't play, yeah!" pinta my father begged.
"Dad, we didn't play it on the heat" my sister said.
"No, son!" my father's light. Walk away from us.
"Why, Dad?" aska I want to know.
My father stopped his steps for a moment. "Liyan, I don't want you to be sick" my father told me why. "So you're sick again. If you're sick. Mdna maybe your sister's playing and you're alone in the house" he continued.
I have a point too, I thought. I may constantly have to be like this. At least I should be able to recover so that my sister does not drag on being locked up in the house with me.
"Dad, let me come out" my sister whined, complaining. "If you are sick, let your own brother be in the house" he suggested intelligently.
I was immediately flabbergasted. "Ana, why are you evil times, sister?" tanyaku.
Really my sister has made me more cornered in the middle of the waves.
"I'm evil what, brother?" asked my sister astonished mixed gawking at me.
"Cruel it! When you said you were playing out while you were alone at home," I was upset.
My sister's face was so cute and calm after seeing my frustration. " Sister, I'm tired of being locked up in a house" he said. "How long have we been off school. Until now we are still playing inside the house," my sister lamented.
"Ana, don't ever play out!" scold my father hard. "You know, if you play, you don't know the way home" said my father from the kitchen.
My sister's sullen face instantly covered her spoiled cute face. Every second his cute face is always his powerful weapon to attract the sympathy of the father who has been a substitute figure for a mother.
"If you're playing in his house, why kid?" ask my father, look at us both.
My sister and I looked down and accused each other. "That brother kept me locked up" my sister lamented.
"Engga yes! Where is Brother. 'And Dad forbade us not to play outside, '" I said, glancing at my sister who was moaning in annoyance.
"Look! You two can't go out of the house secretly!" my father said firmly.
Suddenly I fell silent to close my lips and these two eyes tightly. Another case with my sister who does not want to be kind to accept the results of our father's decision.
"Dad, this is us playing it not long ago, Dad," persuaded my sister, approached my father.
"Ana, I know son! But, Dad's not home. Morning till noon I'm working, son!" said father.
The kitchen that my father had been holding was almost finished. I'm the one still standing at the door.
"Dad," call me slowly.
"Yes, son" answered my father.
My eyes were so sad to see my father. "Dad to go again, huh?" I asked, looking at the shadow of my father who was busy.
"Yes, son" answered my father.
Everything that has happened has made my father very moody. Her spirit had gone to nowhere. Now she is busy preparing her kitchen.
"Dad, did you pray?" I asked, looking at my father standing in front of the kitchen door.
"Yes, my son" answered my father. Standing staring pus out the door.
My sister's face immediately stared at me softly. Since the departure of my mother, we brought clothes to make my father's spirit disappear.
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