The Struggle of a Child
Both playing
"Sister, aren't you mad at us anymore?" ask sister.
"So don't know, brother," I replied.
My sister then enjoyed the game. The toys he played with today really pleased us both.
"Sister, let's cut this!" take my sister, hand over the little straws.
"Alright, Sister. Brother will play with you" I said.
"True Sister," said my sister immediately pleased.
"Yes, we haven't played in a long time" I replied, cutting the little straws.
"This is Brother" said my brother handed me some toys that he wanted to cut into small pieces.
With a smile I picked up a toy similar to my sister's. "Ana, let's cook this first" I suggested.
"All right, brother" said my sister.
My sister and I are so happy. The freedom given by the Father today we make the most of it. Many obstacles that we often go through when briefly want to step out of play.
"So, if we used to think we'd play it would be fun?!" tangent my sister.
"If we used to play. Surely it's not in our love sitting here?!" my cetus.
"Sister, but if you think so, I like it" said my sister.
"Why ?" I was astonished, stopping the toy half-swinging in the air.
"Yes, because no one else is angry with us, brother," said my brother. "I'm afraid I'm constantly being scolded" he continued.
My hand felt weak holding the toy. My sister said so.
"Ana, if there's no Dad tomorrow we can't play like this?!" I said, looking at my sister who was spinning looking for her less toys.
"Sister, Dad, tomorrow will you give us another play?!" timpal my brother sure.
"Come Brother! We play this. Don't let anything go missing, brother!" hope my sister is waving. "If it disappears. I don't have any more toys, sister," he continued.
"Yes Dik. Brother won't lose it" I replied. Sitting cross-legged sweet playing with my sister.
"Now we cook this one again, Brother," said my brother, handing over a pile of cassava leaves.
Cassava leaves make me gape. "What's this for?" many confused.
"Sister, it's for the vegetables" replied my sister.
The cassava leaves that my sister gave me. I turned around to look at the green leaves.
"Ana, if you ask. Can't we just stop playing it" I suggested.
Puk!
"Sister!" My sister directly hit me with a twig of thin yam leaves. "Sister can't go" he said. "If you leave. I'll cry," my sister whispered.
The yam leaves that my sister smashed against me were scattered to and fro. "Dad, you don't want me to play" he complained.
"Liyan, please accompany your sister. Your sister is very crybaby" said my father. Stand in front of the door.
"Dad!" call my sister with a hunch. He turned his seat towards our father who was watching us play.
"Haha!" My laughter looked up at my embarrassed sister. "Dad, Ana is a crybaby," my lead.
Puk!
He also hit me with a thin twig of cassava leaves. "Dad, I'm not whiny," my brother replied, rejecting the truth.
"Already, already! Don't fight anymore. You two are just the two of you. So, should be able to play with me huh!" pinta my father wishes.
"Dad, but Big Brother likes to mock me," my sister sulked, complaining.
"Ana, look at that your toy's broken!" I said pointing at the fallen cassava leaves.
"Who hit him ?" my many.
Huhuhoo! My brother's sad face immediately shook my father's soul which looked calm. "Liyan! Why Brother?" my father shouted asking.
I scratched my head and looked at my whining sister. My sister hasn't changed yet. He's still a spoiled kid. A chatty child who likes to complain and should not share affection.
"Dad, you evil brother! my sister, sulking, complained to my father who became our friend today.
"Dad, I'm not evil, really," I said in self-defense.
"You guys if you've played. Definitely fighting?! You want me to punish you again, huh?" asked my father, dragging both feet to sit on the bench.
I sat there for a long time playing with him. I didn't mean to make my sister cry at all.
"Dad, it wasn't me first" I complained.
Both of my brother's eyeballs stayed awake looking at his half-broken toy. "Dad, my toy's broken!" my sister shouted complaining with her spoiled face mixed with frown.
"Who comes first, son?" asked my father to deliberately find out the truth.
Both of my sister's eyebrows instantly united and furrowed. His sharp gaze ceaselessly looked at me. "Dad, I don't want my toy to be broken" he whined. "It's all because of Brother" he grumbled.
"Dad, I didn't bother him. I'm just saying, if I don't want to play anymore," I said, staring at my sister's toy.
"You already love playing. But you guys are always making a fuss! You're just two of you, kid! So, you want your dad to get along. Don't keep fighting!" sorry father.
"Dad, we didn't fight, really," I said.
My brother's half-abandoned toy is now neat so our father doesn't tell us to stop.
"Dad!" call dad.
His hand holding the toy stopped instantly. "What's the matter Dad?" ask my brother to act plain.
For a moment I immediately glanced at my father who twisted his body and wanted to leave us.
"You still want to play?" ask dad.
"Still, Dad," replied my sister slowly.
Behind my father's assertiveness. Apparently, he still has pity on my sister. "If you still want to play. So, don't let me hear a word you guys fight" he said.
"Yes Dad," replied my sister directly.
These eyes kept on my father who was tired of seeing the two of us. "Our father won't fight again" I said.
Finally, after that my sister and I returned to playing happily. Toys in front of us. We played as usual, playing with the sticks and cassava leaves.
"Sister, the cassava leaves are cut like a gini, yes, sister," my sister suggested, put the rod and cut it with dice.
"Ana, if this one is ready Brother cutin, Dik," I said, showing the cassava leaves that I sliced small.
"Mm, if so. Now we cook, brother," my sister suggested.
The leaves of the yam and the stem of the keladi that we cut. We put it on a large and small toy plate. "Sister, it's ready!" cetus.
"Yes Dik. My brother is ready, too" I said, putting down the toy I cut.
"If you are like this. 'Can be seen, '" welcome my father, clean the house. "So, I want work to not be afraid to leave you," he said lightly.
My sister and I met face to face after seeing my father's happy face. "Dad, if Dad works. We promise, we won't fight" I said, looking at the toys I was holding.
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