The Struggle of a Child
Father's Advice
"Yes Nak! That's what I want from you guys" my dad said. "You're growing up, kid! So, I hope you two don't keep fighting!" he continued to give advice. "Dad doesn't know when you'll be next to you. I'm very sad to see you two continue fighting" he said.
Because of my biggest self I have to keep giving up for the warmth of you brothers. My father's getting older. He won't be able to keep us both.
"Son, if you two get along. Dad was so happy. Moreover, you are Liyan, I depend so much on all your hopes for you. So, I beg you to be able to take care of your sister who is quite chatty," said my father.
I who always listen to my father's every word now must also be the same. I must not miss a single bit of my father's words that just came out without anyone stopping in my mind.
"Liyan, you're the Father's Son who understands enough, son. There's not much you can say. Besides your understanding, son!" my father said to repeat what he wanted.
My fingers are getting weaker and helpless hearing it. My father's rant today is very important to me.
"Now there are only the two of you. Your mother is gone, son! So, from now on I need your help to take care of your sister" my father said. Walking back and forth to clean the house that was half a mess because of me and my sister who dragged toys.
My sister named Ana Yumna was very calm and relaxed listening to all the complaints from our father. His calm face was very burdenless and felt guilty.
"So, I wish you both. Tomorrow I'll go make a living. Please do not let any of you fight. If you hear it, I'll leave you at the home of your relatives" said my father.
The deg!
My heart was going to come out. These two fingers were no longer able to stiffen the leaves of the yam and my sister's toy bowl.
"Sister, I don't want to" whispered my sister slowly. "I don't like it" he said slowly.
I who was astonished to hear it only raised a question mark filled gaze mixed with uneasiness.
"Ana, that's why we don't fight anymore" I pleaded.
"Sister, I want to too. If we don't have to fight" my sister said. Sit down to face his toys.
"Then from now on we should be fine, brother," I asked.
My brother's face was silent for a few seconds. The toy in front of him is now sitting dumbly.
"Liyan, so remember! Si Ana is your only sister. I asked you never to make her cry, son!" pinta my father's clear.
The fingers that stiffened the toy came off just like that. The leaves of the yam I sliced smoothly fell onto the ground. "Ana, Dad, why are you talking?" aska I want to know.
"Haha!" My sister laughed out loud when she heard my panicked voice.
"Hey, why are you laughing?" my many.
"Sister, it's because Daddy loves me so much" replied my sister at will.
Huh! I immediately snorted in annoyance. I sat back to my brother who was proud.
"Liyan, don't you like me saying that?" ask dad.
My face is getting pias. The cassava leaves are getting kneaded firmly in the fingers. Not looking face to friendliness in the least.
"Liyan, I asked once more. You don't like me telling you to take care of your sister?" ask my father firmly.
"Dad, I want to. But Ana. Bad boy, huh," I'm sorry. Sit on our toy mats.
"Dad!" call my father who never breathed quietly made by my sister.
"Yes Dad," said my sister in her cute, powerful voice.
The look on my sister's face reflexively looked up at my father. "Dad, who pissed you off?" my sister asked my father a question. "Dad, I just said the same brother. If you only love me" replied my sister protesting.
My face immediately pouted. "Dad! You love me too, don't you?" aska I want to know.
My father massaged his forehead strongly. "Son, you two are Father's most beloved sons" said my father. "So, don't fight anymore. Just now Dad said. If you two don't fight ! It's even a fight again" he said.
I'm getting mixed up. I am always fighting in the fight for the affection of our father until this still has not gained victory.
"Ana, not because you're a kid. So, you're getting more satisfied with your brother's torment" said my father.
"Dad, that's right. I was a little girl" my sister said proudly.
"Dad! So, I can't be loved anymore" I grumbled. Sitting behind my sister.
Everyone has stepped aside like that. My father is no longer heard chiming in on our every word.
"Son, you two are still able to get affection from Dad. Because you two are my favorite son" my father said.
His toy was released from his hand by my brother. "Dad, Daddy's favorite son is just me" my sister protested. "Not Brother" he continued.
The cry of my sister who refused made me very disappointed. He's very selfish. The affection of the father who had been taking care of us should not be shared by me in the least.
"Ana, however your brother is Father's Son" continued my father.
"Dad, but Brother is big" my sister refused.
"Despite this, son. But it's not good" my father explained to my sister. "Dad never taught me that," my father regretted seeing my selfish sister.
My sister and I are still grappling with the resentment that lays in my heart. "Dad, Daddy's son is not just Ana" I said.
"But I'm the smallest brother" replied my sister plainly.
The atmosphere of play allowed by my father is now getting darker. The fun game is now starting to get weird.
"If you keep fighting. From tomorrow I won't allow you to play again" my father said.
The front door was now abandoned by our father. "Liyan, listen! I don't want to hear you guys fighting outside of that. Now you you and your brother are in!" my father shouted from inside.
My sister was immediately surprised. "Sister, I'm sorry. I'm not going in yet. I still want to play" whined my brother.
"Who hasn't come in yet?" ask my dad from the inside. "Eat him, if you don't want to go in yet. Don't fight there!" he said, gliding his eyes towards us. "How many times have you said. You guys are getting along. No more fighting! You two are already big, son!" persuade dad.
"Yes, Dad," I said, looking at my sister who was looking down regretfully.
"Ana, it's your sister. So, if you're the only one who should get Daddy's love. Then what about your brother, son?" ask my dad to know. "It's been too often that your brother succumbed to you" he continued.
It's a thousand languages that my sister can do. While I'm happy that my father is on my side today.
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