The Struggle of a Child
Three at night
"Well Dad," replied my sister, looking down in lethargy. "But Dad said, if you're a big brother," he refused.
"Your brother is big. But, Son. Your brother is also Father's Son" my father said.
For a moment my sister quietly raised a sharp eye towards me. The toy that was lying right in front of him he was circling around while looking at me with a lump.
"Dad now no longer love me," regretted my sister mixed with.
The talk got into my hearing. The reflexes of these two soft-eyed balls looked at my sister's face which clearly said that.
"If you don't love me anymore. How could Dad ever want to give me more pocket money," said my sister, playing cooking.
"Liyan, later if your sister sulks. Tell me, Dad, yeah!" dad said.
I was still staring at my sister who was sulking because of my father's words. My father's words were still heard roaring in the air.
"Why can you fight just because of Dad?" ask dad. Stand up and look towards us.
"Because Dad's our father," replied my sister, looking down to play her toy.
"Dad, because Dad loved us so much" greeted me, seeing my brother play.
It's so moving to me. I was so happy to hear my father was no longer favoritism, I thought.
"Silver sister's happy, isn't she? Because Daddy doesn't love me anymore" my sister said, sulking and pouting.
I kept this mouth shut tight. Sitting with my sister who is still fun playing in the yard.
"If you don't love me anymore. Why do I ask for pocket money with Dad," said my sister, looking at me who was sitting in silence.
I was more confused to see my sister's attitude that was getting more and more fickle. He never wanted to hear anything my father said.
"For that, I don't like to see you guys fighting so much. I'm sometimes sad to see you guys, kid! Which every day is always a storm just because of Dad," continued my father.
I who sat with my sister outside playing just quietly lowered my head to listen to my father's babble.
"How do you like me to calm down to make money, son? At home, you guys are like this!" my father looked at us with sadness. "Dad didn't ask for much of anything with you guys" he continued.
My sister and I met with a sad mix of faces. My sister and I should be fine. Ever since mom kept us going my dad looked messed up and worried.
"Dad, we're not going to fight anymore" I said slowly, seeing my busy father.
"Yes Dad. I won't ask for any more pocket money" my sister replied. Sitting there staring at his scattered toys.
Meeting face to face is what I can do with my sister. Every second I wish my sister could suddenly change. However, baby I just love to dream in broad daylight. My brother who is too selfish and wants to master the affection of our father alone has not realized that all this time he has made my father confused.
"Ana, I'll love you too, brother" I said.
"Sister, if you love me, you can't be scolding me today" my sister replied back, putting down the toy she was holding.
Again I can just be quiet. Sitting around waiting for my sister who is not yet finished.
"Because today. Father has not given me the pocket money, Brother," my sister said, staring at the flying leaves.
"Ana, I don't have any money yet" welcome me to defend my father.
"Oh, Brother always said that. I know that pocket money was given by Dad for Brother, right?" my brother screamed, raising this self-conscious question.
"Ana, I don't have money. If you have money. I'll love you for sure ?!" my toilet, look at my sister sadly.
"Ana, I'll start tomorrow and make a lot of money for you, son!" keep my dad from the inside.
My sister sumringah. Right, Dad," cried my sister glad. "Ashiiik, means tomorrow I can snack, brother," he said, turning sitting with a happy face.
"Sister, if tomorrow I bring a lot of money. Means I can buy ice candles," he said happily.
I still keep seeing him. Sometimes I also see my father turning his head looking at us who play outside.
"Liyan, Iris. It'll be night soon, boy! Put your toys together, yeah!" pinta my father gently from inside the house.
The half-open door of the house was the image of my father who was busy despite being mixed with the darkness of the air that penetrated into the room.
"Liyan, help your sister with her toys. Don't stay outside for long, son! You're not well, Liyan!" scold my father from the inside.
My father's shadow is still clearly visible to me standing with the broom. He was so worried about us both.
"Dad's got bath water for you, son!" continued my father while sweeping. "Remember, take a bath not much, use water, yes!" brightest.
"Yes, Dad," I answered, feeding the toys neatly.
"Sister, from now on no one will scold us anymore. If we play," said my sister happy. "If we were playing in the room, we would be scolded" he said, keeping the toys he had taken from under the guava tree.
"Why did the toy get there?" manya curious.
"Hehehe, I threw it away, brother," replied my sister grinning.
Both of these eyes are still fixed staring at my sister who is starting to be happy. It feels, the departure of our mother continued like a medicine of the heart for him. He no longer gets angry.
"Sister, if Dad's our friend. I must be happy ?! Because Dad doesn't like to be angry," he said.
Puk!
I put the toys in the plastic rough. "Dad, I was angry too" I argued, turning to my sister.
"Engga, yes! You've never been angry with me, brother. If the same brother, I know," ledek my sister indifferent.
How annoying my sister is. "Ana, now we're just three" I said. Wake up looking for the remaining toys.
" 'They're delicious, brother. There's only Dad, me and Brother" continued my sister lightly.
"Who do we work with?" I was afraid to see my very happy sister.
"Sister, if Dad leaves. It won't be long" my sister said. Sok knows.
Even the night has arrived. The toys that accompanied our afternoon are now neatly stored. We had a weak and smelly little body soaked with the bath water weighed by our father.
"Son, now tonight, it's just the three of us," said my father, looking at us both wistfully.
" 'They're delicious, Dad. No one is angry with us" said my sister directly.
My father put down his glass. "Who's upset, son?" asked my father astonished.
"Yes Dad" replied my sister.
"If there is a beloved mother Brother. I must have been scolded?! Especially if I ask for money," said my sister.
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