The Struggle of a Child
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"If you keep fighting. When can I calm down, son?" my father asked.
Shut up that's what I can do tonight. While my sister did not hold the prophet's storybook bought by our father. The book is now located without being touched by it.
"Ana, how many times have you told me? Don't fight often! You're just two brothers, son," my father screams annoyed to see us fighting so much. "You are also Liyan! Why make a fuss with your sister?" ask my father to regret. "Just for a moment you'll calm me down, won't you?" ask dad.
Me and my sister just kept quiet demanding dislike in each other's hearts. The book is located on top of the closet drawer I looked at.
"How long are you guys gonna have to fuss, huh?" ask dad. Stand up and look towards the two of us.
Puk!
Puk!
My brother and I were seen hand-crunching in front of my father who was holding us tonight.
"Just because of the book. You can fight and fight there. 'You've already missed you guys. To the extent that you're here you're not afraid!" chirp my father. "Do you want me to punish you again, huh?" snapped my father asked.
My sister and I kept their mouths shut until they got close. The hands that hit each other were no longer seen drifting forward.
"Dad, work tomorrow, son! You know we're not rich. So don't fight just because of the book. If the book is torn. Who else will buy it, son?" ask dad. "You know Liyan, the price of the book? That's expensive, kid! I had to hard-earn money to buy it. Even you guys fight to the point of attraction !" heres sebal. "If it's torn! I can no longer afford it," my father chanted.
I'm no longer struggling. Mouth as close as possible I'm the key. The healed legs also stand upright to support this tiny weak body.
"Dad, you know that book you can't buy two. So that you can one by one have it. Dad so, sorry to buy you that book," my father sneered.
My head immediately rose perpendicular to see my father who was sitting on the bench while raising a sharp eye look at the two of us who looked down.
"Ana, don't you hate your sister too much either !" scold my father firmly. "You want to be whenever he's your brother!" brightest. Sit down to see my brother who is mute.
Both of my eyes glanced at my silent sister. He just froze to see the fingers he held firmly.
"From first I saw! You always didn't like your brother" said my father, silencing my sister's mouth.
All day long we only heard scolding and advice from his father. "If you think gini. How are you going to work tomorrow?" asked my father for advice from us.
The head looks down. I looked up at my father and sister. "Answer Liyan?" ask my dad enthusiastically.
"Dad, we promise. We won't fight anymore" my brother explained softly.
I slowly dragged these two legs by silently approaching my sister. "Ana, you always promise. Brother is afraid that Dad will not believe me anymore" I whispered as I glanced at my father from the tail of my eyes.
The tea that was still in my father's cup. He nodded slowly. "From a long time ago, your sister was always happy to promise," said my father, putting down the cup.
My sister was immediately offended to hear it. Her innocent face that had calmed down for a moment now instantly turned to shame.
"Sister, I'm a kid. So, if I forget. Don't be mad at me! Tell me, brother," demanded my sister whisper softly.
I was immediately stunned to hear it tonight. My sister is brave. He didn't know who was in front of him. This little head also shook his head to see my sister who often annoyed.
"Sister, quickly tell Daddy. If I was a kid," urged my sister.
I stood with my sister. Staring straight at my father who was sitting while covering his cup.
"Son, it's night. Now go to bed! Dad needs to rest too. Tomorrow I'll make a lot of money for you. So that you can snack" my father said.
"Dad, buy ice candles, yeah!" my sister immediately sumringah.
"Yes, Son! Tomorrow I'll buy a lot of ice candles," continued my father happy. Get up and take us to our room. "Now Daddy's son sleeps, yes!" gently persuade.
"Yes, Dad. Good night" I said with a smile.
A smile fell on my poor father's face. He twisted his body lethargicly leaving our room. His aging legs looked so heavy to step on.
"Dad, we sleep first, yeah. Tomorrow we play again" I said from behind my father.
My father's steps stopped. Followed by his right hand holding the curtain. "Yes, Son! Sleep well, yeah!" hope dad.
Pluck up!
The curtains fell down rough. The shadow of my father who was standing while looking back saw me and my sister had disappeared instantly.
"Ana, Dad is sad" I whispered in my sister's ear.
"Why Brother?" ask my sister while wearing a blanket.
"Tomorrow Whose working father do we live with ?" I asked my sister. Sit down and find my blanket.
"What are you looking for?" ask sister.
I sat down and looked around the bed. "So don't look for a blanket, brother," I replied in a daze.
Pluck up!
My brother threw a blanket over my head. "Ana," I shouted, pulling the blanket that was located on the head.
"Liyan, Anna! No noise! Now go to sleep, son! Even though tomorrow you're still on holiday" my father screamed from the wall of his room.
"Yes, Dad. We'll sleep," I said strongly.
The night is getting late. Both eyes are sleepy. My sister had forgotten about her quarrel with me.
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"Noah! moans. This half-weak little body also moved violently to avoid sunlight entering from the wall gap. "Let's! call me to squint both eyeballs.
Puk!
I tossed the bolster gently about my little sister's still sleeping body.
"Sister, I'm still sleepy" said my sister, still closing her eyes.
"Dad is gone!" I said slowly. Sit down to see my sister still pulling her blanket.
"Sister, does that mean we're both home again?" ask my sister to act pretentious.
"Yes" I replied.
"Why do you like to lock us in the house, brother?" ask sister. Wake up and open both eyes.
"We have no friends, brother" I replied.
Right now just staring at the nanar of the bed that we can do Brother and sister. The house that has always been a silent friend for us is getting stronger.
"We have a friend, brother," my sister argued with annoyance at hearing my father lock the door again.
"Where are friends?" manyu astonished.
"Outside" replied my sister lightly.
"Haha! That's another, Sister. That's a faraway friend," my lead. Get down and open the window.
"Hi, Liyan!" greet one of the children.
"You're locked up again, yeah! Poor thing!" tease one of them.
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