The Struggle of a Child
Friend taunts
"Hey, you guys want to see. There's a kid locked up, hahaha !" tease one of them.
A sullen face mixed with sadness was stained at the end of the morning that inched. "Sir, they're evil. The man mocked us," I said complaining.
"Where is Brother?" asked my sister straight out of bed.
"Hey! Don't taunt us, yeah!" shouted my sister.
"Haha!" They laughed when they heard it. "If you have no friends. Don't get mad!" they continued laughing cynically.
Every morning we stood in front of the window staring out. In the house, we waited for our father to come home and open the door.
"Sister, don't look at them. Later that man mocked us," my sister said.
A little bit of what my sister said was true as well. I no longer see them often. "Ana, but the sound of their laughter was exciting" I said. Standing looking towards those sitting at the end of our courtyard.
"What's wrong, brother?" ask my sister to know.
"They're playing it" I said slowly, pointing towards those who were playing the jump rope.
"Sister, we'll play it at home" continued my sister. Stand beside me.
The jump rope game caught my attention this time. Joking, their tireless laughter sounded so loud that it shrieked the ears.
"Sister, they're delicious too, yeah. Can play outside," said my sister lirih.
"Yes, when are we, brother? Can you play like that again?" ask me while looking at those who are busy playing a lot.
Standing in front of the window was what we both did. Not many words are said from these lips when they see the excitement of them.
"Sik, if Dad's gone tomorrow. We're being given out, aren't we?" many think.
The atmosphere of our current residence is not so pleasant to enjoy. Day after day only the locked houses we often faced.
"Sister, Dad will no longer give us out," greeted my sister lirih. "Because I'm afraid we're playing all the way," he said, looking outside the empty courtyard.
"We said it to Dad. We're playing it here!" I saturiated, looking at my sister seriously.
The look on my sister's face immediately looked at me dumbly . "Say me which kayak, brother?" ask my sister, pretending not to know.
"Ana, we said that we would sweep the page," I said with a brilliant idea.
My sister immediately listened to him while looking down at her little fingers scribbling on the wooden window tracks.
"Dad won't tell us to play, brother. Dad's gonna be scared that we're missing, '" my sister replied.
For a moment my face was instantly deserted staring at the room curtain that extended to cover the door of the room.
"We'll try, brother. Who knows if I'd like to give us a ride out ?" ask me to think while staring at the dirty page.
The house is getting quieter and quieter. My sister who was standing with me disappeared suddenly.
"Sister!" call my sister from behind the curtain.
"Yes," I said.
"Sister's going to play. So, I want to ask Big Brother for help," said my sister, peeking out from behind the curtain.
"What help?" manyu astonished. Standing in front of the window.
"Take my doll, brother," replied my sister directly.
"What?" my many. I was immediately surprised. Turning his head reflexively looking at my sister. "Ana, I told you, "if the toy can't be taken again" I told my sister who may have forgotten.
"Sister, but Daddy's gone now" my sister continued, raising her eyebrows.
My sister's decision left me in a dilemma. My breath is not so irregular. " Anna, if we take it. Means Big Brother's toy," I'm shriveled. Standing straight staring at my toy which is in deep trouble.
"I'm not afraid that the toy is being held by Dad" my sister said.
The harder it feels like I want to answer my sister's question. All over this tiny body was limp and wanted to fall to the floor.
"Hey Liyan! Why are you guys just thorny in there?" ask them from outside.
"Haha! They'll be locked up" they sneered with satisfaction.
"Liyan, why is your fate poor? Ahaha!" ask one of them while laughing.
"Yes, every day locked up," greet them.
"The names, they don't, they don't have a mother," one sneered, jumping rope high.
"Eat him Liyan, don't want to not have a mother!" people who hate me and my sister.
It's so sad to sound. The mockery was so light that it came out of their respective mouths. This pias-face. Want to bite them up to *****.
"Liyan, you and your sister are so sorry! You're always locked up" he said.
"Just like a bird" they continued.
"Haha!" Laughter from those who are becoming.
My sister's face is so red with hatred. "Hey, wait a minute! I will play outside. You guys aren't gonna be my friends" my sister chimps.
"Who's afraid?" greet them and ask me a question.
"I'm not afraid either" my sister replied in response to them.
The feuds and ridicule from them with my sister were increasingly heard ranting. "Hey, Ana. You guys don't have any toys. You don't have any money" they sneered.
"Yes, right. Ahaha!" continue with them laughing .
The commotion kept attacking me and my sister. "Liyan, that's why. Don't like to cry! 'And you're so, locked up in the house, '" they cut it off.
"Pity!" they shouted mockingly.
My breath was so strong that it blew out. Tears want to fall because they hear the ridicule of those who often attack us.
"Liyan, you're so sorry. Every day locked up, uuh!" keep them mocking.
All my friends no longer want to be friends with me. All the sadness mixed with disappointment enveloped this self.
"I'm not locked up" I said. Stand up and look at those who are still engrossed in playing and mocking.
"Allah, just tell me, that you're tired of being locked up," continued one of those I don't know.
"Sister, that guy's bad! Like mocking," continued my sister, looking down sadly at the floor. "Eat him, I don't want to play" said my brother.
Maybe it's the best, I thought. The ridicule of some friends deeply shook this soul.
"Maybe they don't have any snacks?!" touch one from the outside.
"Liyan, don't you have any snacks?" ask those who are too curious. Walked near me.
"Hey, why? If we don't have any snacks?" ask my sister.
"Ana, don't be angry! You'll be left out later, ptfff !" he continued to hold back laughter.
Seeing her who was enthusiastic wanted to mock. This tiny body immediately wanted to pull his hair out of his head.
"Hey, it's none of your business!" I said. Standing in front of the window.
"Who wants to take care of it?" sorry to ask questions of us.
"Liyan, Iris. Your father doesn't love you, either" the light of one.
"Yes," he replied.
"Your time is locked up in the house. It's a holiday, '" he explained. Stop playing jump rope.
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