The Struggle of a Child
Calculating pocket money
"We play it later" said my sister.
"When?" ask them mockingly.
"Maybe later?! If we go to school," welcome them.
"Haha!" Reply one of them laughed happily.
The mockery left me and my sister in a dilemma. Tears want to fall down immediately on the cheeks. Suddenly the sound of ridicule was heard entering our room.
"Sister, we don't have any pocket money" whispered my sister.
The head that was staring straight straight turned back towards my sister. "Ana, you have pocket money, really," I said, glancing at my embarrassed sister.
"Much, Brother?" ask my sister to whisper slowly.
"Sister, don't know, brother," I said.
Those who were happy to mock were silent and no longer spoke. They stood in front of the window looking at me.
"Why don't you know?" ask sister. Stand up.
"Because you haven't counted yet" I replied directly.
"Haha!" Their laughter was humorous and they saw us standing locked inside the house.
"Hey, we have pocket money, really," said my sister, mocking those who had been standing since they saw us.
"Surely your pocket money is not much ?!" tell them from outside.
The laughter from them is so sad. My ears were still sharp hearing the look on their faces staring at the two of us with disgust very closely looking into the room room.
"Sister, we have a lot of pocket money, don't we?" ask sister. Walk towards the open window.
The look on my face was very panicked to see my brother who was very enthusiastic to count the amount of pocket money I saved.
"Yes" I replied directly.
They were all so dumbfounded at the pocket money we were talking about. "Sister, if our pocket money is tight. Like where we showed the guy," my sister said slowly. Stand up and look at those who don't want to get out of the window.
"Haha! Hey, their pocket money is not there?!" ledek they're happy.
The friend who was standing in front of the window kept seeing us who had not taken the money I called.
"Where money could there be?!" refute them.
"Sister, try to get the money!" my sister's pinta is meek.
My legs are too heavy to walk. "Dik, the money is in the bag" I explained, tilting half my body in my direction.
"Ana, Brother." I said, glancing at those who were seriously mocking from earlier.
"Why is Brother silent? Means you don't have any money, huh?" asked my sister whispering while covering up the embarrassment.
Shut up, that's all I can do and my brother. A wide open window flapping the wind-blown hair flew over next to this tiny cheek.
"Ana, this money!" call me, walk over to the bag hanging.
A bag that's been hanging on nails for a long time. Instantly I took it to look at the pocket money I had saved for a long time.
"Where, Brother?" ask sister. Run towards me.
The kreeek!
I opened the bag immediately to look at it and count it. "This, Sister. The money," I said, showed the money in front of my sister.
"Waaah, Brother. Big Brother's money is a lot," cried my sister sparkling, looking at the money she was holding. "Our serving money," mocked my sister, provoking their envy.
"Haha! The money must be a little?!" connect those who close their bodies in front of the window.
"Our money is a lot, really," they sneered as well, showing the pocket money they were holding.
I glanced at the front of the window. They were all excited to find out what pocket money I had saved.
"If we. Where's it ever been, right?" one of them asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, if we. The snacks must be a lot ?!" they said, showing the money they held with a face full of ridicule.
My sister came straight to them and stood up. "This money," my brother said, showing the money in the palm of his hand.
"Where?" ask from them enthusiastically, waving wide eyes.
"Here," said my sister showing the money she was holding.
They were all inexplicably excited to know the amount of pocket money we had. "Liyan, where's your pocket money?" askthem.
Suddenly I was surprised to look down embarrassed to see the money located on top of his palm. At a glance, the pale face I spared from them for a moment.
"Ana, our pocket money is a little, Dik," I whispered slowly.
Instantly my sister's face flushed in embarrassment. "Sister, this is a lot, really," my sister argued that she was too eager to show off.
"Ana, ask them," I said whispering softly in my sister's ear.
"Haha! 'I'm telling you right. If their pocket money doesn't exist, hahaha !" Laugh at one of them.
At a glance, their faces are very happy because they have succeeded in mocking the two of you who are locked and do not have pocket money.
"Yes, their school pocket money is small," added the other of them.
"Although not school. Wherever they might have a snack" he continued insulting. "If I am often given a lot of pocket money with my mother," he continued.
This made me ashamed and unable to look straight ahead. They are all very proud of their huge money.
"Later, my father came home. Must have brought a lot of pocket money?!" my sister prides herself.
"Haha!" Their laughter grew wider.
"The snacks must be for two of his brothers, cih," attack them increasingly become. Standing in front of the door left a rubber band jump game they liked.
In front of the window that opened wide and brought a fresh breeze blew into the room. Very soothing to this already tangled soul.
"Eh, does his father have a lot of money?" askthem.
"His father was only carrying a paddle pedicab. Where there may be a lot of money," their taunts chimed.
"While my father only worked in the office. Thanks to us only five thousand snacks," continued one of them.
"Damma!" Laughter from one of them.
"Son, yeah!" refute my sister directly. "My father never came home with little money," continued my brother innocently.
Look at them and my brother. I would love to break them down so as not to make a fuss. "Ana, no! Later Dad comes home and sees us fighting," I rebuked my sister who did not want to be ridiculed.
"Oh, he's just brave in the house" replied one of them.
My fingers are getting stiffer and want to pull my sister as soon as possible. Then I'd love to close that window harshly.
"Try to see ! Our pocket money is a lot, really," said my sister.
One of them advanced. "Ana, take a look! Where's money?" ask them questions.
"It!" my brother said that it showed the coin which numbered one thousand and five hundred.
"Haha! Your money is just that. Where is that much! Your money can only buy candy, hahaha !" teasing them laughing.
My sister's face immediately looked down embarrassed while staring at the pocket money in the palm of her hand. "We can't get a lot of snacks" I replied directly.
"Haha! Ana, you have a brother who likes to lie, yeah!" taunt them.
"Yes, where some parents say the child can't have a lot of snacks," continued one of them.
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