The Struggle of a Child
Ice candle
"Ana, we don't have to fight them anymore" I said.
"But brother, they're evil," replied my brother.
Those who stand in front of the window are like a creepy scourge. Their faces were so cynical and scary.
"Ana, later if I hear we're fighting. I'll definitely scold us, brother?!" my reproach. Stand up and release the window.
Turn away those in front of the window. "Sister, we said the same Dad. If they are evil" said my brother, tilting his head slightly at them.
"Haha! Liyan, you're afraid of being scolded by your father, aren't you?" they asked, staring at us who were against the window.
"You're silent! Don't make a fuss there!" reprimanding my sister strictly forbids.
"Ana, don't fight them again, sister," I asked, pleading softly.
"Sister, but they're all evil. They've mocked us, brother," whispered my sister, covering her entire body from them.
"Biarin. 'And they're bad guys, '" I said, calming my sister.
My brother's innocent face was very moody in sight. The spirit that he had been cultivating had now suddenly disappeared.
"But they've mocked us, brother," replied my brother. Standing looking at me so quietly.
Standing in the room, turning my back to the open window, that was all I could do to protect my sister and myself from their evil attacks.
"Liyan, you're scared, right. If we keep mocking you and your sister. Ahaha!" they laughed from outside the window.
Time is getting narrower. The wall clock kept pointing at the number that my father's feet would soon sound.
"Sir, why haven't they left yet?" ask my sister listlessly. Stand up to count my pocket money.
"Maybe they still want to see us, sir," I replied in no direction.
Hearing their rant is what I can do right now. The rant grew longer and longer to quiet this weak self.
"Liyan, why are you and your sister locked up every day?" ask one of them who is curious.
The weak petite body was forced to turn obliquely looking towards the open window. "Because my father works" I replied as is.
"So, you two were deliberately locked up" continued the other.
"Not that!" dispute that one.
"So, which one?" ask the other one standing behind them.
Truly I have incessant hearing. Glanced at those who were standing right behind me.
"Because they are poor. So, don't go out, hahaha!" he laughed with a crisp insults.
The deg!
My tears are dripping right away. My legs that stood supporting this tiny, weak body wanted to fall to the floor.
"Heh, don't tell me that, yeah!" squealing my brother hard.
"Yes, my dad's coming home soon. I'll say, if you're bad with us" I chanted, looking at them in anger.
"Haha! Just say! We're not afraid," they said.
"Your attention, yes!" threaten my sister wants to grab their hair.
"Ana, no ! Later Dad will be angry with us," I rebuked, sniffed and closed the window.
Puk!
The window closed violently. "You guys go there! Don't bother us!" door pleaded.
"Liyan, don't tell me you're a coward, hahaha !" tease them while laughing. Hit our windows with a hard object.
"Basic coward!" their screams were heard from far away.
The sound of screeches attacking higher and higher was heard. From far away they still sound mocking us.
"Sister, they're evil" my sister complained. Standing while staring at the pocket money I had saved for a long time.
"Ana, but you don't fight. Later Father punishes us," I rebuke him who is very upset.
My sister's face didn't look down for long. "Sister, I'm afraid they'll make fun of me" my sister said.
"Fear why?" my many.
The pocket money that was the subject of ridicule was on my face. "Ana, that's why we're collecting money again" I suggested.
The metal money I stared fixedly. It is sad to see that is what is in my heart right now. How not? The pocket money that became my encouragement is now being ridiculed by irresponsible people.
"Ana, why did you see that money?" manyu astonished.
"Sister, I'm sad to see it" replied my sister.
"Sad why?" aska I want to know.
"that man made fun of him, brother," I replied.
Suddenly I was immediately swept away in my sister's heartache. The pocket money that I have been saving even makes my heart tickle funny.
"Sir, because of this money. We're being ridiculed" I said, staring at the coins and taking them from my sister's hand.
"Assalamualaikum," said my father.
"Sister, Dad's home" cried my sister gladly.
Jeglek !
The sound of the door crashing strongly against the wall. Footsteps enter slowly. "Where are you, son?" ask dad.
"We're here Dad," the two of us answered directly running out of the room.
"Dad, bring what?" ask my sister, take a bench and peek at the groceries.
"Dad, A... ." I immediately shut my mouth.
"Liyan, why are your windows closed?" ask dad.
My sister who wanted to hold the groceries was forced to stop her hand and look at me anxiously.
"Dad look. Your room window is closed. Did you just wake up?" ask my dad to be curious.
"Dad, we just woke up" I replied immediately cutting off the conversation my sister wanted to say.
"Did you guys sleep last night ?" ask my father, put down the groceries while checking them one by one.
"Yes, Dad," I replied directly, hiding what happened.
"Then you must not have eaten?!" asked my father, looking at us who were confused one by one.
"Dad, we want a snack" my sister pleaded.
Laughter on my father's face. "Well, I got this for you two. Must you like it?!" my father said happy, opening his own plastic.
My sister and I were surprised to see our father's unusual reaction. "You sure you like it, son?!" continued our father, taking it from the plastic inside. "Well, here we go!" he said while showing me the ice candle.
"Dad, I want to . Ashiiik!" my sister shouted excitedly and immediately took out an ice candle.
"Dad! How much ice did you buy?" I asked, taking the ice from my father's hand.
My father's face looks a little sad. The spirit that came out from inside him earlier, suddenly dimmed. "Son, I only bought four," my father replied, turning his body around to see the plastic that had been exposed.
"Dad, means we're two, two got the ice?" my many.
Instantly my father turned a slight tilt of his body looking towards me. "Yes, Son. You can only buy that," answered my father listlessly.
My father's grief was so great for me and my brother. "Father, we also do not want to eat ice a lot - a lot, really," said my sister directly.
"Yes, Dad. We'll be sick later" I said. Stand up and lean back while opening the ice.
My tired father looked straight at us. "Dad, so it's nice to have a child like you," my father smiled.
"Dad, we're also happy to have Dad, like Dad," greeted my sister as she sipped ice candles.
"Yes, Dad. Because we love you so much, Dad," I said, opening up another ice.
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