The Struggle of a Child
Spending ice candles
"Then it means you have a good son" my father said.
"Yes, Dad. We're a good boy, indeed" my sister continued happily, sipping ice candles.
The ice candle I held I enjoyed with all my heart. "Dad, the ice candle is gone" I said, turning the ice candle many times.
"When it's over, kid! Tomorrow we buy again," replied my father while arranging the chili.
"Buy where, Dad?" ask my sister to know.
"Dad buy it far away, son! My father said, looking down to pick up the fallen chili. "Let's go to the market. I just bought it, son. You guys want to, right?" ask my father, pacing back and forth here and there.
The ice candle that my sister had shaved stopped at the end of her lips. "Why not buy it now, brother?" ask sister.
"Here it must be expensive, son?" my father asked, cleaning up the trash in the plastic.
The ice candle that stuck to my sister's lips immediately she swallowed violently. "Dad, it's cheap. There!" my sister said, pointing outwards.
"Haha! Father's son, if he wants to be obeyed," said my father with a laugh.
Ice candles that my father bought we shaved according to our respective parts. There are so many things I want to tell my father. However, for the convenience of my father's little family. I undo the intention.
"Dad, if you want. We can buy it" I said softly.
"Yes, Dad. We won't be long" said my brother. Standing in the middle of the door was glancing while concluding his sneaky smile.
My legs shifted closer to my sister. "Ana, you want to play, okay?" I asked, Standing whispering in his ear.
The ice candle in my hand had melted while my sister was very agitated because the ice candle was about to run out.
"Sister, let's get out" my sister whined.
Even the melted ice candle, I gulped until it ran out. "Sik, if we go out. Dad won't give," I whispered as I swallowed an ice candle in my throat.
Ice candles were instantly shaved by my sister. "Sister, just for a moment, really," continued my sister sad. "Because we can no longer go out" he said, complaining about all the problems.
"Liyan, Iris. Ice the candle tomorrow, I'll buy it again, son! This is when it's over, yes it is!" my father said indifferently.
"Dad, the ice is melting fast" I complained, throwing the plastic in the trash.
"Son, so drink it, not for long" my father explained. Walk while taking ice plastic.
"Dad, the ice is cold" my sister continued. Cute sauce.
Ice wax that dews through plastic. Dropping wetting table. "Dad, I ran out of ice, didn't I?" I asked, taking the ice inside the plastic.
"Sister, stay with me, yes," my sister asked, glancing at the icy plastic.
"Son, don't be afraid! That's the ice, I bought for each of you. So, don't be afraid to run out, son," my father replied immediately to see my scared sister.
The ice in my sister's hand was immediately swallowed until it ran out. "Sister, I'm finished with the ice" said my sister. Stand while pulling the ice plastic located.
I took a deep breath looking at my frightened sister. "Dad, you bought some more ice, yeah!" persuade brother.
My father who was busy with his kitchen world just nodded slowly while slicing food. "If you like to spend it, son!" my father was chasing time.
Looking at my sister who really enjoyed the ice candle gift from our father. My smile immediately knotted funny looking at his hand that was splattered with ice water.
"Sister, is Brother's ice still there?" asked my sister, glancing with an enthusiastic look.
The ice I shaved for a moment I stopped. "There, but only this," I said. Walk and sit outside.
The small stool located in the corner of the wall I picked up. Then I sat on it right beside the kitchen door.
"Engga," I regretted.
My father became our friend in the house. Still doing everything in the kitchen.
"Dad, if I wanted to buy another ice candle. Can you, Dad?" asked my sister to persuade.
My father's busyness made him not look at my sister. I who sat enjoying the ice stayed a little more staring at my sister with compassion.
"Dad, my ice is still a little bit longer, Dad," my sister whined while looking at the ice that was half over.
My father still remained silent and walked around busily. The whining sound mixed with complaints was not echoed by my father at all.
"Dad!" call my sister carefully.
"Yes, Son!" my father's mouth is soft.
The clothes that we haven't changed from last night were seen by my sister in awe. "Dad, angry with me huh, Dad?" asked my sister in her gentle tone of voice, looking at the ice she bit.
"Ana, I'm busy. I'm gonna catch up on time, son. After cooking I want to go again," my father continued, looking at the cooking that had been loosened.
I got up from my seat while pulling my brother's arm away from his father. "Ana, we'll buy some more ice" I whispered slowly.
"Sister, but I want it now," whined my sister, sipping non-stop ice candles.
We were standing far away from the father who was cooking. "Ana, we'll buy it tomorrow. Later if we drink a lot of ice. We can get sick, brother," I said.
I was more confused to hear the whining of my sister who did not stop. "Don't whine! I'll be angry and we'll be punished, Ana," I pleaded.
"Sister, but Dad won't give us any pocket money" whispered my sister slowly.
The deg!
Instantly I was surprised by the icy plastic I wanted to throw away, half hanging in the air. "Fuckin' guy?" I slowly asked. Followed by the hand that releases the trash.
Not long after that my sister glanced inside. "Yes, Brother. Dad won't give us pocket money" my sister said.
A step of my foot I dragged following the behavior of my sister who peered inside. "Don't listen to Dad. I'll never buy us ice again" I said, pulling my sister away from the door.
"Sister." My sister brushed my hand. "Eat him, I asked for money" my sister insisted.
The kitchen page that was the place for our discussion pulled this hair roughly. "Sister, it's hot in here," my sister whispered, fanning her neck with her fingers.
"Allah, just like that. You're on the heat. Shit!" my grumbling, turning my back to my sister.
"Why is my brother angry?" ask sister.
"Who is angry? Brother is not angry, really," I said directly, grinning bitterly.
The kitchen door that gives off the smell of cooking makes me hungry. "Ana, I'm ready to cook," I said, seeing my brother throw away the iced plastic.
The smell of cooking so spoils the nose that kisses it. "If we eat. We will not be given snacks, Sis," lamented my brother disappointed.
"Ana, but Brother is hungry" I said, looking at my sister.
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