The Struggle of a Child
Tucked in relatives' homes
"Liyan, Anna!" call my dad hard from the inside.
"Yes, Dad," I said, running up to my father.
"Son, eat! Don't play anymore. Dad has everything ready. After that, clean yourself up! We're leaving" said my father with a bent face.
Feet that were very happy to enjoy a delicious meal suddenly came to a halt. "Dad, where are we going?" aska I want to know.
"Yes, Dad. Where are we going? This is our house?" asked my sister and stood behind me.
My father rushed into the room. He took some of our nice clothes. "Son, today you will come with me" said my father sadly.
I immediately froze. "Dad, where are you going?" ask me to go back and find out.
"Son, this afternoon. I'll work again. So, you're going to put me in the house of his relatives, Dad" my father explained.
My sister's footsteps quickly stepped in to approach my father who made up our clothes. "Dad, I don't want to" my sister refused directly. "Father's relatives must be bad, '" he continued.
I did not eat after hearing the names of relatives. Slowly I dragged my feet barbed by the door of our father's room.
"Son, it's impossible for me to leave you two here" said my father, turning his head toward us who were standing behind him.
This weak little body was growing trembling. The pain that half wants to heal back up and shiver.
"If Dad comes home long ago. Who are you guys here tonight, son?" my father asked with concern.
"Dad, we're brave, really," I replied directly. "We're not afraid, Dad," I said.
The clothes that almost want to be neat stopped my father just like that. "Son, I know you're a very brave father's son. But, what night could Dad possibly leave you here!" my father said, turning the body looking at us. "Now eat, son. Don't make me late for money!" my father said I have.
Both feet were heavy and I was forced to drag the rice. "Sister, I don't want to. Relatives Father is evil," my sister cetus.
The rice I took slowly gradually grew slower. "Ana, let's go with Dad" I suggested.
The plate held by my sister put her back on the table. "Sister, why would you want to come with me? Brother will know that outside many bad people" chirped my sister.
"Ana, don't make a fuss! If you want to come with Dad. Eat up!" reprimand my father loud and firm.
The plate was far away. As soon as possible taken by my sister back. Sad mixed with pity I kept staring at my sister who was filled with rejection.
"Sister, I don't want to. We are in the house. Tell me Dad, why?" my sister asked me a question.
Sadness again adorns our humble home. A lot has happened, however, until now all are still staying with pleasure.
"Ana, you can't say to me. Later Daddy's sad, Dik," I reply. Stand glancing at my sister.
My sister's face was so sad while sitting in the corner of the kitchen door. "Sister, why do I have to work again?" ask my sister. Sit while holding his plate.
"Ana, but you're going to ask for a lot of money to buy ice" I replied to my sister's question.
This weak leg I dragged while carrying a small stool sitting next to my sister. "Ana, the rice ate first," I persuaded me gently to my sister.
"Son, I'm not hungry" said my sister with a clear face.
"Why aren't you hungry ?" manyu astonished.
The rice that was already inside the plate lazily he touched it. "Sister, if we shut it down at Dad's house, I don't want to. Then we better go to school tomorrow," said my sister tickled.
The rice I chewed stopped instantly. "Ana, we're still on holiday" I replied directly as I chewed the rice.
Hearing my father's welcome from the room was like a disaster heard by the ears. "Dad, briefly. We still have plenty of rice" I said.
The rice that is still a lot of rushing in the way we have to spend. "Huk, uhuk, uhuk! Brother, I'm choking," cried my sister. Get up and get a drink.
Half a foot covered the door. I slowly dragged away so that my sister could enter unhindered. "Ana, so eat slowly" I rebuked. Sitting up and glaring at the eyes saw my sister climbing up with a bench pouring drinking water.
The shadow of my busy father wanting to leave for work immediately covered half the road that we often went through from the kitchen to the middle room.
"Sister, drink it a little more" said my sister, putting down a glass.
The rice is almost gone. I swallowed it rough. "Huk, uhuk, uhuk! Ana, can you have a drink, please?" ask me while holding the choking throat.
Our noisy voice from the kitchen was heard by my father so my father stood up and saw us alternating drinking.
"Other times, if you eat it be careful !" said father.
The mouth of the glass that was set on my face reflexively urged the small hand to keep it away instantly from me.
"Dad, we're in a hurry" I turned my head softly.
" Even though Dad told you to hurry, but you must be careful! Don't let you guys get to the rebar!" pinta my father gave me advice. Moving in front of us.
The rice that had run out on my sister's plate now she put it in the dirty dishes. "Sister, are we leaving now?" ask sister. Stand up and look at me for a moment.
I drew my breath while dragging both feet and put the plate and glass into the bucket. "Yes, Dik" I said as I glanced at my father who had taken the hat.
My sister's face glimpsed glumly mixed unwillingly. "Sister, I don't want to come with you" my sister complained. "Because the man is evil Brother" my brother explained, recalling a little of the past.
"Ana, who knows they're not evil anymore?" I asked a question about my sister.
That unwilling face was also clearly etched before me. "Sister, if the bad guys. It's gonna get worse" said my innocent sister.
The weak footsteps that I was very later to come to depart suddenly hesitated and hesitated. "Silver so, fear, brother," I said. Standing in the kitchen while glancing at the father who was already wearing shoes.
"Liyan, Anna! Come on quick, son. I want to go now, "take my father with a cup of mineral water.
"Dad wait a minute! We take a shower first" I beg.
Hurry up and we take a towel and cleanly. "Dad, is this our shirt?" I asked, floating clothes in front of my father.
My father pulled both of his lips. "Yes, Son. That's your shirt, Liyan," replied my father, putting down the cup.
The clothes that were available we brought into the bathroom. "Ana, here's your shirt!" I said, handing over a pair of pretty clothes in front of my sister.
"Is my brother wrong?" ask sister.
"Son, that's your shirt. This big brother's shirt," I said, showing it in front of my sister.
"Son, when you guys get there. Don't be naughty, yeah!" please my father beg gently.
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