The Struggle of a Child
Arriving at the relatives' house
"Yes Dad," I answered while looking at the path we were about to take.
After we finished ourselves off, we immediately left. This weak little body was already clean I flush and now we just wear flip-flops.
"Liyan, when you arrive, take care of your sister, son," my father asked.
"Yes, Dad," I said. Standing at the door with my sister.
Ducky !
The door of the house was locked tightly. "Son, if you're going home soon, maybe you won't be there long" my father said. Stand up and calm us down.
The road I want to walk as early as possible. "Dad, if we get scolded, how about?" I asked, seeing my father who is taller than me.
While walking. "Son, they're good people, really," my dad's ballad immediately let out an answer.
Lazy mixed dislikes continue to envelop themselves. Being uncomfortable is really good. However, if this relates to my sister it further backfires which adds to the tangle of self. This further dragged both feet and a sense of rampage that pushed me to dare to reject my father.
"Father, 'the father's relatives are far away, '" I said, glancing at the father and holding my sister's hand.
"Son, it's far from our home. But on foot. We also got there," said my father slowly.
My brother's face and mood don't seem to like him very much. He's still walking. However, the two glances of his eyes also spoke that he did not want to.
"Ana, will you like it there?!" said father.
Not a word comes out to answer it. With a heavy heart my sister forced her feet to walk.
The feet kept on following my father who walked the steps. "Liyan, I ask you two not to fight, yes, son," continued my father who walked first in front of us. "If you guys are fighting. Later I don't know anymore to leave you guys, son," he continued who continued walking happily.
"Sister, let's just hide" my sister asked, looking at me.
"Stttt! Ana, no! Poor Dad, Sister. Dad's gonna come up with us. Hows it? You want us to be punished and not to be loved," I said. Walking with my sister.
My sister looked down sad. "So, I don't want to live there!" whining my sister, begging while crying.
Seeing my sister's tears really sliced through my heart. I could do nothing to prevent the intentions of the father who would leave us at his relatives' house.
"Friends Father is evil, Brother," my sister continued, glistening her tears.
The small arm continued to shine tears that continued to drip. "Son't never been there, has he?" ask my sister to know.
It was so heavy for these lips to answer. "Ana" I said hugging my sister.
"Liyan, Anna! Why are you guys so long? Hurry up, Son. The afternoon hunt. I can't make any more money, son," urged my father, stopping waiting for us who were far behind.
My sister was so panicked when she saw my dad stop. Soon she might wipe her tears and continue to cover her face behind me.
"Liyan, don't make me lose my rent this afternoon, son," said my father, waving a hand calling us to walk quickly.
"Ana, wipe your tears!" my door was gentle as I glanced at the tip of my father's feet who was still happy to stand and wait.
"Hurry, Son!" ask my father not to realize that his favorite child is crying.
I kept on covering my father's face. "Dad, the house is far away?" ask me slowly while dragging both feet very heavy.
"We'll be here soon, son," my father said. Walk in tight.
"Sister, let's just go home" whispered my sister who would not look straight at the road.
As smart as possible I persuaded my sister to look calm walking together with the father who was very enthusiastic to leave us.
"Assalamualaikum" said my father from the door.
"Wa'alaikumussalam," he said from inside the house.
The kreeek!
"Liyan, Iris. This is your aunt's house. You guys will be here for a while. Before I come home to pick you up," said my father with a warm face.
"Yes, you're here first, yeah!" mutilate.
This self is so heavy want to say his talk. Both feet are heavy to get in and out.
"Sister, we're just outside" said my sister, holding my arm tightly.
"I'll take my son first, yes !" my father smiled kindly.
"Yes, Bang. They just play here first" he replied with a friendly smile as well.
Finally, this afternoon we were staying by the father at the home of his estranged relative.
"Dad!" call my brother sad.
"Son, there will be your brother and many friends here" my father explained, stroking my sister's head so she can be quiet and not cry. "Here, there's your brother too" he continued, kissing my spoiled sister.
"Daddy wasn't long, was it?" ask sister.
"No. I'll just be a minute, really," replied my father, turning his body away from us.
"Daaaah, Father," said the two of us in unison.
A smile was knotted warmly as my father turned to look at us. "Sister, I don't want to go in" said my sister.
"Liyan, quickly bring your sister in!" with a less happy face.
A foreign home and no hospitality welcomed us who were already afraid of the situation.
"Ma, who is that?" ask one of the children who is not the same age as us.
"That's our relative's son" he replied.
Me and my sister who were standing in the corner of the wall listened to him and silently stared. The two of us sisters did not dare to sit down.
"Remain here, Ma? They don't have a house?" ask his pretty son.
"Have it, but their house is contracted" his mother replied, staring at us with disdain.
My sister and I remained silent and did not dare to move for a while. This weak little body was extremely shocked to see all the happenings.
"Ma, tomorrow they won't have to come here! I don't like to be friends with people like that, cih," continued his arrogant son.
Their faces of mother and son look the same when staring at us. "Why didn't Mama just tell him to go home?" ask her not so happy son.
His mother just kept quiet and looked at us with a face full of hatred. "If Mom refuses. His father did not want to leave" replied the mother directly.
I was stunned when I heard that talk. The sister who was standing next to me continued to stare at the floor sadly.
"Sister, that guy's bad. I've been left here by my father" my brother explained, looking down.
Standing around is what I can do right now before my dad gets home. The displeased look of his eyes still floated in front of the two of us.
"Mom, I don't want that guy here" said his disdainfully staring son.
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