The Struggle of a Child
Swallow
"Yes, son, I know. Mother also actually likes," continued her mother who away from us.
"Yes, just tell that guy to come home. What's here!" cibir.
For a moment, his mother was silent and said nothing. He seemed trapped by himself. Sit and look at us, that's what he's doing.
The two of us who were still standing in the slightest did not dare to raise our heads looking at them. We just kept silent while counting the hours my father came home.
"Sister, this guy doesn't like us" whispered my sister slowly. Stand up like a scared person.
"Sttt!" I told my sister to shut up. "Ana, this is Daddy's relative's house with a rickshaw daycare" I said.
"Yes, Dad, if you leave the pedicab here," greeted my sister. "This man is all evil, brother," said my brother. Moving slowly.
My head looked down and I occasionally looked up at the window. Where my father used to keep his paddle pedicab.
"Sister, I'm tired of standing up," my sister moaned, moving her little body.
After hearing that I was very confused what to do. My weak little body felt the same as my sister, tired and wanting to sit down.
"Liyan, Iris. If you want to sit. Just sit there!" yells. Stand up to us.
My sister and I met face to face. A little bit of sadness is seen in both of our eyeballs . "Ana, sit!" tell me, glance at the floor as a gesture.
"We sit together, brother," asked my sister with a pleading face.
With a heavy heart I was forced to sit on the floor with my sister. "Ana, we're just sitting here" I said, looking down.
"Sister, old dad's home, isn't he?" ask my brother who is uncomfortable.
We both sat. "Ana, maybe I'll just go home" I said. Sitting calms the heart.
This very strange house is very holding poor self. As soon as possible I persuaded my sister so that she could survive for quite a long time.
"Sir, I'm going home, really," I said, looking back at my restless sister and staring straight out.
Sitting in front of the door was very calming. Seeing the person passing in front of the house made me not so anxious. It even makes me excited.
"Dik, I'll be back soon. Don't fear!" hope I'm very worried.
My sister's face was very pouting and mixed with anxiety to quickly return home.
"Sister, do you know how to get home?" ask sister. Sit and turn to look at me.
Shock once I heard it. My brother's whining wants to go home non-stop. "Ana, I'll be home soon, okay" I said softly.
"Son, this is food!" his mother said, swinging a pack of snacks.
My sister and I reflexively turned their heads looking towards them. "Ma, here's the food for me," he said, taking the snacks.
"Yes, that's for you" the mother replied, glaring her sharp eyes at us.
"Yes, Ma" he answered directly.
Brak!
Jajan was opened by him and seen by both of us. That's how I feel with my sister.
"Sister, aren't you giving us snacks?" asked my sister, raising both pitiful gazes.
I looked down sad while swallowing. "Nothing, sister," I replied.
My sister's face was so sad to hear my answer. "Sister, but I want a snack. I'm hungry, brother," whispered my sister slowly, looking out.
"Ma, the snacks are good. Why just this, Ma?" his question was intentionally.
"Ma, when we buy again. Don't love that guy!" he said, looking cynically at us.
Sadness mixed with it is what lies inside now. A very slashing word sharply sliced through the chest. There's not much I want but to go home soon.
"Ma, I just bought a snack" said his son. Walk fetching a packet of food from inside a small cupboard. "This, Ma," he said, handed the snack in his mother's hands.
"Son, your snacks just spend it all. You'll be starving" said the mother, who hated us.
Tears tried to hold me back so as not to fall and make my sister sad. Sitting in front of the door without a warm welcome after the departure of my father was very self-punching stooped in the corner of the door.
"Mama take it easy. His face is just a little more" he continued, licking his hand.
"Well, you're smart, then" praised the mother.
"His name is also Mama's child, yes it must be smart," greeted him with a petty smile.
Plastic snacks located on the floor I stared at while swallowing saliva. "Sir, who knows? He gives his services to us, "continue with all plain conviction.
Hearing him my brother just kept quiet. Little did he not want to answer, let alone look at the snack wrapper located.
"Son, if every day you snack, must be full too" his mother said as if mocking us.
"Yes, that's it, Ma. His name, also jajan. Mama will know that I like snacks," he explained, looking at the snacks he was eating.
"Sister, if I give you a snack. I must have bought it!" said my sister, pointing at the stall seen across the street.
The texture of the snack I saw was very pleasing. However, what is it that I can only swallow as an antidote to cold.
"Sir, later if Dad has come home, we buy snacks," I said, filling my empty brother's heart.
Silent eyes mingled please bow at a glance. "Son, why don't you give us a snack?" ask my sister back with a whimper.
The confusion I felt was very attractive both eyes turned away from him for a moment. "Sister also forgot to bring money," I said, staring at the snack hanging in the stall next to the street.
The door of the house that we sat down immediately accommodated a lot of snacks hanging in the front stall.
"Sister, I want to buy that!" I said, pointing at the long bear candy with both eyes.
Seeing me my sister was instantly silent with her expectant face. "Sir, that's why we go home. Let's get a snack at home," my sister suggested nodding while pulling my arm. "Yuk, Brother. We go home, "take her lightly.
It's really sad for me. I want to move but I am helpless. "Sik, briefly! Let's wait for Dad to come home first," I persuaded me gently while holding my sister who wanted to stand up.
"But, Dad a long time ago, brother," whined my sister.
I patiently continued to seduce my sister to stay seated. "Dad, 'will you find more money to buy ice, '" I said.
The cynical face of the child and the mother who were mixed with hatred did not escape from staring at us. They both look so angry. My view met their view.
"Who are they?" ask the child who wants to know.
"That's the son of a relative of Mama's," the mother replied with a heavy heart.
"Iiss, why do you have relatives like that?" complained asked. "Ma, the light that was like last night. Much money. If it's Mama's relatives. I like it," he said.
An empty bag of snacks flew in the wind and was lying right in front of us. The saliva I swallowed because of the cold made me want to take the wrapper.
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