The Struggle of a Child
Lick ones hands
Slowly this hand picked up the flying plastic. "What's that for?" ask my sister to know.
"Nobody," I replied indifferently as I put down the snack wrap.
"Why did you take it?" ask sister.
Shy and flushed I did not dare look at my sister who was looking at me fixedly. The hand that was holding the bag of snacks fell down rough and limp.
"Sister, want some snacks?" ask sister.
A gaze mixed with embarrassment saw the wrapping of snacks swirling in the wind. "Ana, I just want to know. What is jajan?" my speech.
The sad face of my sister still hasn't turned away from me. "Sister, if you want a snack. That's why, let's just go home" said my sister. Sit down and persuade.
I went back into silence gawking made by my sister. "Ana, I'm not hungry, really. Brother just wants to see the contents of his pocket," my light covered the face of my sister.
During our sitting we were both still staring at the hawker stall across the street. "If Dad had come home, we would have bought some snacks" whispered my sister. Sit next to me.
"Hopefully Dad will be home soon" I said with a hopeful face.
The open door was still faithful to accompany us waiting for the father. "Sister, I don't want to come here tomorrow anymore" said my sister.
Ahahaha !
The voices of the two of them, the son and mother were heard laughing happily. It was as if something was amusing about them until the laughter rang out in the air mixed with the wind.
"Ma, if that person comes tomorrow don't love me anymore. Later the guy eats here, our side dishes run out," he said spicyly.
"Son, that guy's coming home soon. So, it will not run out of side dishes," continued his mother.
"Yes, Ma. We'll eat later. The man ate," chirped his son.
The ears are hot to hear. The unpleasant rant continued to screech the ears.
"Sister, that junk, Brother threw it away?" asked my sister to shift my hearing.
"Udah, that!" I said pointing at the snack wrap with both lips.
"I think not yet" replied my sister, looking straight at the ground.
The door we were sitting on further spoiled the eyes that were looking out. "Why do you keep asking that ?" I'm not comfortable.
"I just want to know. How do you know Brother wants to lick the package because Brother wants to snack," said my sister.
Sitting alone at the door of my father's family's house is very satiating. If our house was very close, I would definitely return home.
"If you lick the wrapper, what does that person say, Brother?" asked my sister whispering silently.
The plastic wrap that made me almost embarrassed in front of my own sister was seen circling.
"Ana, you like to pay attention to Brother, huh?" my question, glancing at my sister.
My sister's face pouted sourly after she heard what I said. "Son's not gonna like the weird," my sister said.
Pluck up!
The plastic wrap flew back in the wind. "Ana, her filly name, what?" askaku while taking a packet of snacks that hit the cheeks.
I quietly did a little finger pick up the remaining snacks. "Mmm," I said in my heart while staring at the forefinger attached to the snacks.
"Ana, we'll buy some kayak kayak, yuk!" tease her.
"Wouldn't. I don't like to look at the snacks" my sister replied.
I'm appalled. "Why don't you want to?" manyu astonished.
"Sister, if I don't want to, yes don't want to," my sister continued.
As mixed with wonder I turned my head to see the fingertips that stick a little spice.
Mother and son's voices were still heard insinuating us who were sitting together at the door.
"Ana, the snacks are good," I said.
"That's right. Brother licked the plastic, didn't he?" my sister whispered with emphasis.
My face immediately turned pale. The fingers that stick to the taste of snacks that saves me as soon as possible. "No," I trembled.
"Oh, you must be lying?! Why is he looking down?" ask my sister who always looks at me.
"Ana, right. Brother didn't lie," I said, looking down .
The index finger that still looks like a spice former. I hid from the shrewd shrewdness of my sister watching my every move.
"If you are lying. I'll know?!" threaten brother. Sit while glancing backwards.
My sister's eyes are so astounding. "Ana, don't look back! That man will know" I rebuked.
"Sister, I don't like it here!" lamented brother. "I'm just going home. Bair we can fool around," he continued.
"Ana, no! Later Dad will be angry with us," said I persuaded my sister who increasingly took home. "If we go home first, Daddy's coming, how about?" manya sue.
"Ma, I'm hungry. I want to eat" said his son from behind us.
"Eat. Take the side dish on the table," said the mother.
I silently heard it. I feel like a poor little boy. "Sir, that guy's really mean, isn't he?" I whispered a little.
"So Brother didn't want to hear what I said" my sister replied. "Sister, I've been pinned down by Dad here" he explained.
For a moment I went back to listening to the conversation between the mother and the child who was from my father's relatives.
"Ma, the side dish is delicious. I'll take it again, yeah!" her door.
"If it's good to eat, son. That's Mama cooking just for you" the mother replied.
"Good, Ma. Then I take the fried chicken again," he said directly.
The chat that became an attraction for me to listen to until it was finished getting lighter mocking and insulting us.
"If you like to catch people here. We may not eat, Ma," said his son.
Pias's face was immediately revealed by me who was still sitting inside the house of relatives of my father who was not good.
"Tomorrow they're not here anymore. They're just here today" said the mother.
My father's relatives are not well heard. He has no heart. His face alone was so fierce, how could he possibly be good? Thought.
"Sir, we'll be home tomorrow. We don't have to come here anymore" I said firmly.
"Yes, Brother. I don't like living here either" my sister argued. "Sir, that's why we go home. Don't be here" my sister suggested.
While I still see the fingers that there is still a little snack seasoning attached. Slowly I silently licked the sticky rice. Being followed by both eyes saw the same thing to my sister.
"Ana, what are you eating ? Ayoooo!" I asked, flirting with my sister cutely.
A little nervousness was what he saw. "No brother," my sister denied directly, hiding her fingers.
"Hayooo! Brother look, really," my god, look at my sister's reddened face holding in shame.
"Sister, I have nothing. I'm just hungry," my sister's pretext covered everything.
At a glance my face changed while raising eyebrows in disbelief. "Ana, you must be lying too?!" threaten me, glancing at my sister who was pretending.
The fingers of my hand that I had tidied cleanly pulled my sister's hidden arm. "Try on, Brother look!" my door, pull his arm.
Gluey!
I gulped sadly at the sight of my sister who was filled with the finished snack season. "You took that too?" I asked, looking at my sister and the plastic straws that were lying.
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