The Struggle of a Child
Hungrier
"Sister, I'm hungry" said my brother sadly.
Hands filled with spices swung in the air and were covered by both of our seated bodies.
"Sister, I want to eat" said my sister.
I was surprised to hear it. How sorry my sister and I are right now. "Sir, I'll be home soon" I whispered, calming my sister.
"What time is it, brother?" ask sister.
I was very quiet and confused as to what to answer. While from my own sister until now still asking to go home.
"So don't know, brother. What time do you come home ?" I asked confused.
"So, where do you think you're coming home tonight?" ask my sister restless.
Over time I was unable to answer my sister's questions that continued to roll.
"Maybe we'll stay here" I replied directly.
That sad look on my sister's face. Really upset him because if I say it's true. Staying an hour here is like plunging yourself into a burning valley of fire.
"If old dad comes home. I went home by myself, "my sister doesn't want to hear anything anymore.
This chest felt tight when I saw my somber brother's face not excited. He was very angry when he heard what I said. He immediately ran away from the home of our father's relatives.
"If you want to be here. You are here" said my sister. "I won't want to stay here anymore" continued my brother bluntly.
It was bitter to taste my sister when she entered the house that was half open to us. "Sister, I'd rather stay out of the rain than have Dad put in here!" my sister protested.
For a moment I thought and looked at my chatty sister. The afternoon air that was blowing hard on this hair covered some of the pale face that wanted to rest.
"If we rain, we will get sick, sir" I said.
"Sister, than we should be here. Better we're out there" my sister regretted seeing our father's carelessness. "I don't know if this guy is good" said my sister.
As hard as I hold my heart to speak for the frustration of my sister who has been born inside.
"If you want to be here. My brother lives here. I don't want to" said my sister, refusing loudly. "Dad, love coming to this relative's house!" my sister's complaining.
Warung Jajan that we had just looked at was still dancing in front of my eyes. "Ana, when Dad comes home, we'll, won't buy snacks?" I'm gonna shift the frustration.
With a pout of annoyance my sister replied. "I'm lazy. I'm just going home!" my sister said ketus.
Looking at my brother who was getting hotter, I no longer dared to ask him anything. Sitting in front of the door holding my hungry stomach made my pale face sliced with pain.
"Do you know? I'm hungry!" my sister shouted a question.
I was so embarrassed and shut up. At first glance I glanced back looking at the two people sitting at the back.
"Are you hungry?" ask the woman.
My sister and I glanced and kept quiet. The hungry stomach is getting louder. As hard as I can hold it while swallowing.
"If you're hungry. What do you want to eat? Rice and side dishes stayed a little longer," the woman asked pretending to be sad. "Wait for la, yeah. Aunty cook first rice," he said heavy heart.
However, my sister and I remained silent and did not answer in the least. The way that was seen from the front door I kept looking at my father who was coming back.
"Dad hasn't come yet" I whispered anxiously.
"Sister, I'm afraid that Dad's coming home the other night" my sister grieves.
The sadness makes me sad too. His gloomy face squeezed this fingers even more strongly.
"Ana, don't tell me that! I'll be home soon, all right," I whispered slowly.
"But I'm hungry, brother," continued my sister, raising a hopeful gaze when someone came to feed her.
"Ana, but we ate already" I said.
Instantly I was very angry. My steps are not heard. The wall clock is turning. The hungry stomach is getting bigger.
"Ana, tomorrow we don't have to come here anymore" I suggested. Sit and look at my hungry sister.
"Yes, brother," answered my sister with a face that held hunger mixed with sadness.
Jajan just kept teasing want me who soon possible to buy it. The front door that became our seat this afternoon until we were tired.
"Ma, it's late afternoon. The door's not closed?" ask her son who doesn't like us very much.
The mother's voice from behind did not answer. "Ma, if the door is opened. There will be a lot of mosquitoes" he said.
Again, the mother's voice was not heard. The ear that sharpens the hearing now listens to his sigh.
"Sister, where are we? You're not home yet?" ask my sister to panic.
Seeing him panic. I no longer feel bad. Concerns are increasingly attacking themselves who do not know anything.
"Sister, they want to close the door" whispered my sister back in panic.
"Ma, it's gonna be a little night. Don't open the door!" he said with a hateful voice.
The hungry stomach is getting more excruciating. Not much pocket money I don't remember carrying.
Huhuhoo!
My sister is getting sad. The sound of crying suddenly came out disturbing the hearing that never stopped hearing the babbling of mother and child from behind.
"Ma, tomorrow don't have to give anyone more to come here" he said as he passed from behind us.
His mother is still silent to this day. I didn't know he was silent, like it or not. But obviously since then I have not turned sitting looking at them.
"If you're coming home, I want to tell you they're evil, brother," whispered my sister slowly. Sitting next to me waiting for my father to return.
"Sir, where will our old father come home?" tanyaku plain.
"I don't know, brother," replied my sister, staring into the body of the road.
"Dad, you know we're here but you've been home a long time" I complained, looking at the body of the road in annoyance.
They both sounded very busy as if they were telling us to go home. The clanking sound that came from behind seemed to urge us to go home immediately.
"Ana, we'll wait for Daddy there, yuk!" take me, see the road body.
"Come, Brother!" greet brother.
"Who knew you were there?" I said, asking my sister a question. Wake up and pull his hand.
"Yes, brother," replied my sister immediately standing up and following my steps.
The body of the road through by people we keep looking at to find a father who has not returned.
Pluck up!
The voice sounded loudly from behind. It was the sound of the door. I who stood in front of the road with my sister did not look back.
"Sister, is Brother still hungry?" asked my sister, staring softly.
"Yes" I answered briefly, looking at the long road.
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