The Struggle of a Child
A happy heart
The afternoon was half-dusk. We were both still standing waiting for a father who hadn't been seen yet.
"Why did we forget to bring snacks, brother ?" ask sister.
I just kept glancing at my sister. The hunger he endured was visible on his face now. How pale her cute face was.
"Ana, you just sit down" I suggested.
"Sister, where are you sitting?" ask my sister listlessly.
The body of the road that we stepped on I looked around. "Here it is!" I said, pointing at the tree standing.
My sister immediately looked under the tree and also up into the tree. "Sister, I'm afraid of the fruit" my brother said, looking up at the tree. "Fruit much. Where will it fall, brother?" tanyakanya.
I quickly raised my head following my sister to see the fruit. "Yes, it's a lot. Later if we fall we will be hit?!" reply me, shift from under the tree.
From then on until now we both stood waiting. The passersby each turned their heads looking towards me and my sister.
Shame was definitely felt in this mind. The long road and the cold wind did not bring our father.
"Son, don't don't don't you don't remember we're here!" my sister's cetus makes me riled up.
Suddenly I glanced at my sister directly. "Ana, that's impossible" I said in a panic.
Standing in front of the road body we still do it to see the father who has long gone looking for money.
"Where to know, brother. The proof until now Father has not come home," my sister timpal lightly.
"Dad!" the word pekan shouted reprimanding my sister.
"Why is Brother upset?" ask sister.
"So don't want to stay here for long" I replied.
"Why?" ask my sister astonished.
"Because Big Brother is hungry," I replied directly, looking at my own sister who until this moment looked agitated.
Of the many people who passed by none of them was the father we loved the most.
"Dad, nothing yet, brother," my sister lamented disappointed.
A lethargic face holding back the hunger stared at my restless sister standing by the side of the road.
"That's Dad," I said immediately gladly pointing to the end of the road.
"Where, Brother?" asked my sister, shifting to follow the index finger I put in the air.
"Hm!" My sister's getting pissed. "Sister, it's not Dad" he said, looking down.
"I don't think Dad," I said, looking down in disappointment.
The forefinger that was pointing with a reflex spirit just fell down. Disappointed to see the roadside we were on.
"Sister, it's soon night" said my brother, looking up at the sky.
"Yes," I said, following my brother saw the sky too.
The sky that was no longer bright was like the day stirring the heart that looked at him.
"May you come home soon" I said, standing by the roadside.
"Yes, brother," replied my sister expectantly.
The half-narrow body of the road remains an option for us in calming down the restless ones because the father has not yet come.
"If you haven't come home tonight. Let's go home, Dik !" I said sad, seeing a day that almost wanted dark. I kept staring at the street while remembering that our house was locked.
"Son, if we go home where are we waiting?" ask sister.
I'm back confused. "We walk slowly. Let's meet Dad, "I replied lightly.
The long road was stared at by my brother from end to end. "Sister, if we walk. We're also quick to get there," my sister continued desperately looking at the road.
The tree leaves that were carried by the wind were attached to the end of the flip-flops I was wearing. "We're the way. The road is slow," I was excited.
"If so we call it not later, brother, but tomorrow," my sister said.
I feel like I want to be thrown backwards. The spoiled sister all this time was now almost willing to turn into a monster.
"Yes, lengga la, Dik," I argued gently. "We got caught today, too," I continued lightly.
The wind is getting stronger. The dried leaves are increasingly flying attached to both feet. "If you can. Brother has found Daddy working," I murmured slowly while looking over here and there.
"I'm like that too, brother," continued my sister who apparently listened to him.
With a face of bleaching depression I turned my head to look at my already restless sister.
"Sister, it turns out that it's not good if we don't have a mother," my sister regretted, staring at the ground softly.
Gluey!
Swallowing spit is what I did when it disturbed my hearing. The shock and disbelief with which I heard widened both eyes .
"Don't you like it yesterday?" my many. I recalled my sister's past denial about it.
"I mean Brother, our real mother. Not him," continued my brother plain and light.
Surprised again that's what's happening right now. I think my brother regrets what happened. However, it was a pity that she missed our dead mother.
"Mommy's long gone" welcome me down sad. "So don't remember anymore" I suggested.
"That's for Brother. If I don't!" reject brother.
The cold afternoon air hit the tip of this foot until it felt cold. I don't know why my dad hasn't come home yet. Of the many people who walked across us, none of their faces showed our father's face.
The afternoon trip that made us stand on the side of the road waiting for the father turned out to produce sweet results.
"Ana, it's Dad!" I said happily pointing to the end of the road.
"Where's Brother?" ask my brother who can't wait to go home. Run closer while picking up a dry wooden branch.
"Hm!" My sister was disappointed.
"Why, Sister?" I asked, looking at my brother who wrote the land with twigs.
"That's not Dad later, sister," he replied a little desperately.
Seeing my brother's disappointment. I raised my head while confirming what I saw. "That's Dad, sister," I said affirming what I saw in him.
Back my sister raised her head. "Yes Brother. That's Dad" my sister said happily. "Sister, let's go home and I can snack," cried my brother happily.
"Dad!" call me happy, look at my father's rickshaw that's getting closer.
His tired face immediately looked happy. "You guys have been a long time, son?" asked my father from the top of the rickshaw, turned to where my father kept the rickshaw.
"Dad, we go home, yeah!" take my sister quickly.
My father, who came down from the rickshaw, turned his head to look at us with a tired smile. "Son, would you excuse me to come home?" asked my father innocently, covering the rickshaw with a tarp.
A face full of secrets meets each other face to face. We each implied we wanted to hide everything from the father.
"Dad, they've rested," I said diverting while neutralizing my father's weary mood.
"What, Son?" asked my father a little surprised. Stop with a face full of question marks looking at me.
I was shaking a little. However, my shrewd self finally, was able to neutralize the mood that would be clearly visible on the face.
"Yes Dad. Aunt was tired, Dad. So, we don't want to bother him," I replied directly with a raging heart.
"Our father fought often. So, we don't want to go inside. We will make a storm there!" connect with my pretty smart sister.
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