The Struggle of a Child
Refusal
Finally, my father stopped his steps for a moment. "Well, this is kid! The shirt's open, isn't it?" dad said. Stand up give a snack.
"Thank you Dad," my sister replied with her spoiled voice.
The journey we continue to travel through. The day that was about to twilight accompanied our slow steps. Along the way I enjoyed the snacks I had wanted for a long time. Walking behind my father was very calming while opening the next snack.
"Liyan, were you there playing?" asked my father, tilting his body while looking at a glance.
The snack that has entered the mouth directly depends. Walking with the blockage in the mouth saw my quiet brother and devoured his choice of snacks.
"Yes, Dad," I replied feeling a little guilty for lying to my father again.
"What are we playing, brother?" ask my sister who didn't hear my father's most dear question.
The snack that was still in the mouth suddenly stopped and held the throat so as not to swallow it. It was the nervousness and stuttering that attacked this long move. Now I'm stuck again between a brother and a father who both don't know.
"Sister, we're going to buy snacks" said my sister, who thought I didn't know. "Dad, we're going to buy snacks" my sister said innocently to my father who was watching us from the people who crossed the path.
"Yes, Son. I know you guys buy snacks and eat snacks," said my father softly. Pulling my brother's arm out walking on the sidelines.
I kept chewing and finished the other one. Right now I'm venting all the frustration with the clothes that are in my grasp.
"Dad, if you knew we were buying junk, why would you go back?" my sister complained resentfully about giving my father questions related to his relatives.
Half way through. At first glance I turned my body looking back to stare at the road we had passed after a long time walking.
"Dad, if we play, then our clothes will get dirty," I said, stoning in my mouth.
Walking three was still heard stepping on the path that unfolded. "If it's dirty, I can wash it, son," said my father from the front to guide the way.
"Dad, later if you get dirty Daddy is tired," said my sister kindly. Mature oafish.
The road we've been on with my father and sister looks like an impressive struggle.
"Dad, I'm still hungry too" I groaned.
Both legs continue to walk until tired no longer feel haunting self that has been waiting for a father that we love so much. Not many words came out along the deserted road.
"A little while we're here" said my father, looking straight ahead.
Even the footsteps are starting to feel tired. But the house we had left a long time ago is now seen welcoming us. Tiredness that attacks the tiny weak body is more and more treated when the door is already visible.
"Sister, it's late" said my sister, looking at the open house.
"So, I'm tired, brother," I said. Standing in front of the door while looking at the clouds that had started to darken.
Standing in front of the door was our custom before entering. Wanting to play outside was also our habit before dusk. Pages that have not been on the broom for a long time do not look as dirty as usual.
"Sister, if we're outside first, '" said my brother hanging his words while turning his head to look at the clothes and yard.
"Why did you see your shirt?" I looked down in wonder to see my sister standing up.
"My body is dirty, brother," replied my sister, looking around at the clothes.
"If it's dirty replace the one that just. I'll never be angry if you change clothes" I suggested.
The astonishing thing tickled the heart to see my sister who again began to want to play like before. A small, agile step forward from the door.
"Ana, come on in!" I shouted to invite him who already wanted to play as usual.
"Nobody go in first!" my sister cried out her hand in the air as a rejection of my invitation. "I still want to be here to see the chicken, brother," said my sister. Standing behind me.
"Liyan, don't get out of the house, yeah!" my father's pinta screamed from the kitchen. "This is maghrib. Later if you are outside a lot of demons," he continued saying what he knows.
"Dad, we're just here" said my sister, shouting loudly to tell our father, who was worried about us that we were running from in front of him.
"But this is maghrib, son," cried my father firmly. "Dad doesn't like it when you go out of the house maghrib-maghrib kayak gini," said my father, who filled the room with a voice echoing on the ceiling.
Seeing my brother who was not listening led me to lie to my father again to cover up my brother who had been told.
"Dad, we're not far away. We've come in, Dad," I said aloud. Standing in front of the door while waiting for my sister to turn her head to look back right at me who was waiting for her earlier.
"Hurry in and shut the door, yeah!" yell my father back from inside .
My father's insistence made me more upset and did not understand what to do to prevent my sister who really likes to play outside the house.
"Sir, the fruit is many, yes," my sister joked the emotions that lent within.
"Ana , come in! You didn't hear Dad call us," I urged him to bite the molars hard.
With fun he increasingly walked to take a wooden branch and scribble the ground with as he pleased. My heart was happy when I approached her. He no longer felt sad as a result of what had happened.
"Ana, what are you drawing again?" my many. Standing up saw a twig of wood that spun him over the ground.
"Sister, I draw this," replied my sister lightly. Rotate the twigs throughout the unfinished drawing.
The closer I looked to see what he was drawing. "Ana, you love drawing here!" I said with full question marks.
"Because it's cold in here, brother," replied my brother briefly. Continuously twig until it forms what it wants.
The twigs kept on spinning filled under the ademic tree. "Ana, now we're in. I told you to, ", I whispered. Standing looking at a face.
"You don't want to come in. We haven't played outside in a long time, brother," my sister regretted continuing the painted face shape.
"But, sir, we're just out playing at Daddy's love," I said, pulling my sister's arm.
"Sister," he shouted over my arm. "I don't want to go in. If you want to go in, Brother, just" reject my brother rudely. "I want to be here. I'm bored in the house" he said, pushing my tiny body to the ground.
The deg!
I was immediately limp and surprised to see my sister who came back rude to me. Confused mixed in wonder I stood looking at the change in his attitude that suddenly changed.
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