The Struggle of a Child
Delikan my father
"Sister, if you want to go in first, just go in. I don't want to," refused my sister, painting the land back.
Standing up long enough and coaxing her was a waste to me. It's been my patience to see him write the ground incessantly.
"Ana, if you know we're outside. Dad will punish us again" I said, looking at the painting of the mother's face that we missed.
"Sister, I still want to be here. Because I miss Mom," my sister said softly, stopping the streak.
Immediately I listened to the outpouring of my sister's heart that preferred to vent it with a painting. That shady and affectionate face was clearly plastered on the ground.
The face that was never worn out was still beautiful when it was drawn on the cool ground. A smile that seemed instantly my mind floated considering a photo I had seen.
"Mother is very kind," I murmured softly. Standing following the twig of a tree that was spinning formed a perfect face.
I vaguely said it without even realizing it. The photo I saw was never forgotten by this memory until at any time.
"Ana, where did you see Mom's face?" aska I want to know.
"From Dad," my sister replied briefly.
The image of the affectionate face was clearly plastered on these two eyeballs. The hand that first found the photo flashed back in the recollection that almost escaped.
"Dad know where ?" ask my sister to pretend like I don't know anything.
" 'And Dad said my face was similar to Mom's" he replied, frowning.
"Oh-ho." I closed my mouth and turned my eyes to look the other way.
Secretly staring at the nanar. I was so funny to hear it too, it turns out that my sister gave me an answer that could make me laugh all of a sudden.
"You never said, Brother. If my face looks like Mom's," my sister said, preparing a picture of the face on the ground as she wished.
The picture was really fun when it was looked at inside. The shady and affectionate face is more and more beautifully displayed in the little eyes that have never seen the mother's world perfectly.
"Haha!" My laughter was humorous when I saw the reaction of my sister who said that to me. She was proud and pleased with her fickle face.
"Why? Brother, don't laugh!" reprimanding my sister dislike and returning to ask a question she did not understand from my laughter that sounded suddenly.
"That's it, you believe it. I'm just pleasing you so you don't cry" my lead who now loves to prank my sister.
His face was instantly manyun mixed with a frown. Unmatched confidence and happiness are instantly lost with the spark that comes out on him.
"Ana, I'm just entertaining you. Especially if you ask a lot. If you are dizzy hearing it. Dad must have said it was like that ?!" my back sangkal is getting more and more happy to make my sister sulk.
The twig was held by my sister and stopped on the ground. Not accept my words. He silently stood there and insisted on refusing it.
"Bel, brother. If Dad says so. It just wants to keep you quiet and not whine," said the more mocked he who was about to cry.
"Mother, Big Brother is evil," said my sister complaining as she held back tears. "Sister's mother said that Dad was lying," he muttered slowly, continuing to turn round to complete the picture with a complaint typical of my sister.
Spoiled and with full attention, she grew saddened to complain to a picture of the mother's face she had painted.
"Mother Sister evil. He doesn't love me" he lamented, not happy to hear. Her cute pouty face pouted forward as a sign that she was upset.
"I'll tell you later, Daddy, that Brother is evil" threatened my sister seriously.
The hue of my face immediately flushed in fear. The wooden branch I looked at seriously as I turned to look at the open door.
"Ana, you don't know that I've come to know. We both got the law," I snapped regretfully looking at him.
Refusing to disbelieve, my sister looked at me with a sharp gaze. "Dad won't punish us again, sister," replied my sister directly.
The sound of our quarrel was apparently heard by my father who was unnoticed by me and my sister.
"It turns out you haven't changed either, huh!" regret my father from the door. Stand up while shaking the waist.
A voice that suddenly sounded so echoed in the air made my hair goosebumps. Delikan my father turned out to be so electrifying feet that were tired of standing.
"You've said many times, don't fight anymore" my father explained. "Dad doesn't like to hear it. But you're still doing it behind Dad's back, sister, sister, sister!" my father continued without blinking a single bit and clucked in annoyance at seeing us. "Just at home, there's not an hour. You can't just calm down for a second!" he said that was upset to hear the commotion from outside. "Liyan, what did you say?" ask my father back firmly. Did I hear what he said or not?
It feels heavy I want to open my mouth. The foot of the father who stood in front of the door was clearly visible from the reflection of the rising sun.
"Dad tell me to come in! Not playing here and fussing there!" regret my father was upset because repeatedly we have not been able to carry out his mandate.
Shut up like a statue that's all we can show you now. The mouth that was clashing was no longer heard. Now only the twigs of the guava tree could be seen circling the ground in a small circle that did not get a reprimand from the upset father.
"From the beginning you two never get along I see. One hour is better. Half a day you fight. What the hell do you want, son?" ask my father to give up.
The mother's face was clearly drawn on the ground as if giving us advice as well. "It's all because of Brother" my sister whispered slowly, shifting closer to me.
Father's anger that made me freeze in addition to the babble of my brother who blamed me.
"If you don't tell me to come in. Dad can't possibly scold us, brother," my sister deeply regrets.
The self that feels constantly blamed immediately groans does not accept. However, all are run aground. I who wanted to avenge my sister was hindered because of the father who was still standing with a sharp delicacy.
"Dad still kept looking here," I muttered in fear, glancing at my sister who was still picking up her frustration.
"That's all because of Brother. Just try brother didn't force me in. I can't possibly know we're here" whispered my sister.
My brother's voice actually makes my heart hot. If only father had not stood at the door I would have attacked my sister again, I thought. However, because my father stood up and stalked us, I was forced to give up again for the sake of my father and sister.
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