The Struggle of a Child
Dad's Reproval
"Tomorrow we draw again, yes!" lulled me gently to seduce my sister.
"If we are given out, brother," my sister denied. "If not ? Kayak where?" his reasoning gave me a question I could not answer.
"Ana, if we're outside. Father will close the door," I said softly as I released my brother's hand which he brushed aside.
The sullen face and pouting lips he showed on the doorstep. The half-closed door was made by the wind. Standing silently staring under the tree softly. "Sister, I've been drawing them for a long time. Time should we stay," my sister's whine that ceaselessly stared at that guava tree that had been covered in leaves.
"Sir, that's why. Follow what Dad wants. Let us be given out tomorrow, "let me be gentle.
"What?" asked my sister, surprised. He threw his face away from me for a moment. "I often wish for Dad. But you never want to know, brother," replied my sister acting pretentious.
"You what?" I asked to come back to my sister.
"Or if I want to play outside," replied my sister immediately insistent.
I wanted to laugh but I pulled it off straight away. It is difficult to talk to a child who feels pretentious and feels pretentious most mature . But everything should be considered relaxed because my brother who is still innocent is always like that.
"Sik, how could you possibly know. 'And we don't have to tell you that Dad wants to come out" I replied directly, looking at my sister who couldn't leave under the tree.
"Pad didn't know, brother. If we want to play," my sister denied.
Standing outside following my sister looking down at the tree was very boring and mixed up because my father had told us to come in from earlier. This image that can be repeated again torturing myself is entangled by the selfishness of my sister who was too spoiled by my father from the past.
Tired and tired of seeing it and tired of making me give up and almost give up. The door that opened a little I looked at the quiet floor of the house.
"Yes, I'll make some more money" I said, standing up for my father who had taken care of us for so long.
"Dad, Brother!" snapped my sister left me alone and quickly entered the house. "Sister, never speak the truth" my brother reproached me from behind the door.
The deg!
I was more and more silenced by him and could not speak anymore. Looking at the nanar looking straight ahead with a blank look, that was all I could do as a gesture of replying to my sister's ambiguous accusations.
Her shadow that left me standing in front of the door just disappeared. "Dad, you know. If we want to play outside. But I don't want to give because we don't know the way home" I murmured slowly, staring at the nanar with a still empty view.
Slowly I dragged the limp of my limp over hearing the constant thudding and accusations from my brother.
"Because I'm afraid, if we're both punished," I muttered softly. Stand softly.
My brother's voice was no longer heard from inside. I was astonished not to hear her melodious voice disturbing hearing day after day.
Walking in to find out about him urged for me to see him immediately. "Dad!" call me in a slow tone of voice that keeps on caving in, staring around especially at the dark end of the kitchen. "Dad!" call me again slowly to protect ourselves from our father.
However, my sister's voice no longer filled the room of the house. The corner of the house that was not exposed to the light of the iron lamp I fixed so that I found what I was looking for.
"Dad!" call me again with a soft tone of voice mixed lightly.
At least I did not hear the voice of my sister whom I had been looking for a long time. "Ana, you're in the room, huh?" ask me to walk into the room.
The lit barren lights illuminated the entire house illuminating the floor I was searching for until I met.
Dooor!
The heart that was about to be dislodged made me limp and pale. "You used to make Brother like that a lot of times" I said annoyed. Stand before him.
"Liyan, Anna! Don't be so happy you laugh there, yeah!" scold my father from his room. "Now, how long will we fight again!" continued. "If you play do not miss the rickshaw!" continue with great emphasis.
Hearing him my sister and I immediately closed my mouth with a bad taste. Silence and timidness I stopped the intention to scold my already outrageous sister.
"That's going to listen to Dad," I said to my sister who always liked to behave as she wanted.
"Why with Dad, Brother?" ask my sister who takes everything lightly.
"Father angry again," I replied with great emphasis.
My sister immediately frowned while making unwilling lips. "Sister, Dad is often like that," said my brother naughty. "Eat him, Brother don't be afraid. Later we get caught," he continued as if he wanted to play hide and seek with me.
I fell silent again and was stunned by the words of my sister who seemed to hit me backwards to hit the wall. He cannot be compromised. He always felt the truest and pretentious of acting grown up.
"Ana, you don't make Brother angry once again," I hope to give it up.
"Liyan!" call my father from behind the wall as if he heard us still blaming each other.
Silence mute back approached with tight wrapped around this self. Tired of this leg supporting the tiny body that is often exposed to tame accusations by my sister.
"Don't make any more noise, yeah! Bairkan Dad pray quietly, yes son!" pinta is soft.
"Yes Dad," I replied straight away, turning around to stare at the wall.
"So, if you know. Then why are you still making a noise?" ask my dad to turn the question back to us.
A friend of trouble continued to roll this self that was silently pecking. The calmness of my sister made me squeeze a strong fingers mixed up. Complaints that are often heard roaring at home are considered by my sister only as the wind that passes by just like that.
"Dad, we're not a fuss," I regretted, glancing at my sister who didn't respond at all.
"If you don't fight. So, what did you hear that sound? From inside your room? Shouts loudly!" sorry father.
My father's talk is increasingly echoing into the eardrum. "Dad still says, if we fight, Dik," I complained claustrophobicly to see my little brother face all.
"Still little don't fight often, son! I don't want to see the two sons of Dad not getting along. Don't you love Daddy? Until you don't want to hear what I'm saying!" my father continued to swallow the bitterness of seeing us who were still fighting at all.
I immediately sat him on the bed. Reflecting on what my father said that hung his hopes on us both.
"Later one more time if you make a fuss, I'll leave you at the house of another relative of Father. Do you guys want to?" my dad asked us questions we didn't want to hear.
"Sister, I don't want to" whispered my sister directly. Sitting in the corner of his bed, pleading sadly.
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