The Struggle of a Child
Keep promises
Instantly I felt very happy. "Really?" I get serious while sitting.
My sister immediately nodded mixed sadly staring softly at the end of her bent toes.
"Sister doesn't believe it yet" I said, turning around to grab a blanket. "You do that a lot, brother. Say promise. But what?" I regret, covering my face with a blanket.
"Sister!" call my sister while pulling my blanket. "True, I won't be naughty anymore" he said with great emphasis. Silence back down full of regret.
"Sister can't believe it. If you've changed," I said, giving my sister a little lesson. "Later if you believe in your brother. Must you change again?!" I continued with a mixed tone of voice disappointed.
"Sister! So, you can't believe that I don't like that anymore" my sister said upset that I didn't trust her anymore.
Not giving an answer is what's best for me right now. The blanket that covered the body from the cold of the night was already scattered as usual.
"Sister! So, you don't love me?" ask my sister, sad and sad.
"Darling, Brother" I replied. "You're the brother that most dear Brother," I said smilingly looking at him.
"But, why is it that big brother ?" ask my sister.
"Because you've always lied to Brother" I replied, swallowing disappointed. "If you believe in your brother, you'll be back, bad sister again?!" I regret being mixed up.
After hearing her my sister rotate her body shifts her seat away from me. "Because, I'm still a kid" replied my sister lightly.
It's so easy for my sister. I was back upset at his words. Sebal that had begun to subside now re-peaked to roll themselves.
"That's right! You're back!" my attack held a soft tone of voice so that our father would not hear it.
My sister reflexively turned her head to the right and closed both eyes strongly as a gesture of regretting her mistake.
"If you change. You must not say that again?!" scold my brother who likes to play games.
"This time no brother" said my sister. "I don't want to have a new brother" he continued, looking down sluggishly and hoping that I would forgive him.
"Sister don't know. Brother wants to sleep first, ah," I said lightly teasing my despairing sister.
My sister was silent and sad. I who was pretending to turn my body tilted stared at him with a bit of a sad feeling. This time he was completely different. I kept staring at him until I slept.
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"Liyan, you go first, yes!" my father shouted from outside.
"Yes, Father," I said vaguely with an uncollected consciousness.
"Don't play far, son! Don't leave the house!" hope my father begged. "Father seems to be coming home soon," he continued.
I immediately got up and sat down with my consciousness still hanging. The sound of the door that has been opened also sounded disturbing hearing that is still not friendly to the full.
"Liyan, take care of your sister! Don't fight, yeah !" pinta my father's. Standing in front of our bedroom door.
"Yes, Dad," I replied with a half-empty look.
"One more," said my father turning his body back. "Later if you want to eat, take it slowly, yes!" he continued softly.
Behind the curtains of the room I looked at my father's tall thin body with slightly dim eyes.
"Dad, I'll take care of him. But, surely he will whine for snacks?!" jera debunku.
My father's footsteps that had come out the door spontaneously came to a halt. My father looked at me with sadness. "Let's just say the same to your sister. Father will quickly return home," replied my father, holding back a little disappointed that he could not fulfill his daughter's wishes.
"Well Dad," I said. Stand up while holding the curtains. A little bit of my head looked out and looked straight at my father who was again enduring the sadness.
"Yes Father," I replied lightly as I glanced at my sister who was still fast asleep.
From outside my father stopped again. "Liyan, this morning don't you guys not eat, yeah. Take care of your health because you have to make a lot of money to pay for the rented house," said my father begged meekly.
"Yes, Dad. We will eat" answered the half-conscious.
My father turned his body and continued his journey. "Then I'll go first! Remember not to leave the house!" my father said strictly forbid.
I kept quiet and watched my father leave us. The feet that often stand and walk in watching us and also making a living are gone out of sight.
The tiny body that saw my father go to lock the door. Houses that are usually crowded with words from parents who are heard every day are no longer. Everything has changed, everything is back as it was.
"Ana, you're not awake!" call me, teasing my sleeping sister's body.
"Sister, I'm still sleepy" my sister's screams moved.
"It's morning, brother," I explained to him.
My sister's eyes are getting soaked with spoilt. Her small body that rolled over on the bed seemed to relax rejuvenating my chaotic mind due to my sister's recent actions.
"Sister, is Dad gone?" ask my sister slowly.
His voice surprised me. I who was sitting immediately turned my body to look back. "Here you go" I answered briefly. Sit while looking at our situation.
"Ana, aren't you hungry?" manya.
My sister was silent as if she was thinking something. "Not yet, sister," he replied spontaneously. Silently staring at the ceiling of the house.
"Dad today don't give me pocket money" I said to my sister who was lying next to me.
He immediately raised an eye. "I didn't ask for a snack, brother. I'm hungry today to eat rice," my sister said.
"So, if there's a salesman passing by?" I was surprised to mix in wonder. Silence turned towards her calm direction.
"If there is no money. I don't buy, brother," said my sister resigned.
A smile gulped down to see my changed sister. I thought I was floating back full of question marks.
"Sister, I won't be naughty anymore. Moreover, ask for snacks," continued my sister who made me more moved and amazed.
Silence listening to my sister that's what I'm doing now. I who sat with him in silence just looked at my sister who kept babbling.
"I made a promise. I won't be naughty anymore" said my sister. "Because I don't want to have a new brother" he continued.
I'm getting more and more intrigued to hear it. Holding the laughter in the heart firmly. However, the face of the sumringah still softly stares at my sister who keeps telling me about her.
"Sister, if I had a new brother. I'm afraid, later he's not good like Brother," he said slowly while feeling guilty all this time has made me tired of it.
"But if it's a new brother. Surely you don't like to fight, let alone mock?!" flat say.
"But I don't want to have a new brother. I just want a brother. Not the new brother!" refuse my sister to cry. "If you don't love me, it's okay, brother. But I don't want to have a new brother" he said the same thing to me.
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