The Struggle of a Child
Exasperation
He no longer wants to speak. Seeing my face with nanar staring at me who turned back while carrying a change of clothes.
"Sister" call my sister.
I turned back around. I saw my brother calling me again. Stand upright while holding back the coldness that strikes the tiny body.
"Sister, I don't want to see Brother angry with me anymore" my sister pleaded. Stand up and feel guilty.
"Yes, Brother doesn't want to be angry with you either" I said seriously, glancing at the clothes I was holding.
"Sister, that means you love me again, right?" asked my sister hugging me tightly while looking at me who was standing taller than her.
"Yes" I said sincerely. "Son't I've loved you all this time, too," I said to be honest.
"Horry! I have a good Brother," cried my sister happily, jumping with both hands still tightly hugging my thighs.
I immediately pulled a smiley lip looking at my sister who had never been this happy. This morning I, like, didn't see my sister. The sister standing before me was now a much different sister than before. However, his powerful nature was still inherent in him.
"Then. I'll change my clothes first, yeah!" I begged my sister who had changed completely.
"Yes, Brother. I'll keep it here" said my sister in her innocent, long voice. Let go of his embrace with pleasure. "Sister, if you come I'll take a shower later" he said.
The foot that stepped into the room stopped. Followed by the right hand opened the curtain while pulling his head turned towards my sister who was standing behind me.
"Yes, but not for long, yeah!" my door gently pleaded.
"Yes Brother. I won't be long" said my sister, looking at me with her beautiful and beautiful face.
I am happy to leave my sister alone. In the room that has always been our playground. I changed my clothes to new ones.
"Sister, let's see people walk through the window, yeah!" pinta my sister asked for permission in a soft voice.
"Yes, it's up to you, sister," I said from inside the room while buttoning up a half-knee garment.
"Sister, I want to see it from the outside window" my sister said bluntly.
The deg!
A little surprised. The hands that were buttoning the clothes stopped instantly. "Ana, how can you see from there!" my shout loudly forbid my sister who started to make me raging again.
"Sister, I ride this," replied my sister from outside.
I quickly rushed out of the room. " Ride What?" manya panic.
"Good this, brother," said my sister pointing at the table.
"Don't, Sister!" I said spontaneously forbid my sister. "Later the table broke," I panicked.
It's back to my sister like the old days. Somehow he suddenly wanted to climb onto the table for a long time. I went back to racking my brains for a way out to stop my sister.
My sister looked down at the foot of the table. "Engga, Brother. It's strong, here it is!" call my sister waving her right hand, followed by the left hand checking under the table.
My breath feels like it's going to stop. My head was again tangled, like a thread. The idea of my sister always beating the tranquility incessantly attacked.
"Ana, the table's not strong, sister. Later if you go up, it could break and you hurt your leg" I said loudly forbidding my sister. Standing anxiously near the table.
"Sister, I can slow down. So, I'm not going to fall. Brother believed me," he persuaded with a dreadful seduction that weakened my decisiveness.
Now her loving face turned away from me. "Sister, I know I love you" complained my sister. "But, Brother does not love me," he continued. Standing up straight looking at the tips of his feet that were moving.
"Sister, I want to see it from here. I don't want to look at the door" my sister refused to protest.
"Why? 'The room windows are better, brother. Can look right out," I persuaded my sister in a flat tone of voice.
"But, when we look from the window of the room, that person comes again" my sister explained with a chaotic thought.
"Fear why ?" I almost gave up.
"The guy's bad, brother. Like mocking," replied my sister sadly.
Indeed, my sister's whining is like a big problem wrapped around this tiny body. The head that was cold was now hot again. Because of my sister who always relentless act.
"Ana, it was just last night. Today there will be none, Dik," persuaded my sister to gently advise my sister.
It was so heavy that my sister wanted to get out of the window. The table under the window was constantly inspected by him. His adult feelings again seemed to attract sympathy. I sometimes get excited to see it and sometimes get caught off guard. It all started from my sister who always insisted her will must be followed and did not want to give up.
"Sir, the desk's good. Nothing is broken" said my sister, pulling my shirt.
"Ana, that's a good desk, sister. But his legs aren't strong. Later if you go up the table is broken," I said softly.
"Where?" ask sister. Sok knows. Holds the leg of the table back. He came back to acting like an adult pretender as if he was the one who knew best.
"Ana, listen to Brother. If you suddenly go home. You must be angry?!" my cetus prevented my sister from abandoning her intentions.
Spontaneous my sister who was bent straight stood up straight. Staring at the bar with a surprised face. Gawking after hearing my nagging.
I managed to persuade my sister a little more that she would soften her heart for a moment. Shut up and flinch at my sister who is still covered in question marks.
"Not Brother," continued my sister. "Ajam, it's only that hour," said my brother who had puffed home his father, pointing to the wall clock with two attached eyeballs.
"Sir, 'But Dad came home uncertain," said I who was tired of facing my clever sister.
"Bad wrong. If today is Friday. So, Dad came home at that hour," replied my sister who knew too much. Stand pointing clock number wall clock.
Again I lost cleverly to my brother. All my ingenuity I've let out. However, all is still in vain. Standing while turning my brain, I watched the surroundings that I could rely on to defeat his ingenuity.
"Sister, if I ride slowly it will not be damaged?!" tell my sister who won't give up.
Every morning and after waking up. My brother always tested my patience. He constantly wanted to do things he had never tried. I was tired and tired of facing it.
"try it! But if the table is broken. Brother doesn't want to be punished," I refused to be rude and left him annoying.
"Sister!" call my sister I want. "Don't leave me here!" the door is sad. "I'm scared," he said looking at me softly.
The foot that had stepped wanted to enter the room stopped just like that. "Fear why?" I turned my body around, looking at my grieving sister.
"I don't want to have a new brother" he replied.
"Gtfff!" I immediately held back the laughter of seeing her who had started to tame with me.
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