The Struggle of a Child
Entrapment
"Yes Brother. I don't want to have a new brother," my sister's whine pleaded while pulling my arm as a form of apology.
I was sad to see him. I can't bear to see him begging for mercy. Very sliced and bitter once I saw my little brother who was plain and often unstable.
"Sister, I'm not. Go up to the table" said my sister, looking at me who was standing straight in front of her. His voice that asks for mercy is impossible for me to deny just to avenge.
"Ana," I said regulating neutral emotions. "So don't get mad at you, brother. Because Big Brother loves you," I relented with a happy smile.
My sister was happy. "True Brother," he said with pleasure. "Aren't you angry?" he said ask me again.
"Eem," I replied directly by pursing my cute lips. "Because we're just the two of us" I said. Holding both of his shoulders while looking at him with a happy heart.
He immediately turned the body keeping something secret. "Sister, I think Brother is angry," my sister told me to repeat. "Then I can get up here," he continued, holding a table.
"Dad!" call shouting. Approaching my sister in annoyance. "You said you were sorry. But now, . ," my screams looked at him curiously while tightly shutting his mouth with the resulting annoyance.
Spontaneous he was shocked and pale. He who had just looked happy to hold the reflex table and release the table instantly. "Sister, I'm just looking at the ajanya," he said.
"But why are your legs going up?" I've caught wet.
My mouth can no longer open its mouth to give an excuse. The leg that wanted to go up next to him immediately lowered it. Hiding behind the other leg.
"Ana, do you think, you don't know?" I just stared at my sister. Resisting emotions that want to explode.
"Sister, I just wanted to know," replied my sister, because she was discovered. Pulling lips covers up the shame.
"You what? There's nothing there!" snapped asking.
Silence while covering up the shame. That's what my sister has been through to this day. "Sister, I forgot, '" said my unreasonable sister.
"Forgot?" welcome me to ask him a wonder question. "Sik, you know, you didn't forget!" my words back up. "You're deliberately trapping Big Brother by pretending to ask, aren't you?" my question is that while already annoyed to see it that is too clever.
Reduced his lips with a manyun after hearing my words. "Sister, I'd like to take that," my sister said, pointing to my father's cup in the corner of the table. Right next to the window.
My reflexes looked in a direction that made my sister curious. "That's far, far away" I said, looking at my sister's calm face mixed with pleasure.
"That's near Brother," replied my brother back who did not want to lose to me.
"If you are near take it!" tell me to be indifferent, challenge him who cannot be advised. " 'And you said it's okay" I continued.
"So, you're not angry, are you?" ask my sister who is good at seducing me to pity her.
"Yes," I replied, who was easily pityed. Standing by looking at the locked door.
"I love Brother," cried my sister directly happily hugging me. "Sister is indeed the best brother," he continued praising me who had great compassion.
Lips happily smiled when I heard my sister who first praised me with her always good-natured talk.
"Sister, would you like to stay here?" asked my sister again curiously, looking at me fixedly.
"Engga!" my answer. "So don't want to go to the room, play kid Bp." Standing staring at the door.
"I'm lazy. I just want to be here," my sister said in a spoiled voice.
"Yes! But don't be naughty, yeah!" my reprimand gave him advice. "Don't go up on the table. Later the table is broken," I said to remind him who likes to break promises.
"Sister, I'm not going up. The proof, now I'm still here," said my sister who was good at taking my sympathies.
"If you like that, you'll take Big Brother's toy first" I said, walking away from my own sister.
"Sir, play it in the room. It's not here. Because I want to come in. Let's play Anak Bp together" my sister continued from behind.
"Sister, just brother first. I don't want to, yet" replied my sister in a lazy tone of voice. Standing looking at me who came out took the box of old matches that I kept a few days ago.
"You want to get on the table?" I suspect I'm staring at my sister.
"Engga, Brother! I just want to see butterflies. 'And last night I saw butterflies coming in, '" replied my little brother lightly who made me think back.
"When?" aska I want to know.
"Every night" my sister answered behind me.
After the hand that has been holding the cigarette box is located limp on the right side. "What color butterfly?" I love those who like butterflies.
"Blue color," my sister replied without thinking, turning a glance towards me who was standing right behind her.
"That's pretty, Brother. I haven't seen blue butterflies in a long time" said I felt the pleasure, as felt by my sister.
"Wouldn't you like to see?" ask my sister to turn around. Holding the shirt she wore last night.
"Yes" I replied briefly.
"So soon, brother," asked my sister to me gently. "I saw it there!" he said with a convincing face. "Sister, that!" my sister shouted pointing out the window.
"Ana, you see?" I keep looking for a flying butterfly.
"Yes, Brother. It!" he ran after the butterflies.
Brak!
Baugh !
I was immediately shocked and silent. The foot that was running was now stopped very quickly. Squeeze all over the tiny body looking at the table that has been reot.
"Dad!" my screams frantically called out to my sister who was following me from behind. My face was so pale looking at the dining table that it was already useless.
"Why Brother?" ask my sister in shock. Run forward.
"The table!" my screams panicked and trembling. Look at the table without blinking.
Panic and anxiety enveloped this self for a moment. The tiny body that was normal as soon as he saw the table he then sweated mixed with worry.
"Dad must be angry?!" sorry to see my carelessness. Raising his pale mixed head looked at my gawking sister looking at the table.
"I'm also afraid that you're angry today" said my sister, who was shaking. Keep staring at the desk. "Son, what would we say if Dad said that?" he continued to ask in panic.
Cold and limp feet stared at the broken table. "So don't know" I replied regretfully.
The two of us who always make a tantrum meet face mixed confused. "Ana, if you know the table's broken because it's chasing butterflies. Could be bad, Deng. We will be punished," I said softly mixed with worry.
"Yes Brother. We must have put Dad in his relative's house?!" my sister's reply is tickling.
"No way!" I shouted loudly in light of the evil relatives' houses.
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