The Struggle of a Child
Displaced
"I don't want to either" my sister refused to shake her head. "I don't like it anymore" my sister said upset.
"Sir, why did you nudge him?" ask my brother to give up. Staring at a table full of regrets.
"Ana, I didn't realize the table was there" I regretted, staring at the broken leg of the table next door. "When you get home, what about, Dik?" ask me to ask my sister for help.
The table that had long been a place to lean my father when unwind, enjoying food and sipping drinking water also put food that was ready to serve is now ringsek.
My sister spontaneously looked at me with sadness. "Sister, we just give up on Dad" he suggested fretfully.
My eyes suddenly widened in surprise. "Say me Daddy?" my question is, turning my back to my sister's brainwashing. My forehead is getting furrowed at the thought of my sister's nagging advice.
"Yes, brother," said my sister directly walking to my face.
My father's face immediately danced in front of me which made the tiny body instantly lethargic.
"Ana, if our father tells you. We can be punished at the home of my relatives" I said regretfully.
"If we lie, you'll be angry?!" offend my brother who's drowning. "I don't dare look at Dad again if it's red. Spooky Brother!" my sister's screams are worried.
"Serid why? 'Do you often see angry?" I was astonished as I glanced at the broken leg of the table.
"This time Father brought his relatives, Brother, with him" replied my brother with a spoiled tone of voice mixed with panic.
The body was like depression when this ear heard my sister's guess about my father coming out lightly.
"Ana, that's what you're afraid of. Because Dad likes to leave us where he wants," I reply slowly resigned.
The corner of my eye that kept staring at the foot of the table became worried imagining my father when he saw that. Shock and surprise is certain. But what made me even more frightened was the home of his relatives.
"If only we could fix it. We must have survived" I said quietly in front of my sister. Standing up trembling at the thought of my father coming home to see his desk.
"Sister, let's fix it" my sister suggested loudly. Walk towards the table.
"We fix?" I asked myself to doubt myself. Walking following my sister who had already seen the foot of the table.
"We can't" said I, who was desperate.
"Can't you do it, brother?" asked my sister who was bowing her body while turning her head to look at me.
"Fixing his legs. We're kids, '" I replied self-conscious. Followed my sister who was busy holding the leg of the table.
This would instead be an unimaginable big deal. It just kept spinning dancing in front of me. My father was immediately plastered clearly with a reddened face, what it was like in front of me.
Plaque!
The leg of the table I was holding was immediately thrown on the floor. "We can't do it, brother!" sorry despair. "Because we're not good at it. Where do you want this anyway?" I was stressed staring at the leg of the table that broke in two.
When I looked back at it my sister and I were both pensively lamenting the useless table again.
"Sister, what's our reason for Dad?" ask my brother who is out of his mind.
"Come on, you don't know" answered the one who was desperate.
We both sat for a long time looking at the leg of the table that broke in two. It was that silence and shut up that was pictured on us now.
"At the end of the day, Dad will be home. It's Friday, '" I said recklessly.
"Then what, brother?" ask my brother who has resigned. "Do we just hide the desk?" he again came up with a new idea.
Anxious mixed with worry increasingly racking the brain to find shelter avoid my father. Sitting on my knees in front of a broken table made me even sadder and regrettable.
"Ana, if Dad leaves us at his relative's house. We have to be willing" I said, facing the challenge of a broken table.
"Sister, it's the dead brother, right. I wasn't. So, I don't want to," my sister's excuse rejected it.
Gluey!
I immediately swallowed regretfully. Both eyes are wide at hearing it. " 'And you're the one who invited Brother to see the butterflies!" my attack is not happy.
"Engga! I don't have to talk to Brother. My brother wants to come. I'm just saying there's butterflies" between my sister lightly. Looking at me in a relaxed manner.
The deg!
I'm getting cornered and in trouble again. While this heart grumbled annoyed to see my brother who was calm and did not want to help. It's my sister's habit, like it's good at evading.
"But, we're both running, '" I argued unhappily. "The one who nudged the table was also the two of us," I said stupefiedly, looking at my sister who was near me.
"But I'm not nenggenggol that's there," demanded my sister was not happy. Turn sitting away. Seemed calm he got up and stood peering from behind the door.
I reluctantly followed the footsteps of my brother who walked without the slightest burden. The glances of the eyes continued to stare at him even from the tail of the eyes in a discreet manner.
"But still we both nudged him," I said not happy to be blamed alone.
My sister who stood peeking at it was not at all so panicked that even guilt was nowhere to be seen. How could I possibly sue my sister to admit that she was wrong too, I thought. While he did not feel at all that he was doing wrong.
"But you promised me you wouldn't be evil anymore" I told him that I couldn't do anything anymore. I who was cornered alone now swallow myself an error that was not on purpose.
"That's the other right, brother," replied my sister directly.
I was surprised, it seemed like I was hearing a powerful lightning strike hitting an already helpless self.
Swallowing myself a mistake is the thing that gets me the most tangled.
"So sometimes I don't want to defend me, if I'm punished by my father for playing games," continued my brother revenge.
My tongue is getting stiffer. Dumbfounded to hear the words of my sister who came out without thinking of me in the slightest. A thousand languages sat quietly while remembering what my sister said.
"Dad's going to sue Big Brother, so that Big Brother does not lie," I explained.
"liying? What lie?" ask my sister confused. Standing in front of the door he had locked back.
"If you play," I replied straightforwardly. "Said dad, if you're playing, brother has to say. Can't lie" I explained half-heartedly. Raising my head slightly looked at my dumbfounded sister hearing that. "If Big Brother lies, you and Big Brother will definitely be punished?!" my light, staring at my sister who was pecking back.
My sister and I both feel disappointed in each other. Dad is our main priority that we have to care about more than ourselves.
"So, you can't lie" I said again to my sister.
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