The Struggle of a Child
Patient
Instantly my sister was struck by lightning hearing him. Shut up and don't look at me once. The clothes that from last night still accompany him to this day.
"So you don't want to save my brother from my father" I asked him for help.
Staring at my sister who was standing, like she was squeezed into a corner.
Until now he has been silent. Not a word came out refusing or scolding me. He kept silent and looked down at the floor he stepped on.
"Ana, you don't want to help Brother?" I was protesting, glancing at the foot of the table that made me uncomfortable.
Worrying strangely enveloped me and my sister now. Determining the choice between protecting our fellow brothers from the father or saving ourselves from the father's strict punishment left us both in a dilemma.
The house that was often a prisoner for both of us was still dark and locked. Not a single bit of a problem for the both of us at the moment.
"When you say you love your brother" my singloo just looks back at the split foot of the table.
Standing still in his place seemed to make my sister comfortable. Meanwhile, I've been devastated to see the legs of the table that were accidentally nudged.
"You don't love my brother anymore, do you?" let me grope gently. Sitting while expressing my heart that makes a question mark.
"I love you, brother. Dear Saaangat," replied my sister by extending her voice. Stand up feeling guilty. "Because I don't want to have a new brother," he continued, looking at me softly.
My heart is happy again. The table problem disappeared instantly. The hope for my sister is a little fruitful. "Ana, so, you want to help Brother?" let me repeat for the umpteenth time.
"I don't know yet" replied my sister with all her heart. "Sister's gonna know where Dad is. I'm afraid," he continued, throwing away concern for me.
Gluey!
I moved my seat a little forward. My sister's words, like the waves that make me want to drown and make my breath no longer feel blowing. I didn't expect my sister to come back again, like she used to. I swallowed disappointment violently.
I don't know what will happen if my sister won't help me. The soft gaze continued to lie in the empty air hearing the hope for the sake of the empty hope that was often heard from my sister.
"The problem is Dad's desk, brother," said my sister again turning her back to me. Act like an adult. Walking across the house, like a teacher watching his students.
"Dad if you were the one talking would understand?!" I hope to ask for the mercy of my brother who has not been seen clearly to help.
"Sister, I don't want to make you angry anymore" my sister said. "Because Dad is good with us" said my brother softly.
I immediately looked down listless to hear it. If only I could fix the table maybe I did, I thought regretfully staring at the table.
"Later to come home we will know, Daddy is angry or not?!" continued my sister. Dropping her little body sat down at me. "At the end of the day Dad's coming home, brother," he said looking at the wall clock.
I looked at him with a heavy heart while holding me back from my carelessness. I forbade my brother not to go up the table. It was me who nudged him to the point of breaking, I thought with deep regret staring at the foot of the table that was lying on the floor.
"May you not be angry" I hope anxiously looking straight ahead. Sitting lamenting at the table while swallowing that regret we both did up to this.
"Aren't you scared?" ask sister.
"Yes," I answered looking at my sister with a face asking for help. Anxious mixed in fear of it attacking the tiny body so as to make the surroundings I saw feel uncomfortable.
"Sister, don't be afraid!" my sister said encouragingly.
The fear that I felt a little fade calmed down that was raging at the foot of the table that was plastered broken.
"Assalamualaikum," said my father immediately startled, knocking on the tightly shut door.
I was shaking when I heard my father's voice from outside. Worried mixed in panic I looked towards the door opened by my sister.
"You haven't eaten yet?" ask dad. Walking carrying groceries to the kitchen while turning towards me. "Liyan, what are you doing sitting there? You still sick ?" ask my dad to stop looking at me for a second.
"Dad, Brother is not sick," my sister replied directly cutting off the conversation. Standing while looking at my father who was taller than him, followed by one hand holding the hand of our father who was holding the groceries.
After hearing an indirect answer from me. My father dragged his feet into the kitchen. Followed by my spoiled sister.
"Dad! What did you bring?" asked my sister again, afraid that my father would forget her question.
"Dad bring the cake, son," answered my father, removing the contents of the groceries from the plastic.
With a heavy step I was forced to drag this leg standing behind the two of them. Staring at father and sister together who are still mixed with fear.
"Daddy don't buy ice for us?" asked my sister sulking, sullen lips.
"Allah Son! I forgot that you asked me to buy more ice, "sorry my father released his hand that opened the plastic. "Dad was busy, son. Rent Daddy has asked to be delivered in a hurry. So, I forgot because I was busy" my father explained.
"But it's going to run out, Dad's shopping again" said my sister bravely.
My father went back to removing the groceries from the other plastic. "Dad, I was shopping first. And I just delivered my rent, son," my father explained. Stacking chili and onion into place.
I turned both eyes to follow where my father was moving. "But if you don't just love the cake with your brother. Bair Your brother is well," said my father, who was busy chasing time.
"So, what am I eating, Dad?" asked my sister scowl and frown to see my father clearly say that.
"Father's son eats rice only later," my father replied straightforwardly with a soft tone of voice.
My sister thought silently, thinking about what the father said that just came home from making a living.
"But I'm going to go again?" asked my sister to throw her file.
"Where to go?" ask my father who always loved to see my spoiled sister.
"Friday prayer," my sister replied immediately shifted to cover the middle door a little.
Amidst the chattering of the two of them I who was shackled in an unintentional mistake grew paler imagining if my father saw a table. The tip of the foot now feels cold carrying the burden alone.
"Liyan, are you sick?" my father asked in amazement, glanced at me and took a bowl.
"Son, Dad," I answered briefly mixed in panic.
"Why should you just stand there?" ask my dad to come back, break the egg into the bowl.
The two balls of my eyes that were stored a little fear and worry were staring at my quiet sister.
"If you're sick. Don't let it sit!" my father whipped the eggs.
I just stood there and stood there holding up the tiny body that was hiding something.
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