The Struggle of a Child
Fixing table leg
"My father's omelet," my sister's pretext turned away my father's suspicion that the longer it will be answered.
My father immediately smiled happily to hear the words of his favorite son. "Before you go to prayer. You guys eat this first, yeah!" pinta my father meekly, flipped the egg and put it on the plate.
"Yes Dad" replied my sister directly.
I was still standing behind them. It was so hard for me to smile joining my father and sister thinking back to the broken table.
"Liyan, don't you like this?" asked my father who was astonished to see that I was not, as usual with suspicion the father kept asking as if he was looking. He just kept throwing things that made me tremble even more.
"Our father is not hungry yet" said my brother cut him off with the intention of removing suspicion from the father who continued to enthusiastically ask questions and suspect.
"Then I put it on the table, yeah!" my dad said he brought a plate.
The deg!
I immediately broke into a cold and pale sweat. My blood is going down. My heart stopped beating as well. The little fingers that used to carry dishes and eat now felt stiff and frozen, like a statue that was tightly bound.
"Ana," I said quietly without a sound looking at my limp sister looking at my father who was walking towards the table.
The footsteps of the father we feared today stepping on the living room could not be prevented or blocked. There's nothing we can do anymore. Everything has happened and cannot be changed again. Regret beguiled within this careless self.
"Liyan, Anna!" call my dad a little freaked out.
Staring at the father who had already reached the table we both did not dare. Standing strong while uniting courage as our father attacked with his desperate words at the sight of his beloved table leg breaking.
"Liyan, what is this ?" asked my father and stood in front of the table.
I am still turning my back on my father . "Ana, maybe you saw it," I said anxiously mixed with fear.
My sister immediately shifted to look at my father who wanted to put a plate containing omelet on the table.
"Sister, I've seen it" my sister said worriedly.
I immediately closed both eyes firmly imagining what was about to happen. The tiny body immediately wanted to fall to the floor.
"Sister, I took the broken one!" shouted my sister who was not grinning with satisfaction.
My tiny body was immediately shocked to hear it. The self that had felt a little calm was now attacked again.
"Liyan!" call my dad from the front.
The deg!
My heart stopped for a moment. This tiny body was instantly limp and pale. The cold palms I clenched tightly as a gesture of restraining the fear of my father's anger towards me.
Slowly this petite body that was already panicking turned backwards right towards my father who was calling. I then stood looking straight at my father without a sound of defense.
"Liyan, why did this break?" ask my dad, swinging a table leg.
"Sister, you must be angry?!" whispered my sister in my ear.
"Yes," I answered briefly, looking straight at my father who shook his head at the table.
"Who broke this?" asked my father with great emphasis, staring intently at the two of us while putting a plate containing an omelet in the drawer of the room and living room.
We both met face to face with fear. "Sister, be honest quickly. We will both be punished" urged my already frightened sister.
I was weighing my sister's advice. Shut up and look at my father who raised the table in his hat with a bench.
"Is this table broken by itself?" asked my father back in a voice holding patience.
Until this moment we were silent. Not daring to open your mouth because the tongue feels heavy to move. However, the look in my father's eyes continued to stare at us without blinking.
My brother and I still maintain the hardness of heart not to answer questions from the father. Thinking while looking for that reason that I turned in this small brain.
"Ana, if we're honest. Are you gonna scold us?" I whispered in panic in my sister's ear.
"I don't know, brother," replied my brother briefly.
"You like to keep you busy, don't you?" asked my father, put that handyman in a small sack.
Silence sculpting and locking both lips tightly. Make peace with yourself. Still staring at the sleepy father before Friday prayers.
Geck! Tok ! Geck!
The sound of a hammer was heard loudly echoing in the small room. "Liyan, Iris. Please get me that wood!" ask my father to beg gently.
I also walked to pick up the wood my father had pointed at. The wood then I gave it to the busy father who removed the piece next to him from the table.
"This father," I said slowly, a little afraid to see my father who was not as usual.
"Thank you, son," answered my father who was sitting busy fixing the table.
When I finished, I went back to my place. Walk slowly glancing at my father with the tail of an eye.
"Dad, why aren't you angry, brother?" ask my sister astonished.
"So don't know either, Daughter," I replied confusedly, seeing the father change today.
"Usually Dad must have punished us" my sister recalled what happened.
"But this is another, brother," I said, looking at my silent father.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
The sound of hammer blows was again heard with a deafening loudness. My father was so happy with his work. The leg of the table that was split into two was already good again as before.
"If you're messing around in the house next time be careful, son!" pinta my father was gentle, putting nails and everything else in a small sack.
I was so impressed to see it. A huge sense of relief was felt in the chaotic heart mixed with panic earlier. How restless I was when I saw the table and imagined my father.
"Son, now I want to prepare for prayer, yes! Don't be naughty anymore. Play at home, be careful! Later if you are not careful, both of you can get hurt," my father advised, put an omelet on the table.
"Yes, Father," we replied with relief.
The father who changed today greatly left us both stunned and in disbelief. "Ana, Dad turned out to be good" I said, biting a finger.
"I'm surprised too, brother. Why is Dad good today?" ask my sister full of question marks.
Instantly my sister and I turned their heads to see my father's footsteps that passed away leaving us.
"Sister, if you're good, it means we're good, sis," my sister said happily. Walking while pulling my arm saw the table that had just been repaired.
"Why son?" I asked who was standing next to my sister looking at the table and reprimanding my sister who had not taken a bath. "Ana, why don't you take a shower?" my many. "Do you have to ask Dad to take a shower, and then you'll take a bath?" ask me to go back to see my sister who is engrossed with an omelet on the table.
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