The Struggle of a Child
Miss Mother
"Your sister is right too, Liyan," said Septiani, looking up at the sky while throwing a piece of twig into the corner of the tree.
"Come Widia!" invite Septiani to walk first while waving his hands.
"Liyan, we go home first, yes!" pamit Widia kindly while throwing the piece of twig to the same place.
"Yes, you guys be careful, yeah!" myrag.
"Sister, watch out for bad people" cried my sister who liked to cut the conversation.
I was surprised to hear that. While Widia and Septiani in response. The two of them turned their heads and simply threw a smile at my sister.
"Ana, you can't say that!" hard reproof. "When did they get offended like where?" ask me to feel panic about my sister's speech that is too light out.
"I'll just tell you, sis," said my sister, pitying, looking at her fingers that scratched the corner of the trail.
"But if Septiani feels, how?" I asked my sister to not repeat it again.
He immediately fell silent with horror after seeing my reaction that was thrown at him. Measuring the length of the tracks with his fingers repeatedly. I who saw it after getting a reprimand from me felt a little pity will be silent shut up tightly.
"But, once again. Don't talk like that. Especially my brother," I asked with hope that my sister would never do that again.
"But I'm not wrong, brother. I'm just reminding you. If there are many bad people outside," my sister who looked at Widia and Septiani disappeared. "I'm scared too, brother. If you are brought by a bad person," he continued clearly.
Both balls of my eyes widened looking at my sister gawking. In my heart I really want to laugh because my brother is always talking silly. However, I had to hold back so that my sister didn't know that I could actually ease up right away if she heard the joke.
"Sister, if Widia's sister, her house is close. That's Septiani?" ask my sister who always wanted to know all about my best friend.
I immediately sighed giving up facing my brother who was always curious and chatty. "If Septiani's house is far away" I replied with a flat face.
" 'Can't be wrong, brother, if I tell them to be careful. Especially the same bad guy," said my sister lightly who did not feel guilty in the slightest. Standing up, her little body was closing to the window. "Dad hasn't come home yet. Dad, if you've been out for a long time, go home" said my brother disappointed mixed with sadness.
I who was still standing with him joined close this tiny body also to the window. "You miss Daddy?" ask my sister who changed the subject.
"Yes I miss the same, too" said my sister with a stupefied face looking at herself.
Verily the face and the two glances of his eyes that were stared at by me raised a self-disquieting inner question. I am a little good at reading the gurgles of people hidden from the look in his eyes. "That means I've never missed Dad?" asku want to know by deliberately provoking my sister so that she can make a sound.
"For so long, Daddy's the same as us" replied my brother who liked to quibble.
"There anyway. All this time, Dad left us at home, too" I told my sister.
"Yes, but 'Daddy never watches this outside, sister, '" said my sister, opening a little curtain looking at the clock.
"What time is it?" aska I want to know. Walking close the body behind my sister while pulling the curtains took out a clock-viewing head.
"Yes, Dik" I replied in surprise after looking at the clock. "Where's the father?" I murmured slowly in my sister's ear.
"Sitting at his friend's turn" my sister replied slightly accusingly. Sok knows.
"But I'm going home soon, brother," I said confidently. Pulling back the tiny body backwards. Standing in front of this back window is what often becomes our routine after my father issued a new rule prohibiting us from leaving the house.
Playing with friends sometimes I miss, especially for my sister. Playing outside spending time with that friend was fun for me.
"Sister, when does Dad love us to come out again to play?" my sister's whining that often sounded teasing me with that question.
"Sister's right. We just see the guy playing every day from here," my brother said. "Try if there's a mother. We must be given out to play" he said.
I immediately turned my head to look at him. I can't believe my sister's words that sound so clear. "Mother?" I was spontaneous and then silent.
"Yes, Brother. Try Mom still there. I'll be scolded by Mom, if Dad makes us like this?!" continue my sister correctly.
"But I'm not around" I said regretfully. Standing looking under the tree that my sister often wrote with my mother's face.
"Sister, can't you wake up again?" ask my innocent sister.
The deg!
I was so shocked and never thought that my sister would get that far. "Ana, how can I," I replied straightforwardly, staring under the tree harboring sorrow.
"But he said, Mother is just sleeping" my sister continued to express the contents of her pent-up heart.
My sister tickled my heart. I who had been upset, upset and saturated immediately back slam.
" 'And if a sleeping person can be awakened, brother?" asked my sister to throw the word.
No longer can I say that's what's happening around me. My curious and chatty sister kept pressing me with that question from long ago.
"Sir, this is a long sleep, Mother" I replied firmly as one way that my sister could believe.
"Old, Brother?" ask my sister to know again.
"Yes," I answered briefly in a tired tone of voice answering all his questions.
"How long, brother?" ask my sister again as if she doesn't want to see my life in peace.
I felt more bored and upset because I couldn't run away from my own sister. Avoiding it from questions that are difficult to answer.
"So don't know, brother," I answered giving up on him.
"If you know that, brother?" ask my sister back who doesn't want to let my mind settle down. Stand straight in front of me and keep looking at me. I also did the same thing my sister did, standing in front of her and listening to all her chatter with force even though I sometimes looked away at others.
"Dad knows?!" reply, see the fallen leaves of guava touch the ground.
"I want it to be the same Dad" my sister muttered to herself.
I who was standing next to him reflexively turned towards him without being told. He looked like he was waiting for our father's arrival from Friday prayers.
"Just ask," I suggested connecting him.
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