The Struggle of a Child
Surprised while biting his fingers
We were silent while staring at the road passed by my father who went to pray Friday.
"Dad, I haven't been home yet. From that moment I looked down the road until now, Dad was not yet seen," complained my sister regretfully staring at the straight path.
"Maybe Dad can't get out yet, sir," I regretted as well while counting the leaves that fell on the ground.
"Why did you say that?" ask my sister who is standing curious.
I immediately replied while keeping the number of leaves I counted inside the head. "Maybe there are many people" I replied.
"But, isn't it, the mosque's brother is big and the door is a lot, right?" asked my sister thinking as if remembering and seeing the mosque in question.
"Yes, but many are sitting at the door" I said with great emphasis.
"Where do you know?" ask my sister to protest. "Sister is here. Not going to the mosque. Sokak brother knows," chirped my sister who did not want to let go of the view from far away.
For a long time we stood waiting for the arrival of the father who had long left us both in the house. Staring nanar towards the body of the path that we often pass did not want to pass.
"Never seen a mosque" I replied directly. Standing gazed at the leaves seriously which were green and yellow in color.
"When?" asked my sister curiously, turning her head to look at me who was still standing with her.
"Long time, my brother was taken with him, '" I replied to my brother to believe.
"Where are you going ?" asked my sister again more and more inquisitive, still looking turned towards me.
"So don't know, brother. Brother forgot. That's a long time ago" I was lazy to remember. Counting the increased leaves.
"I can't believe it" my sister's lips were upset. Stand up to see people passing by. "I think Dad," he muttered disappointedly.
I immediately forgot the leaves I counted after hearing my sister's mutterings. I've seen him for a long time. He turned out to be so agitated, as if he kept thinking about our father who had not yet returned.
"Ana, you're definitely going home after that uwa?!" I said pointing to the old man who passed by earlier.
Both of my brother's eyeballs were directly staring at me. "Emang Brother Shaman? Who knows a lot?" ask my sister who is tired of waiting.
Hearing him I immediately pulled the look in the eye that was staring intently at my sister. As if surprised I immediately saw the one who brushed in front of me. Shock mixed with surprise I immediately stroked the chest by neutralizing myself.
Silence a thousand languages is better for me. My sister's constant rant out of self-importance that often succumbed to this can no longer be regretted.
"If Dad comes home, we won't be silent, brother," said my brother expectantly.
" What? 'Is it still noon?" I looked towards my sister. Anxious about the father who until now has not come also become a shame in who is still a child.
"Though it is day, brother. But, we don't feel good living in a house without Dad" my sister lamented gloomily. Look at the clock that has rotated to another number.
"Ana, you must also know that we don't have any friends at home?!" I said, looking at the branches of the guava tree that swayed in the wind.
"Yes, but Dad a long time ago," lamented my spoiled, chatty sister.
"Why are you going to see Dad so soon?" I asked the less-known, looking at my sister while holding a window that I could not leave.
"I miss Dad," he replied presumptuously, holding the trail while looking down.
The sun that started to move accidentally told me to look towards the body of the road. "Ana, it's Dad!" I cried out happily, staring fixedly at the body of the road while turning my lips as a signal pointing at the father we were waiting for was walking to go home.
"Where, Brother?" my sister asked enthusiastically, closing her small body to the window.
"What did Brother say? You must have come home after uwa was through?!" my chirps are mocking my sister who knows better than me.
"Dad came home and missed us. Not because of that uwa" my sister protested. "Dad, why is Dad old?" ask my brother who has been waiting for a long time.
"Dad took the rent for a while, son," replied my father slowly as he opened his shoes.
"Why do you wear a hat? Where's Lobe Dad?" I was surprised to see it.
"Dad put it in a bag of pants" my father replied, putting the shoes outside the corner of the wall and opening the door. "The door, why don't you guys lock it, son?" asked my surprised father when he pushed the door.
Me and my brother who had run to my father stood happily to see the father who had arrived. "Dad, my brother's friend came" my sister told me.
The deg!
I didn't think my sister remembered that one, I thought I had forgotten it. Staring at the face of my little sister who made me upset over her stirring and also the flat face of my father who was new until suddenly shocked . "Then what did they say?" ask my tired father. Carrying my sister who always asks to be spoiled by my father.
I who was a little jealous when I saw my father who directly carried my sister made my heart groan sadly. Turning around followed where my father was going.
"They want to invite us to play" my sister replied with a spoiled tone of voice and a cute face.
"Mmm" replied my father. Sitting on the bench holding my sister.
I who had just come out of the room with my sister still stood looking at the two of them.
"Liyan, come here, son! Have you guys eaten yet?" asked my father while waving my hands looking at me who was walking towards him.
"I've been, Dad," answered my brother honestly, looking at my father with his spoiled face.
I kept walking toward my father's call. "Your brother, has he eaten?" asked my father, asked my brother a question and looked at him.
My sister was immediately startled and floated a panicked look of eyes silently towards me who was already approaching them. His eyes turned to look at me until I stopped.
My father was still waiting for answers to his questions. Holding me as a signal to drive away the tiredness he lived all day to make a living.
"But the omelet you cooked was finished, right?" ask my dad who saw the plate on the table.
I who was sitting on my lap suddenly remembered and immediately glanced silently at the omelet plate that was right behind my sister.
My sister did the same thing . He also took a glance at the plate that was located. Swallowing worry after this, it clearly enveloped me and glared at my sister's eyes.
"The father was frying the eggs a lot," said my father looking at us with question marks. It was astonished and confused that came from my father.
"Father, it was actually who finished her eggs in Ana," I replied, looking at my worried sister.
Spontaneously surprised, my sister bit her index finger with a face asking for mercy lest she be scolded.
"So, your sister," said my father immediately saw my silent brother while biting a finger.
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