The Struggle of a Child
Ask about Mom
"Dad, I was hungry" replied my sister frozen with the finger she was still biting.
I was silent at the fear of my sister biting her fingers. Quiet in my father's lap while looking at my sister's fingers that are still bitten in her mouth.
"Then, isn't your brother hungry?" asked my father to my sister with great emphasis, looking at my brother who kept biting his fingers.
It's strange that my sister who remained silent and never once wanted to come down from my father's lap. While I was still sitting, like my sister was already restless and wanted to go down.
"Dad, I'll eat it later" I said, looking at my father who was still staring at my frozen sister.
"Then you guys play first" my father ordered in a flat tone mixed with a sumringah face.
"Dad, thank you. We take sandals first, yeah!" my brother came down running from my father's lap.
My reflexes were also happy to come down from my father's lap. Approaching my sister who was happy to hear that.
"Why take the sandals?" ask my father in a surprised voice.
Instantly my happy footsteps stopped. Silently looking at my sister who took the sandals stopped. Bending down with a flip-flop he put back on the floor. "Dad, why are you like that, brother?" asked my sister whispering slowly looking towards me.
Silently mixed together I could no longer move or turn my body looking at my father who was making a sound. Standing up straight, like a statue that only I can do right now.
"Ana, why rush to pick up the sandals?" ask my father who is standing behind us.
The flip-flops that were already located on the floor were no longer seen by my sister. He got up and turned to look at my father who asked behind us.
" 'And you said we could play?" ask my confused sister. Stand up to see your father. Followed by my tiny body that dares to turn the body as well.
"Yes, but not outside, son," my father replied directly casually. Walk while putting the cup in the corner of the table.
Spontaneously my sister and I met with disappointment. Thinning both lips, lowered the disappointed look at the floor.
"I mean Dad, you guys are playing inside. Not outside," my father explained firmly, tilting his body at the cup.
My sister and I immediately drowned and no longer excited to hear the house. He looked down and held an empty hope.
"Dad, I want to draw" my sister said to my father's understanding, staring with a face expectantly at my father and glancing at me.
Gaping and glaring at the words of my sister who came out just like that. I slowly dragged this limp leg closer to my sister, followed by a glancing tail of eyes towards my sister.
My father immediately replied. "Draw what, son?" asked my father with a frown.
"Picturing Mom" replied my sister.
The deg!
I was immediately shocked and turned my head to look at my sister. He who really likes to draw the face of my mother hopes that my father gives her permission.
"Mother's Picture?" my father asked in wonder. "Which picture of Mom, son?" ask my dad to know.
"The picture of Mom is like me, Dad," replied my sister with her long face.
Suddenly my father immediately confirmed himself to stand up more and more fixed staring at us. Stand back asking with a sad face.
"What do you often draw outside? Drawing where?" ask my dad to know.
"Yes, Father, draw under my tree" replied my sister. Standing holding the edge of his shirt, showing his beautiful face that kept plastered cute.
"Father, we often play under the guava tree," I replied immediately cutting their conversation.
My father was instantly visible. She was delighted when she heard her son draw the face of the mother who had long left us. "Son, if you draw your mother's face. Do you guys miss?" ask my dad to investigate.
"Dad!" call my brother to my father. "I miss you too" said my sister, looking up at my father who was taller than her with a grieving face.
My father immediately dropped his body crouching on the floor. "Son, I miss your mother, too," my father greeted me crouching while stroking my sister's hair.
"But, Dad why haven't we been to Mom's grave?" I approached my father too. Standing with my sister over to the father who had been guarding us all this time.
"Yes, Dad's right, he said, Mom's asleep," my sister said sadly, seeing a tired father struggling.
"If you sleep means you can wake up," I continued to convey the contents of my brother who wondered.
Hearing him my father instantly pulled out thin lips. "Son, Mother is still not satisfied with sleep," said my father looking at us who enthusiastically want to know.
"So, when do you want to go to bed?" ask my brother who doesn't understand. "I'm sleeping, I can wake up, Dad," said my innocent sister.
I who heard it was a little strange and funny heard my sister's unreasonable desire.
"Dad, I told you, Mom slept a long time. But Ana still wanted to wake Mom," I said, which was still innocent too, looking at my sullen sister.
"Son, your mother was sleeping long" my father said softly so that my sister and I would not whine too much.
"I also sleep long Dad," I said immediately settled my father who was still crouching while embracing us.
"Son, your mother's sleeping isn't like ours. Which can be awakened. If your mother would wake up on her own" my father explained.
"When Dad? Because I miss you so much" my father asked.
"Liyan, you'll know, son?!" my father replied briefly. "For now you will take me to see your mother for a moment" he continued, long listening to our longing for mother.
"Dad, can I see you?" ask my sister, happy.
My father just stared at my sister who freely asked. "Can, Son. You can meet Mom," replied my father directly, pulling both his lips knotted sweetly looking at his two daughters who always attracted his attention.
"Horeee!" my brother and I were excited. "Dad, surely I'm glad to see you?!" I said directly.
"Yes, Dad. I want to say to Mom, if there are a lot of bad people outside," continued my sister who hopes to meet soon.
"So, you want to meet your mother?" ask my father who can't wait to see his two daughters happy.
"You, Dad. We haven't seen Mom in a long time" I replied, staring at my already impatient sister.
"Dad, if we come there. Didn't you tell us to leave?" ask my brother who is full of doubts.
"Haha! Son, your mother won't throw us out. Since we've come to see him, surely your mother is happy?!" my father said happily while smiling warmly hugging us.
"When are we leaving, Dad?" I ask you who can't wait to see Mom.
"So, you want to?" asked my father with great emphasis, nodding.
"Dad we want. Because we haven't seen you in a long time" replied my sister. "If we meet Mom. I'll tell you that my brother and I don't fight anymore" my sister continued with a sweet smile. "Yes, right, sister?" tanyanya, looking towards me stood right in front of her.
"Hehehe!" I grinned . "Yes" I replied with a heavy heart. "Our father won't fight anymore" I continued, remembering that my chatty, spoiled sister used to whine at me.
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