The Struggle of a Child
Journey
My father's wish went according to plan. In the morning busy with the hustle and bustle of vehicles that lulu. He rushed as quickly as possible to prepare for all my medical needs.
I was in the room. Heard my father talking to my mother and my sister. My sister who goes to school is always delivered by my father. Now he has to go alone.Sometimes he goes without breakfast. My spoiled sister always makes my father sometimes upset in the morning. Starting from waking up, preparing his school supplies and up to breakfast. He always overwhelmed my father. Today, his efficacious traits were so over-forced he was forced to eliminate though, in a forced state.
I was weak at this moment to hear my sister and my father arguing a little.The guest room where we gathered and where I also taught. They both fuss with their own desires. With helplessness I could only hear.
"Dad! Did I not go to school today?"
"No, son! For once, you go to school by yourself, son! I want to take your brother for treatment because I can't work quietly if your brother is still like this."
"But my school is far away." How can I go!" From inside the room I heard the voice of my sister who continued to seduce my father with her relentless whining.
" Dad, can I be late!"
"Son, you won't be late believing in me. You should hurry up and have breakfast!" My father kept saying firmly to my sister. He did not listen to a word of what my sister had to say about her complaint. To my father, I am his main periority today. My recovery was the greatest dream for my father.There is nothing more precious to him right now than to see me healed.
"But, Dad! I went up what?"
"Son, you go to school today on foot first, yes! I have to hurry because there's so much more to do to understand, son, little!"
Instantly both of them were silent.No sound was heard from either my father or my sister.Only the sound of a piece of paper was heard by me. My brother's voice is no longer heard. Enthusiastically I got out of bed to see my sister who no longer spoke.
The wall clock clinks with a good maximum rotation.Day has passed following the movement of the clock. My eyes are now visible from the reflection of the mirror between my body which is standing.
My pale face still saw my father who was getting ready to take me for treatment.
My contact mother who is near my father is now invisible to me. My father is now alone sitting on the floor. A heavy face bearing the burden looked like it was waiting for someone.
I saw my father and wanted to go to him. However, I undo my intentions instantly.
I who did not dare to approach my father, also began to climb into bed. I started to carve out my imagination. I want to be a healthy and well child. A child who laughs and goes to school without any hindrance.
I threw my gaze at the wall of my empty room. At that moment I also gasped at the voice of a woman who spoke to my father who was none other than my mother.
"Hows it? Are we bringing Liyan back today? I heard the voice of the woman saying to my father.
"Yes, so. We're going now, come on! My father told him.
I turned my whole body and hid behind the door. Silently I imagined about treatment. Ls it? Scary, scary or what? My mind began to tangle and fear enveloped my courage.
"Where does Liyan want us to take medicine today?" Ask my mother to my father who has arrived in front of my room door.
"Hospital!" My father's clear words were heard by my ears.
"Liyan!" My father called my name. I was still silently staring behind the door. He came out to my father who was standing in front of the door.
"Dad, Dad!" Comeing! Son we're going to go for treatment today, let's get ready!
My father took my hand out of the room. While my mother-in-law looks so neat.
"Come here Liyan! Let me put your clothes on."
The woman took my hand from my father's grasp, and she put on nice clothes. The touch of her soft hand made me feel like she was my real mother. The affection she gave me was so warm, my little body was now silent as she dressed me.
My weak body just resignedly followed me wherever I would be taken away.Not a single word of rebuttal was heard from my little mouth. Only the two dim eyes were still lit up with a straight look.
My body can only follow orders. My pain is conveyed through my cerebellum. My father was ready to wait for me outside. We also now go with the pedicab that we rode.
The wind that pierced my body made me a little careless.My mind also began to be carried away by the atmosphere of a cool wind piercing my body. The nerves of tension that were stuck in my head now seemed to disappear. The mounting fear I had felt now ceased to exist. Instantly I let go of everything by passing.The face of my father who was at the wheel. I see so calm. The matter so heavy on his face now disappeared with a hue of calmness. That's how it looks to me. If only the problem could be solved by a gust of wind. Maybe I will always be in the middle of the wind blowing.
My father, who is now pedaling his paddle, is tired. Sweat that continues to pour in his temple depicts relentless fatigue. I, who was sitting right next to him, looked down at my father who was getting old.
While my mother was sitting near me. He looked relaxed and there was no burden on his face. As long as we were in the rickshaw, we were silent and silent. Each one was dissolved in his own delusion. The empty air accompanied our journey to the hospital. My father whose spirit so looks rife. I really want him to see my recovery. Getting excited.
Sometimes he said that my recovery must be seen immediately. I sat leaning back and looked around the street. There are a lot of kids that I see wearing school uniforms. My mind, too, drifted as if I was at school with my friend and studying. I didn't want to wake up from my sleep, which brought me to school.
My body stopped instantly. My fantasy also went flying, where? My little eyes turned around looking like someone had left me. Lost is invisible. I realized the longer I opened wide. My two small eyeballs are now as wide open as possible. It was me who had brought me to the real world. Where I have to fight to recover from my pain. My father's footsteps have taken me where I should be.
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