The Struggle of a Child
Which I saw
Our journey too, was so long today. Take a long time. Especially for my father. The wind that blows. Even in the heat of this heat, hit my face.
My father was pedaling her pedal. In the heat of the hot sun, it stopped instantly. "Why did you stop?" I asked with full investigation. I saw my dad like, saw something downstairs. "Dad, Daddy wants to see. Ls it? The tires are leaking or not, son!" My father, too, immediately crouched down. Look at the place he suspects.
I looked from my seat. If, my father was so tangled it looks from his face. My contact mother also sat opposite me. Chose to come down to see my dad.
He too, walked over to my father. Standing right next to my dad. "Where, who leaked?" Scrupulously. My contact mother noticed. "I see! There's no!" Humping down following like my father.
I, too, watched those who saw. So, enthusiastic wants to find out.
My tiny body, now feels comfortable. The heat that was covering my body. It now feels neutral. The air is so wide. Removing heat from my tiny body.
My father, too, stood up. Followed by my mother who was next to him. Their faces, too, looked so fine. My father's face described as if nothing had happened to his tyres. Everything is safe and can be controlled.
My mother, too, is now walking towards the place where she was sitting next to me.
" Dad! Banana leaking?" I asked with full investigation.
"No, boy!" Said my father, who was now rushing to pedal quickly.
Throughout journey. I took a little bit of my mind to fly. Seeing the atmosphere of loose air that can eliminate the feeling of restlessness and anxiety. In my heart that haunts me. The pain made my days worse. A moment of lost passed. The air was so high, it made me enjoy my journey.
My dad keeps pedaling his pedicab. Now stop at the crossroad. I who was carried by the sound of the wind blowing suddenly realized. Seeing my father hurry up in a hurry to park his rickshaw and leave immediately. Without dying a word. I, too, followed in his footsteps until it disappeared.
My father, it turns out, has arrived in a city. Many pedestrians carry baskets. Some are empty and some contain groceries. Even I, for a moment, got an answer. If my dad were to go shopping now! Shopping for our daily meals. Meanwhile, my mother called me down and left me too, instantly.
I am the one who flinch at my place. Stare at him with clinging. He too, went walking. Passing the side of the road filled with traders who peddle sales.
Like, what I saw. He went to the merchant who sold clothes. Curiously. I keep looking at him. He too, stopped and walked. Surround occasionally. I saw him touch some clothes. His gaze, too, did not switch from the clothes he touched for the fifth time. He was so, stunned to see the clothes he had taken. He, too, occasionally tried. Pairing those clothes on her body. Walking while turning his body around with the mirror he was holding. Sometimes the mirror. He pointed it at his clothes. To see the reflection of the clothes he was wearing in the mirror.
I who see without blinking a bit, puff! Even my little fingers, involuntarily touched a plastic that was located adjacent to my seat. I immediately gasped and took my eyes off my mother for a moment. And see what? Which was touched by me. I was curious and grabbed the wrapped plastic by swinging it into the air.
Instantly, my little hand came to a halt! "Liyan! What are you holding?" I, too, turned my face towards the source of the voice. I, too, fell silent and handed the wrapped plastic over to my mother."Oho! It's your medicine!" He said, taking the plastic and sitting next to me. "This don't you hold! It will fall and disappear." He too, put it on his lap.
"Dad, how long was it?"
"Yes, so many people bought it, son! So solid. With his voice and tired face. Looks so, a little wet from sweat sweat.
"Yes, already! Let's go home now! Poor Ana. How about going home from school? No one's home.Where possible, he can get into the house. Our house is locked and the key we bring.Said my Welcome mother cut off the conversation.
My father too, rushed as quickly as possible. I saw the groceries in front of me. So many!
My mother was in contact, I saw it occasionally. He saw my dad who was focused on pedaling his pedicab. With a gaze that held a unease. He saw my father repeatedly. Every now and then, I heard him take a rough breath. A straight look ahead.
I sat quietly with sweetness . Enjoy the long journey with the smell of the market that smells bad.
Along the way I saw more and more swapped with as the pedicab passed by my father. It doesn't feel like a sign now, visible to me. A special sign that shows our house.
"Have your sister gone home?!" Ask my father the question, it was directed against me.
I was next to my father. Just silence! I didn't give any answers. Only my eyes can be drawn to him.
My mother-in-law heard it, "If I think, already! I told you it was a long time ago. Last time, we left at 08.00 WIB. And now it's 11:30 WIB. Yes, he must have come home." With a voice so slightly pressing.
"Yes, yeah! Poor, son!" Staring ahead of the road with a view of anxiety.
I'm sitting on the rickshaw. Just silence. Listen to them both talk. Though, once in a while I switched eyes from the two of them. My little voice, too, is now beginning to sound with gasps. " I'm scared! He's snooping, Dad!" Staring at my father with a million regrets because I was sick all I wanted so, messy. I stared at the whole road. To view. Ls it? There's still my brother from the students left. Walk on!
From the seat. I saw a kid in a school uniform. They laughed off. Walk around while embracing each other's friends. With steps neatly arranged.
My father stopped and pushed the rickshaw to the side of the road. He rushed to my sister's school. And I saw from a distance. My father talked to someone he met there. They pointed at the school gate occasionally.
I didn't see how long. My father left too. He walked so lethargic. I was watching the children walking. None of them. I saw my sister.
Seriate.....