The Struggle of a Child
My sister's missing
We arrived home. My mother, too, rushed to get off first. And then followed by me. My father walked quickly and hurriedly.I saw him so frantically thinking about my sister who had not been seen until now. With his body already starting to neigh he forced his feet to step. Looking for my spoiled sister.
Tired still visible on his face. Both of his eyes showed that my father wanted to take a break. His hand was so trembling that it was seen by me by grasping the groceries he was carrying. His breath that was now breathless bore witness to me to his exhaustion.
I'm still standing between the kitchen and the living room. Seeing her is so worrying about my sister. It was clear from his tired face.
I looked occasionally at the wall clock not far away hanging near the window right in front of me. My mother immediately walked into the kitchen to my father. He extended his help to my father. Silently he cleaned all the groceries brought by my father earlier. My father went missing looking for my sister. To this day I have not seen him back.
My sister who has not been seen so far. It also made me have to take part in looking for it. My pain that now afflicts my tiny body I no longer ignore. My body temperature is hot, the more it feels. Makes me forget for a moment. I went out to find my sister.
With a drooping step I dragged my feet. After I change my clothes. I walked from the shady edge of the road. Combing through every suburb of the house just to see my sister. Way by way I've been through. By attaching my gaze to all sides of the street and the house I saw.
Along the way I saw many children clustered with their toys. Instantly I swung my steps to that place.
I approached and watched the children play. I took a long breath. The look on my face immediately turned so deeply disappointed. That I haven't found my sister yet. With a weak body. I went back as far as I could to find my sister.
I also adjusted my steps again while sighing. My mind returned and I put it together and forgot the pain I was experiencing. The day wind that blew so coldly pierced into my joints. Makes my body feel shivering. My worries began to rise. The look on my face began to look tangled. Every now and then, my anger ignited in my heart recalling the exhaustion my father felt that he had been through all day.
I again turned the road to my sister's friend's house that I knew. With a heart mixed with fire in it I approached the house of one of my sister's friends whom I had seen.
I stopped my steps and approached him.
" Dek, have you seen brother?" I asked with a full probing and lethargic face.
"Sister's sister." They also try to remember.
" He, did you see him." I said back to affirm.
"Son, I haven't seen him today." He said leave me.
With a disappointed face I again turned my steps towards my sister's other friend's house.
In the middle of the road I saw my sister's friend who was so close to my sister who was none other than Rahmadani.
" Sister." Rahmadani's.
I also turned my gaze towards the source of the voice that stopped my steps.
" It is, deck." I said with a slightly bent face.
"What's not it anymore?" Ask so probing.
"Sister is looking for sister. Did you see him?" I asked with full investigation.
"No brother! Since when did Ana disappear sister?" He returned with curiosity.
"From school's time, deck!" I said flatly.
Rahmadani was so sad to see me who was sick again. He also unhesitatingly extended his help to help me find my sister.
"Sister, then, let's find sister brother together!" He stepped on his feet and removed the small wood he had held earlier. What I saw earlier, he used to carve on the ground.
"Yes, deck!" We also walked to find my sister around the road that is near our house.
Time is getting longer and more showing the day. The hot afternoon sun made my little lips dry.
For a moment, I forgot my pain and saw the children I saw.
We stopped back at the children's area gathered in someone's house. I saw a kid playing with my sister's likeness.
I saw him so closely. Look at him without flinching. Immediately, I spontaneously approached the child I saw.
"Sister, why stop?" Rahmadani asked curiously.
" He,dek! That's brother see there's a kid who looks like sister brother." I said as I walked over.
"Son, let me see which one's his son!" Rahmadani walked ahead.
"Sir, it's not Ana, brother! That's a new kid who just moved to our village a few days, brother. He's only been in school a few days. One school is with us. And indeed from behind he looks a little like Ana. But it's not Ana sister."
"Why? Brother doesn't know the deck."
"Sister, you never get out of the house."
"It's deck, especially all this time, brother's sick!"
"What kind of sick sister?"
"Fever deck."
"Sister, why is it so long ago sister?"
"He's deck, brother doesn't know."
"Sister, let's go find Ana now! It will soon rain down. I'm afraid you'll be angry with big brother."
Heard the words of Rahmadani who cared so much about my health. Makes me so happy and forget the little turmoil that is in my heart. As we walked I looked at him from behind. He was trying to help me and remind me of my father.
Instantly I remembered my father's face if he was angry again!
" He, grandpa you know!" Walking back down the street to every house - people we know.
"What is Rahmadani?" Ask a child standing at the door.
"Finding Ana, did you see her?" Ask Rahmadani who is standing next to me.
" No! We just came home from school not going together." He said with great affirmation.
" Where did he go, yeah!" Rahmadani's.
On our way back to look for my sister who is still wearing school clothes. I also tried to rotate my eyes to see every hallway of the house and the road. I haven't seen him yet. No, where is he at the moment.Gertutuku in the heart.
With a step that is still stumbling I try while remembering what I do not know. Sometimes I invite Rahmadani who is still beside me to talk about my other brother's friend.
"Rahmadani, do you still know the other brother's sister's friend?"
"Hm! It is possible that Ana is there, brother. Let's get our brother over there!"
Rahmadani reflexively pulled my hand tightly so that my drooping little leg had to drag with a stumble. So we seemed to be walking like people being chased by something that made my breath gasp.
Seriate....