The Struggle of a Child

The Struggle of a Child
My sister's search


I quickly looked around so carefully that no one was missed by me. I kept putting my eyes together so wide.


My sister who is so crazy about playing.To date she is still not found.


Rahmadani and I are still on the road. In the scorching sun. Our dry throats and lips make us occasionally stop at the stall to buy drinks even if it is just ice candles. To wet our lips and throat.


"Rahmadani aren't you tired?" I walk beside Rahmadani.


"Sister, I'm actually tired. But I'm sorry to see you looking for Ana alone, sister!" Rahmadani.


I saw him immediately too. She was so sympathetic with me that she had to sacrifice her tired body just to help me. I swung my feet again with the clothes down that flew in the wind.


"Rahmadani if you're tired we'll just go home."


"Thank you, brother! I'm not tired, brother. Poor Ana sister. Where is he, brother? Where was my sister?"


"Sister just went deck medic! Same with my brother."


"So, who's at the sister's house when Ana comes home from school, sister?"


"There's a deck!"


"But sister, why hasn't Ana been found all this time, huh? We've been around the house, in fact, the road we've been through so much but we still haven't found it."


"Yes, my sister is tired. Hows it? If we take a break."


"Yes,ayo brother! Brother kan, again sick. We rest under that tree, brother."


Rahmadani and I went straight to a tree that was so tenuous that not a single leaf was lush. We sat down to stretch our leg muscles while sighing and relieving fatigue for a moment. In my sitting, I faced the body of the road with a view that was still awake. Seeing people crossing the small road that was in front of me.


Sometimes I break the silence by throwing some questions to Rahmadani.


"Rahmadani, are you not scolded by your parents? Because you saw your mother so chatty." With a slight tone of voice that was heavy and filled with caution.


" No brother! My mother's not home this afternoon."


"So, who's in your house?"


"Sister Widia!"


"What's? Spontaneously I was immediately aghast with both of my eyes wide.


Widia is your sister? The same school as us."


"Yes,kak. Does your sister know?" Ask Rahmadani with a search.


" He, Widia is a class with a sister, in fact, we are my fellow."


"Ha! It means we can dong go to school together, sis."


Suddenly in the middle of our chatter, a screaming voice called out to me.


"Sir Liyan!"


I was shocked to hear such a loud scream. I tried to find him too. I felt like my sister was calling me.


My face immediately sparkled with a loose smile engraved from the indentation of my small lips.


Andrey! Little mummy.


" Sister, what's this brother?" Andrini asked while arranging his seat near me and Rahmadani.


"Sister's looking for sister." I said with a face that was bent.


"Where's brother?"


"Silver didn't know.But that was when my brother came home from the hospital. Brother sister is no longer in school."


I started to remember my other brother's friend. In my waking seat I looked at Rahmadani who had looked clear and silent.


I started twisting my eyes. Sharply sharpened my mind so that everything I went through today including in my sister's search was over soon. I swung back my legs slowly. Rahmadani and Andrini helped me.


"Sister, let's take a look at the other kids' playgrounds."


"Another children's game? Where is that deck?" I asked an uncertain question to be answered by Andrini and Rahmadani.


" I don't know either, brother. But what we're obviously looking for is to see you." Andrini.


Hearing the words of Andrini who was so optimistic made me a little doubt. Because I know that my brother plays his legs so long. Sometimes he doesn't remember the time. Especially to eat stuffing his stomach, even though he will not ignore.


As the day grew, my stomach began to feel hungry. The singing voice from my small stomach was now starting to sound clearly.


"Sister, brother go home first, oh!" Take Andrini who walks beside me.


"Dec, in a minute."


"But brother, brother's belly rang I heard, brother." Andrini.


" Sister, let's go home. You're sick again." Rahmadani's.


"Sister, later brother is sick again.Emang sister is not afraid Daddy brother is angry with sister." Andrini said with worry.


" But, sister brother hasn't come home.Pity Father Brother must be worried about sister brother." I said softly staring at the air.


I also glanced at Andrini and Rahmadani who walked in tandem.


"Sister, let's see there's another kid playing a bike. Who knows if my sister is there." Andrini pointed to a narrow path that children often use to play.


I took my foot to the kids who were playing bicycles. I saw so many children gathered watching them play. With my face tightened I forced my tiny body to look where the child who was laughing was so happy I saw.


They were not the slightest fatigue visible from the look on his face. My steps arrived and approached them.


" Have you seen brother?" I asked straightforwardly.


"Oh! Brother sister named Ana right sister?" Ask one of their children.


"Did you see it?" Ask Rahmadani who is standing next to me.


"She, I saw it."


"Where?" Andrini asked in full probing.


"She, I saw her coming home from school right in front of the gate. He walks with another class. Try to remember him! Who and where is the house?" He began to remember the boy who was in a school.


"She, try to remember!" Andrini.


"Do you know where the house is?" Rahmadani said looking at the boy seriously.


" Sorry, brother, I forgot!" He said with a soft.


As soon as I began to give up, I felt like I could no longer walk all day in the heat of the sun.


I also turned my body so fast.


" Sister, how now? Do we have to search again or go home?" Andrini asked who was so sad to see me.


Hearing Andrini's words I was silent and looked straight ahead with a body that was not good friends with me. I keep trying to remember while walking, where? What is clear is that my purpose today has been lost.


That unanimous belief was embedded in me. That, I'll find my spoiled sister is no more. Now only empty hands I can take home.


Seriate....