The Struggle of a Child
Ruckus
My father who did not speak the slightest bit about what my mother told me made the woman so big head.
I who was sitting on the edge of my bed heard a moment of silence. I was so curious, what happened now moved and stood looking at them.
Both balls of my eyes stared at the nanar seeing them each silent.
I watched from behind my bedroom door my sister who was scolded by my father to tears has now been silent in my father's arms. My father, who had been scolding my sister, immediately relieved his anger and did not continue anything that wanted to come out of his mouth. I saw my father so firmly clenching his lips together while looking at my poor sister.
The gentle touch of my father's hand hugging him was able to ease my brother's broken cry.
The sobs that had come out were now able to be contained.
My close mother who saw him was getting more sultry from the look of his face that was so sour. He who was standing near my father and brother now opened his mouth to my father.
" You're so spoiling your son this one." My mother said to me with ketus.
My father who heard it is getting upset. His face that was flat now looked so red as to give off a hot fire. My father looked at my mother with a sharp eye and both eyes glared.
My father's gaze never once turned away from my mother. My father who sat in his chair while holding my sister bit both molars strongly.
"How dare you meddle with me and my son!" My father in a rising voice threw those words at him. " You don't have to say a word because I never asked you to say anything in this house." My dad glanced at my mom with me.
I who stood behind the door trembling to hear the voice of my father who so filled the room of our house.
" Oh! So, so is it! Let you know, yeah!" Appointing my sister with great emphasis. "This child! This one always makes trouble." My mother said with a high and fiery face. "You so indulge him no day without following all his will." With a fiery heart my mother continued to terrorize my father with her chatter.
"Shut up!" Shouted my father loudly. " It's none of your business to want me to spoil him or not! Because she's my daughter. He's my flesh and blood where I might listen to you more than my son." My father was so upset by the look on his face that it looked hot.
I was in the room so panicked and anxious to see what happened today at our house. I who was in pain was so upset to hear such a great quarrel. Makes me instant, like being in the clutches of a wild tiger's mouth.
My weak legs drooped that could support my body even though in a condition of training now can no longer support even in a state of walking. My heart feels now like it wants to escape.My breathing is now like breaking up. My blood that I could still feel normally is now nothing I feel. I immediately tried to neutralize everything I experienced today. Strive vigorously to dilute any gripping atmosphere.
" Let you know! You didn't experience what my children experienced when they were in their mother's house. So don't try to get in my way! Let alone teaching me about my son." My father said with great emphasis.
" Do you think you're the only one with kids!" My mother continued to say the words she wanted to say to my father. " A lot of people out there have kids. But there's no one like you!" He said with annoyance.
Hmh! My father also looks so upset by looking at my mother with a sharp. Meanwhile, my sister who was in my father's lap was silent and saw those who were fighting.
I stayed behind the door to see and hear everything. Both my eyeballs were directed to my sister who was in my father's lap. My sister was so cynical to see my mother-in-law who tried to dissuade my father from spoiling her back.
His gaze was so eager to pounce on the woman before him if he could. My sister was so annoyed to see from the look of her sharp eyes.
" Don't you ever equate me with anyone out there." My father who was still sitting in his chair delivered tightly.
" Shame you said! Who is ashamed." My father said a little to shrink his voice.
My father saw me come out of the room and walk up to those who were noisier. Taking a deep breath looked at my sister who was still in her lap. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law went out to leave us.
"Dad! Why did you fight?" I asked with a loud voice.
My father didn't answer any of the questions I asked him. She was just him and looked at me as well with an annoyed face. While my brother who was in my father's lap just shut up and looked at me with his beautiful face.
" Liyan, if you see Daddy fighting don't like eavesdropping." My father said flatly. " It's not! Even standing there you see and listen to your parents quarrel." My father looked at the wall clock by turning his head to the right.
" Dad! That's why I don't fight inside the house." Said my sister sitting on my father's lap right now.
My father saw my sister too. My sister who was sitting on her lap is now standing and walking towards the door.
"Liyan, this is about to enter the Maghrib. Didn't you eat?" Ask my dad who got out of his chair.
" Him, Dad! Liyan will soon eat." I stood facing my father.
My father looks so calm. Walk slowly want to take ablution. It suddenly came to a halt with the sound of my sister standing right in front of the door.
" Dad! Where did that mother go?" Ask my brother who is silent at the door to turn his body to see my father.
" Don't know, son." My father replied firmly while continuing his journey.
I'm beside my father so sad to see our family today. There was a commotion that did not exist yet the middle way. I also think my mother and my father should be able to do something.
"Sister, aren't we going to school tomorrow?" Ask my sister to take her eyes off.
" Don't know the deck yet." Answer me firmly.
" Sister, if you're a school sister, we're going out tomorrow." My sister walked towards the corner of the outer wall of my father's room.
I was still standing in his footsteps with my two small eyeballs.My brother was so clever as to draw sympathy from my father that he did not continue to be scolded.
I know how my father's nature is when he's angry the big beach waves he can throw.
I who was often exposed to the tantrums of my father must have been immune to what my father would say.
Seriate....