The Struggle of a Child
Welcoming Dad
My brother and I were still at the door waiting for our father to come from the mosque. The earth is also time to turn towards its other axis. A little away from the hot sun.
"Sister, where did you learn to make toys? I don't ever see, brother," my sister wants to know.
" Do you want to learn?" Ask me with a smile.
" So, brother now what are we going to do?" Ask brother.
" Just do what you want to do" flatly. " But remember not to be out of bounds, you'll be angry" warned my sister.
Instantly he frowned looking at me, as if he did not like my words.
From my words, I can already tell that my sister doesn't like her.
" Sister, Father," With his face that was not happy with my words. Lost when he saw my father walking. Spontaneous my sister ran after my father who looked still so far away.
His little legs were so swiftly stepping like one who broke through his enemy. From where I was silent he was so happy that his laughter filled the vast earth.
They both deserve to look like friends. Especially when the two of them fought it did not take long they had gotten along.
Now many parents do not want to take their children as friends. Sometimes the factor of the authority of those who are afraid to collapse when befriending those who are not the same age and equal with them.
But that doesn't apply to my father. My own father, when his children get away from him, it feels like his life is not excited.
Especially if my dad doesn't see me at home every time he comes home from work. His life is so heartless. If, my father sees me a little against him he always demands his rights against me. The ceiling of our house was crowded.
" Dad, we've arrived" My sister's smile adorned her innocent face.
" It, son! Now we eat," in my father's warm tone of voice.
" Sister, I'm fast, I'm running," as if my sister was showing off how happy she was today with her fast running towards my father.
" Liyan, where is your mother" said my father from the kitchen who was busy preparing lunch.
" Dad!" While following my busy father. " It is, son." My father without looking at my sister who is not tired of following him. " That's not Ana's mom, is it Dad!" With a little restraint his voice slowly. Instantly my father fell silent with his reflex stopping his steps. " Where do you know, son?" Asked my father who was so curious.The eyes of my brother who looked at my father nanar with a sad face. " Anna, I asked you where are you from?" It was as if my father wanted to hear it clearly coming out of my sister's mouth. " Shy! Ana knows," my sister answered. " How could it be that my father's son doesn't know," My father's gentle face so stressed now forced my sister to tell the truth. "Liyan!" Screeched my father with sharp eyes.
I who was a little careless spontaneously aghast looked at my father with a wave. It was as if I was so nervous hearing my father's screech and the look in his sharp eyes looking at me.
It was as if my father had placed his suspicions on me about what my brother said that sounded so stupid. " I-he, Dad," with my face stammered so much that I looked like a frightened person. " Not Dad, no, Brother Liyan," I spontaneously saved myself.
" Who then? Did anyone else say that? If not this house!" Emphasisfully.
Instantly I leaned my body against the wall.
" Dad, not brother who said," my sister explained to my father. " Father, who said Mother herself," said my sister with a clear decisiveness.
" It." My father said asking for justification for my brother's words.
"It's Dad! The mother said, look, Dad, from tomorrow you call me "Mother," full of emphasis so deep by doing the movement as told by the woman my sister demonstrated it. So he looks like a person who is acting like an artist. "So Dad, Ana won't call her Mom." My sister said loudly. " That means she's not Ana's mom, is Dad."
Only silence can my father give now in response to my brother not wanting to lose. " But that kid's not good," gave my sister enlightenment. "So, you called him, which kayak?!" Ask my dad who wants to know.
" Forced how?" My father wants to know.
" If she asks to be called "Mother" ." Looking at my father at a glance.
Without feeling guilty my sister still walked around with a relaxed and carefree look on her guilty face.
My father was silent while shaking his head at his son's behavior.
" Liyan, from tomorrow, remind your sister that she's in trouble again." My father, who was increasingly saturated with the behavior of my sister, gave up all responsibility to me.
I'm getting more and more erratic as a result of my pain. Just gawking at the emptiness that accompanied me.
My weak body was forced to endure amid the conversation that was not yet over.
"Liyan, answer father's question," looked at me with eyes hoping for honesty from me.
Looked into my father's eyes. " Dad, Iii**," the fear that was now agonizing with me seemed to hold my voice out.
" Liyan, why are you such a frightened person?" Glanced at me sharply.
I saw my sister who was so calm with a face pleading for her help. My sister just flinched looking at me without doing anything. On the other hand my father still kept staring and waiting for answers to his questions.
" Where's the food dad?" He approached my father and begged my father to get a plate.
" Dad." Call my sister slowly and then my sister looks at me. " Father's wife, she went out." Said my sister with a toilet.
Deg, I looked at my sister with a glance. It was as if my mind was filled with my pain problem like a sheet of test paper. It made me aghast at my sister's courage which made me stare as if, not believing that my sister said that.
" It's been a long time since he left" asked my father curiously looking at my sister and I sharply.
Maybe he'll come home. My panicked mind stared pus out.
" Have you come home?" He asked without saying hello.
My father, who was enjoying his job, prepared everything. He turned his body back and looked at the source of the sound. Both of his eyes spontaneously dodged. His face now looks as if he does not believe that the woman he married did as he pleased, went out of the house without asking permission and went home without knowing the time.
My father's middle-aged face was immediately upset who tried to get dim. " Where have you been" my father spontaneously turned his back on him. The glare of her sharp eyes I saw as I took my rice.
My sister who was far away from me is now approaching my weak body. My body hurts but, I cover it up from everything as if they see me okay.
" Sister," Raised his head by raising a few eyebrows as a gesture pointing to the woman who was like her enemy.
Instantly I brushed off my sister's gaze by opening both of my eyes. As a gesture to tell my sister to shut up.
My father looked so upset and disappointed. Every time he comes back from earning a living the wife he now starts to love makes him even more frustrated.
Seriate....