The Struggle of a Child
Our behavior in the midst of anger
Lunch was served by my father. My spoiled sister and I immediately took a plate to eat. We also sat neatly on the floor cross-legged with a unique small glass that my father bought for us. My father also sat down to enjoy dishes like ours. Sitting where a father should sit, in his chair located in the living room with a menu of food that he cooked earlier with a special plate that my father often used along with a cup that is slightly larger than our cup that wears the lid.
Meanwhile, our mother continued to look alone still standing in the kitchen. No, what is he waiting for. He still continued to stand upright without saying a word. His gaze that stared blankly now made me who saw increasingly ask in my heart.
He who had just gone out on his own will now looked as if he was blaming something with an unhappy look on his face.
I saw my father who wouldn't pay attention to that woman. Meanwhile, my sister who was sitting next to me so greedily she finished her food that it made her burp.
I turned my eyes back to see the rice that still looks a lot of mountains in front of me.
" Dad, Ana's done," took her plate and handed it to my father.
Looking at my brother's empty plate, why? dad's quiet. His face looked like one who had forgotten something. " Anna, how quickly did you finish eating?" Ask my dad if he doesn't believe it.
" Anna's not fast Dad," slowly. But, today, it's faster for Daddy because Ana is starving" with her head down.
" Did you read that prayer?" Ask my dad to know.
Spontaneous my sister's eyes glared by developing her innocent face. "Dad," with a slightly guilty face. " Anna forgot!" The tone of voice was slow and slightly held back while grinning.
" Kiddo, if before a meal be it eating rice or eating anything do not forget to read the prayer, son," with a soft tone of voice. " Liyan, you too, have read the prayer?" Ask my dad to want to know.
Spontaneously I was aghast and stunt. For a moment I silently looked at my father with a little nervousness. " Dad, same," grinned .
My father shut up and finished the meal.
My sister is moving. " Anna, you don't go first" my father pleaded.
"Dad He!" Said my sister who was kind today. He was so obedient to my father's request not to go out first.
" Liyan, are you done?" Ask my father who suddenly sees me.
" It's Dad!" Saw my father.
Aghastly my sister and I heard our mother talking from the kitchen. " Your son remembers to recite prayer before eating." He said with a sip of water while drinking.
My father heard her so upset but, he tried to hold back his anger by tightly closing his lips.
I spontaneously cast my gaze as well towards my sister. My sister who was looking happy now looks upset since our mother continued saying that.
My father who looks can melt the mood in his heart. " Kiddo, next time every meal read a prayer, yeah!" Pinta my father came back with a face full of supplications.
" Him, Dad!" Answer us in unison with a bent face.
" I don't like it when you have two kids, you don't read prayers when you want to eat." My father's eyes were so sharp they looked at us. " Son, reading the prayer before eating is a form of our gratitude to God who has given us favors, God has given us a fortune in the form of rice, a side dish like we eat this, son. Prayer before meals can also prevent demons from joining us in eating."
" Caty, Ana!" Shouted my father with a small.
Contact me and my sister who was fun to laugh by discussing funny toys. We stopped to look at my father so scared.
" Caty, Ana! So, you didn't listen to what I just said." My father's whining.
My brother and I saw each other. I saw my sister feel trembling Just as I felt it look like that from the veil of her face.
" That's your son being told not to listen." Throttling mother continued us from behind by pulling a little cynical lips.
My body still had a high fever and a cold that still made me shiver that I tried to hold and I covered from my father. Suddenly, it froze like ice.
My father was sitting in the chair right in front of me with a red face ignited by the anger he wanted to give to our mother, he continued, for his words that made my father unhappy.
" Sister, I'll be angry, look at his face!" My sister whispered in my ear.
I flicked my sister's fingers and told her to shut up. " He, brother," touching his nose.
Actually what my brother said about my father is true. What he read from the look on my father's face I did too.
" Dek, you shut up don't make a fuss! Shh !" Raise a little bit of my lips with hissing.
My father immediately looked towards the kitchen with an unhappy face, I saw it from the tail of my eyes while looking down.
" You don't interfere!" My father was irritated and his reddened face let out flames. " This, my son!" Reaffirm with strong protest.
" uh! Grunts annoyed. " Every day, only your son is the one you're proud of." Move from his seat.
" It's none of your business!" My dad's putting together his dinner plates.
My father went out too. My sister and I still look at each other and accuse each other.
" You, deck slump, no laughs," with a face so vexed that it was tight.
" Sister laughed too, right?" Back my sister threw a question.
" You, you're the one who took the time to listen to your story," in protest.
" He is, indeed why would you want to," my sister again protested.
" You." Hit my sister's hand slowly. " Sister." Reply to the same blow slowly as well. You, brother, you, brother, while hitting slowly with a laugh that looks so happy.
" ha! Especially you guys there." Mother's reprimands connect us with a voice that screeches the ear. " Some one will cry." He said firmly.
We also quietly shrieked a glance with a slightly sad face.
" Sister!" His voice hugged me for a moment. " He's scolding us." My sister doesn't seem to accept it. ".Brother, where are you going?" Ask my sister who saw me move.
" Sister wants to go out and see the guava." Brushed my sister's hand.
" What!" Brother stands. " Where is my brother guava?!" Ask my sister to know.
" That!" Pointing to the guava tree that stood upright in our yard.
"Where's brother?!" Walk following me out.
A face that was not full of confidence my sister saw a guava hanging on top of a tree. He looked at the guava with a look like counting from the bottom up and from the top down like that was what he did seriously.
Seriate.....