The Struggle of a Child
Payment of rented house
" Okay, Dad!" With a little careless step I forced my feet to drag.
I also entered with my weak shadow. Now my helpless eyes could no longer stare. Soon I might pull my blanket and cover my hot, cold body. Trembling felt my whole body looking at my increasingly pale face.
From the outside I heard a commotion. I who was awake in my sleep woke up and saw. My weak little body stood behind the door of the room. I saw my father, my sister and my mother. They were standing behind my father talking to someone outside.
" Him, Sir! I know." My father said with a worried face.
Mom kept us quiet. It looks like his face is scared. It was so tight staring at the figure who spoke slightly up to my father.
" Why is this?" In a high voice the man spoke to my father.
" I'm sorry, sir, the money that's been collected just now, sir." With a little voice my father low. " My son is sick again, sir. I beg you to give me time to pay it off, sir." My father said with a clean sliver.
I who was still standing while listening shut my mouth tightly so that no one would know me if I eavesdropped.
The sound of my cough that I was now holding almost caught me now I close tightly with my hands. Today my behavior is strange. Stand behind the door like a thief.
Even a small laugh now tickled my heart that was wrapped by my weak body.
" I don't want to know! In the near future, you should get the money, as soon as possible! It's good that you occupy my house to pay for it like this!" His voice grew louder and higher until it sounded as beautiful as the world.
" That's it, sir!" My father said.
My sister who was standing in the corner of my father's dining table was silent and frightened. My sister's face now looks pale looking down at my father who was scolded by that person.
" Sir, I'm sorry, because my daughter is sick again, sir. I beg you to give me time, sir. I promise, I'll cover up the flaws." In a soft voice my father begged expectantly.
The eyes of the man were so sharp that he saw my father. His cynical face now looks clearly very hateful to see my father who can not give his money intact.
" You know this house, many want it! Today my house is empty. Today someone wants to sign him." His voice was still so loud.
My little lips were shut shut tightly. My face was so soft that I saw my helpless father. His visibly frail body stood still in the face of his bitter problem.
Instantly my father was silent and looked down with a sad face. He could not see the middle-aged man in front of him. He also could not leave the man. Because my father had to show his courage to face his problems and responsibility for his family. Again, my father could only say.
" Please give me time, I promise I will cover up the shortcomings. I beg you to understand from Father. That right now my daughter is sick again, sir." My father clenched his hands together in a pleading voice.
" I don't want to know, want your son alive or dead. All I want to know is, you're gonna have to pay off the payment for this rented house you're in!" Suppressingly the man shouted loudly to my father.
Once again I could only silently hear from the room. Just being able to watch them was like seeing an exhibition show.
My father's tired face which now looks fine wrinkles are increasingly looking very need help. However, none of us who heard and saw were able to help my father.
We could only watch and follow until where the flow would be completed. My helplessness makes me so sad.
My father's face looked like one that was confused and doubtful. Doubts over a week made him think so hard to find additional money to pay off or look for a new contract. It made him even more frustrated that he was still staring blankly down.
" How? You can't afford it! If it doesn't! No need to wait long. You also leave today from here. I don't want to wait long. It's delicious!" With his cynical face.
My father was still silent. It was as if he was again wrestling with his mind that wanted to find a way out for all of this.
His hands that had looked weak and wrinkled were now drooping helplessly. His eyes that looked stifling were sadly staring with a blank look.
My father was still standing facing the man. I keep peeking now, from my bedroom window.
" God willing, sir, I'll work on it in a week's time." My father said with a little doubt.
" Yes, soon maybe you should pay it off. If it could be better tomorrow." Said the man a little loudly.
Hearing the word "tomorrow" my father panicked. The panic was strong within him. Her aged pale lips were now tightly shut. He could only hear the man talking non-stop. His loud screams made my father sometimes surprised.
" I love you tempo. You must pay it off immediately. Don't give me any reason I don't like." The man left and disappeared from my father's presence.
My father turned his body slowly which looked so limp. The sad face of thinking now looks to decorate our house.
With a drooping step he walked so slowly carrying such a heavy weight on his shoulders. He swiftly forced his feet to step though, looking a little shaky.
" Dad!" My brother cried out to my father in fear. " Dad, that guy's so fierce dad." Staring at my father with his spoiled fear.
My brother's innocent face was so frightened.
My mother looked sad too. He who was in the kitchen immediately stepped his feet toward my father.
" You need not be afraid. I'll help you." He said slowly.
I heard that everything just froze like ice in my own room. My weak limbs now want to fall to the floor. Shaking because of the commotion about the money my father has not paid for the house in full.
My body is still sick. Shocked at hearing everything . His harsh words made me drown.
" You don't need to help me because it's my responsibility." My father insists.
" But how could you possibly earn that kind of money in a week's time." Mother said connect us flatly. " Not to mention you have to bring Liyan in for treatment tomorrow." He said back to remind.
My father doesn't make a sound. He was silent I heard. Only my spoiled sister's whining sounded loud.
Seriate.....