The Struggle of a Child
My sad little brother plays dolls
" Not to." My father kept whistling loudly refusing my mother's help.
" You think it's okay before everything falls apart." Full affirmation.
Seeing my father was so lethargic. Due to the emphasis of the man until now my father still remembered the incident earlier. His face is still visible in the bow.
" Dad, where are you going?" Ask my sister who keeps clinging to my dad.
My father stood up to take his pants off the hanger. "Dad wants to go to work first, son." My father answered flatly without seeing my sister.
My brother still holds my father's hand. " But I just got home." With a soft voice looking at my father.
" He is, son, but I have no more money. You want a snack, right ?" My father looked at my sister.
" It's, Dad, but I'll be home soon, right?!" My sister was so worried about being seen from her face.
" It, son! Take care of your brother, yeah! Don't fight you guys, yeah!" My father was full of affirmation.
I saw my father walking slowly. His face was so tight that he stared straight with the look of his eyes as if challenging an enemy.
His steps were shuffled as he stepped closer to the shoes and put them on. His breath with a sigh was now heard blowing from his nose violently. His body was wrapped in clothes that looked as if they were covering his skin.
" Anna, take care of your sister. Don't let him go far!" My father disappeared.
My father's wish was so strong that he would get that kind of money in one week. The look that was empty now changed instantly. Become a hopeful look.
His spirit is so strong with a round determination he will be able to go through it all. As if, he is today confident, will be able to meet the demand of the owner of the rented house with the promise they agreed together.
My father soon disappeared from the door without even looking at us. His steps that had looked stuttering were immediately eloquent in sight. My self who was wary of seeing my father has now relaxed again.
" Sister," my sister approached me who was standing in the corner of our wardrobe. " I'm scared! Same with uwa, brother." His tone of voice was slow with his flat face staring at me fixedly. It was as if my sister wanted to say that she no longer wanted to see that uwa coming.
His gaze was so soft with a frightened face. My sister put her body on me.
" Sister, uwa it's not coming again, is it?" Ask my sister to know with confidence.
" So calm down, there's Dad" I said as I calmed my sister.
" So I was afraid, brother," my sister again chimed in on my words by protesting against what I said.
I hugged my sister with my weak body. My legs that wanted to fall on the floor as much as I could hold them firmly.
My sister still hugged me tightly. She was so unwilling to let go of her embrace though, I patted her softly.
" Deck," let go of my sister's embrace. " You need not be afraid. You scolded him, didn't you." Staring at my sister.
I heard my mother talking to us again mengedumel himself in the kitchen with a growl. Highlight his sharp eyes with a face filled with such vexation. He looked at us so scary to me.
" Deck, let's go to room, come on!" Take me with a sweet smile.
" Enga, in the hot room, brother," said my sister, refusing. " An, I still want to be outside." With an affirmation that seems unable to be bargained anymore.
Spontaneously I pulled a little of my lips with a frown. I find it hard to control my brother's passionate desires.
" Liyan, what is your sister!?!" I screamed, you pulled us out of the kitchen.
I who was so upset with my sister looked at her with an unpleasant look and then turned her away elsewhere. Her tight face that looked so enthusiastic saw me back.
" Play a doll" I said flatly.
Tired of feeling my legs supporting my weak little body. Seeing my brother who wants to be accompanied to play. Not to mention with our connecting mother who is always intimidating.
" Deck, brother's limp, want to sleep!" With a lethargic face.
" Sister," my sister showed her sad face. "in a moment, why sis?" My sister pleaded with a face of pity.
For a moment I was silent hearing my sister's wish. Then sit like a person meditating next to him who is so engrossed in his game.
" Dek, why is the doll made like that? It'll break, lo!" I was a little upset with the protests.
" Reluctant, anything sis," said my little brother who was not very fond of protesting.
I also just kept watching the dolls played by my sister so fun. His sad face and fear had now disappeared instantly.
It felt like my sister had never experienced such a heartbreaking incident before. Something that made him so traumatized. So difficult, he was trying his best to neutralize his situation so that it looks normal again.
His teary eyes saw my father being angered by the stranger. He made her silence to hold back the crying.
" Liyan, say the same to your sister, arrange the toys!" With a voice that doesn't like.
I suddenly fell silent hearing it. Staring at our connecting mother who walked around the kitchen like a busy person. Meanwhile, my sister who was engrossed in playing with her dolls looked like a fool. He was so devastated to hear the words of our extended mother who was so incessant to speak.
He immediately looked uninspired his plain face immediately seemed to be bent. " Sister," his spoiled face looked at me with a hint of sadness. As if, my sister complained her heart to me. That, he wants to continue playing.
" Sister, I still want to play," my sister whines further in playing it, with the look of her face that is so unwilling to take off her game, clearly visible.
" The deck! Tomorrow we play the doll again," staring at my sister trying to seduce him to immediately stop the game.
" Anah, what else is your toy! It's gonna be night." Shouted our mother.
My brother's hand stopped. Her innocent face now looks so slick. His face looks sour by advancing his lips snout forward.
I can't quite calm my sister. My sister is very difficult to calm down. Only my father can calm him down.
If my father calms my brother, then my life is over. Meanwhile, my father told me to take care of my sister. If my father knew this was my brother's situation, then I would get angry. It's as the saying goes, the one who ate your jackfruit got his sap. That is what my life is like now.
I can't do anything about my sister. I took a breath looking at my sister who was so upset with the woman.
" Ana***," he fell silent at once.
My sister immediately cut off her conversation in annoyance. "Yes, no!" Answer my sister with a sniffle. His face was so displeased as he mengedumel.
I saw them both so confused. I stared at them one by one with a dumb bell.
Seriate.....