CREATIONS
Starting with Betrayal
'‘But ... I want to play sir, like other kids", said Junior.
"If you play with them, what do you want to be" Alex asked his father junior while kicking his son's leg.
"Ow .. sir is sick", Junior is in pain.
"What's wrong with your feet, try to lift" said the father.
"Nothing, sir?" answer Junior.
"Why are your legs Junior?", his father pulled his son's legs.
‘No sir", Junior Sahud.
"You don't lie, you never teach your child to be dishonest .. This is why Junior" said Alex, Junior's father, holding back emotions.
"So I was playing with a child chasing a kite broke, accidentally my foot was hit by a nail sir", replied Junior in a low tone.
‘'Apah ?.. have been told not to play with the village children here, manya not really", Alex the father of Junior, then slap his son's face.
(The junior mother of the kitchen approached the two to stop her husband's act of punishing his son)
"Pak have not been too excessive in punishing, gini also your son our son. Please let me know if Junior can get hurt. Which is difficult later we also.", Mariam Junior's mother while bringing her mother.
"This is because you are too pampering the child, this is the effect of playing outside. Look at Junior's leg he's hit by a nail", Alex Junior's father, then goes in to take bethadin and alcohol.
"Why are you junior", asked Mariam Junior's mother, sadly.
"I was hit by a nail while chasing a bu” kite, replied Junior.
(His mother saw his son's left leg wound)
"You're not careful dear" said Mariam Junior's mother.
(His father approached Junior with a container of hot water and raised his son's leg by force)
"Come Junior don't cry being a man" said Alex the father of Junior.
"No sir, I'm afraid" replied Junior, terrified that his feet would be soaked in hot water.
"If you dare to do you have to dare to take responsibility" said the father and forced his son's legs into the container.
"It hurts. sir... it hurts. sir", Junior complained of pain while holding back.
"Don't cry you Junior, you're not a sissy ‘shake it" Alex said of Junior.
(After that, apply alcohol with bethadin so as not to be infected)
"Remember the message you don't play with the kids here. Understand you", said Alex, Junior's father, threatening.
"Okay sir, Junior understands. And will not make any more mistakes", Junior recited his father's advice.
1 week passed Junior's injured leg finally healed. He peeked out of the glass of the house to see his friends playing cool. I wanted to join them but it was impossible to be punished again.
"I've been watching tv to accompany my mother while sewing the torn clothes" said Junior spoke in his heart.
"His work-father went home long time?", asked Junior to his mother.
"3 days let the father come home from the city, what are you asking like that!", asked Mariam Junior's mother, to her son.
"No ma'am", Junior shakes his head while looking down.
"That's you boong. Surely you want to play billiards.don't!", said Mariam Junior's mother.
"What's wrong with Junior playing with them", Junior questioned his mother.
"There's nothing wrong with you and them. I'm worried, afraid it's not desirable. She loves you very much if you don't love where she might care about you", Mariam Junior's mother advised.
"But if dear why am I scolded even like to be thumped using a buckle to bring a file on the body?.." asked Junior who did not believe.
"He's mom.. Junior now understands his parents firmly in educating", Junior taught his mother's advice.
To the next day on the way home from Junior school runs alone, from the back there is a call to Junior. Then looking back wanted to know who was calling him with a smiling face greeting his friends.
"Hay.. I guess who" said Junior.
(One of them named Laki answered)
"You're okay about yesterday" asked the man.
'‘It's a pleasure for me to do nothing", Junior replied casually.
"Oh, thank goodness, you know next-class Joni is not going to play football tomorrow, yes we are short of 1 member if you come, we must be very happy" said Laki with a happy face.
"Oh yes I'm competing with you guys", replied Junior excitedly.
The next day clockwise walking towards 3 pm. The atmosphere of the house was so quiet only 2 people he and his mother, saw his mother who was asleep lying on the floor. Plus the situation is safe because his father will be home in 1 day. Hurrying to put the equipment into the bag, walking quietly so as not to disturb, I closed the door slowly so as not to be heard, I closed the door, Looking back towards the house looking from the outside glass of the house is still in the same condition.
(Junior ran quickly towards the football field, seeing his friends waiting)
"Hay.. ma’af I arrived late", Junior greeted the theme.
'‘Not the most important Junior you came. You have to wear the uniform in 5 minutes will start not forget the harvester so as not to be injured", replied Laki with a smile.
Prit. the referee sounded the sign of the match at the start. The atmosphere of the game is very exciting, attacking each other but unwanted things happen. Junior who gets the ball pass from his theme abas dribbling, in front of him there is a chance to shoot into a goal, with hard he release the ball from his feet. So fast the ball goes towards the goalkeeper and succeeds on the tepis, the vomit ball from Junior was used by his theme named Laki and shot loudly in an unclear direction and missed breaking the window glass around the field. All pairs of eyes were fixed to where the direction of the ball was silent all.
"We're in big trouble broken glass", said the opposing team.
From the building of the house hit by the ball came out a middle-aged man carrying a story and shouting.
"Who did this", said Mr. Emon with a high emotional tone.
(The man who kicked the ball shouted loudly)
He sir.. Junior did it", shouted the male pointing to Junior.
"What. said Junior. You're the one who kicked it instead of me", Junior defended himself.
"You Junior are looking and causing the glass to break", the boy blamed Junior again.
"I'm the one who kicked but on the edge, then you continue the hard kick drove the ball into the glass" said Junior explained.
"You're the wrong Junior", said the man.
(Everybody there doesn't know who shot, they just go along and blame Junior)
"You're wrong Junior", everyone blames Junior.
Mr. Emon The owner of the house walked closer and closer and all rushed to leave the field. Junior who died step could not move the father immediately caught Junior who left his theme
"You run where you are the boy" said the homeowner.
"It wasn't me who kicked the pack" Junior said.
"Where are you, there are honest people today. Why don't you" Emon couldn't believe it.
"Truly sir, it's not me who did it" said Junior while defending.
"I can't believe.where is your home?", Mr. Emon asked Junior.
"Don't sir, I'll be punished", Junior pleaded.
The owner of the house named Emon who brought Junior to his house to be accounted for.
The middle-aged father was knocking on the door ‘tok tok tok.
