Anggi was born in
a very remote
mountain village. Day after day, my
parents yellow plow dry land, and their backs facing the sky.
I have a sister, three years
younger than me. One time, to
buy a handkerchief
which all girls around
me seemed to take it, I stole fifty cents from my father's
drawer. Father noticed. He made my sister and I knelt
in front of the wall, with a bamboo stick in his
hand. "Who stole the money?" He asked.
I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Dad did
not hear anyone claim, so he said, "All right, then, you two should be beaten!" He lifted up the bamboo
stick up high. Suddenly, my sister grabbed her arm and said, "Dad, I
did it!" Stick it hit the back of my
brother's long barrage. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping until he ran out of breath.
Afterward, he sat down on
the bed brick and scold us, "You
have learned to steal from home, what
other embarrassing things will you be doing in the future?
You should be beaten to death!
You shameless thief!
You should be beaten to death!
You shameless thief!
"That night, my mother and I hugged my brother
in our arms.
His body was covered with wounds,
but he did not
shed a tear drop. In the middle of the
night, I suddenly started to bawl.
My brother covered my mouth with his hand and said, "Sister, do not cry now. Everything has happened.
"I still hate myself for not having the courage to come forward.
Many
years have passed,
but the incident is still fresh in my memory. I will never forget the look of my
sister when she was protecting me. At that time, my brother was 8 years old. I was 11. When my brother was in his last year in
junior high school, he graduated to go to high
school in the district center. At the same
time, I was accepted to go to a provincial university. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet. I could hear him, "Both our children have very good results
... the results are
so good ..." She wiped her tears were
flowing and sighed,
"What's the point?
How can we possibly finance both of them?
"At that time, my brother walked up to my father and said," Dad, I do not want to go to school anymore, I have read enough books. "Father swung his hand and hit my sister in the face.
"Why do you have a soul so damn weak?
Even if it means I have to beg in the streets, I will send you both to finish!
How can we possibly finance both of them?
"At that time, my brother walked up to my father and said," Dad, I do not want to go to school anymore, I have read enough books. "Father swung his hand and hit my sister in the face.
"Why do you have a soul so damn weak?
Even if it means I have to beg in the streets, I will send you both to finish!
"And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money. I stuck out my
hand as gently as I can to
my brother's swollen face, and said, "A
boy to continue his study otherwise he will never leave this poverty."
I, on the contrary, has decided to no longer continue to
university. Who knew
the next day, before dawn, my
brother left the house with
some ragged clothes and a few dry beans.
He slipped into bed
next to a piece of paper and left on my pillow.
"Sis, get into college
is not easy. I'll go look for a job and
send money. "I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried with tears streaming down until
I lost my voice. That year, my brother was 17 years old, I'm 20. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, I finally got to
the third year (at
university). One day, I was studying in my room, when my roommate came in and told me, "There's a villager waiting for you out there!
"Why is there a villager looking for me?
I walked out, and saw my brother from afar, the whole body dirty covered in cement and sand. I asked him,
"Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?
"He replied, smiling," See how I look.
What would they think if they knew I was your brother?
What they will not laugh at you?
I walked out, and saw my brother from afar, the whole body dirty covered in cement and sand. I asked him,
"Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?
"He replied, smiling," See how I look.
What would they think if they knew I was your brother?
What they will not laugh at you?
"I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I wiped the dust from
my brother-insulated bulkhead and in my words, "I
do not care what people say! You are my
brother no matter what! You are
my brother no matter what way you
look ... "From his pocket, he pulled out a hairpin-shaped butterfly.
He put it to me,
and went on to explain, "I saw all the
city girls wear.
So I think you also
have to have one.
"I can not
hold back any longer. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried and cried. That year, he
was 20, I was 23. The first time I
brought my boyfriend to the house, broken windows have been replaced, and
look clean everywhere. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of her.
"Mom, you do not need to spend so much
time cleaning the house!" But
he said, with a smile, "It was your brother who went home early
to clean the house. Did not you see the wound on
his hand? He was
injured when installing the new window .. "I walked into
the small room my sister. Looking at his thin face, a hundred needle was
stabbed. I put
some ointment on his wound and
bandaged.
"Does it hurt? 'I asked.
"No, not sick.
You know, when
I was working at
a construction site, stones falling on my feet all the time.
Even that did not stop me from working and ... "Despite the
sentence, he stopped. I turned my
back, and tears streamed down my face.
That
year, my
brother was 23, I was 26. When I got married,
I lived in the
city. Many times my
husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but
they never would. They said, once they
left the village, they would
not know what to do. My brother does not agree, he said, "Sis-in-law take care of it. I'll take care of
mom and dad here. "My husband became the director of the factory. We wanted my brother to get a job as a manager
in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected
the offer. He insisted on starting
working as a repairman. One day, my brother was on a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and
was hospitalized. My husband and I went to visit him.
Looking at the white gyps on his leg,
I grumbled, "Why
did you refuse to be a manager? Manager will
never have to do something
dangerous like this.
Look
at you now, a
serious injury. Why will not you listen
to us? "With a serious look
on his face, he defended his decision. "Think
of brother-in-law-he just became
the director, and I barely educated. If
I became the manager, what kind of news to be
delivered? "My husband's eyes filled with tears, and then
get out my words were
word-word:" But
you lack in education as well as I! ""
Why talk about the
past? "My sister menggenggamtanganku.
That year, he was
26 and I was 29. My sister then
aged 30 when he
married a farmer girl
from the village. During his wedding, the master of ceremonies
asked him, "Who do you respect and love?"
Without thinking, he answered, "My sister." He went on to recount a story
that could not even remember.
"When I was going
to elementary school, he was
in a different village. Every day my sister and
I walked for two
hours to go
to school and
come home. One day, I lost
one of the gloves
tanganku.Kakakku give one of hers. He only wears one and walking that
far. When we arrived home, her hand was the weather was so cold that she could not hold her chopsticks. Since that day, I swear, as long as
I am alive, I will
keep both her
and my brother. "Applause
filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to
me. The words came out my lips so hard I said, "In my
life, I am the most grateful is
my sister
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