Last Pack Rice For Nabila
The Trial that Must Be Reconquered.

Twenty-four days passed.

At night accompanied by a fluorescent glow from a small flashlight, Raga reviews a smile sumringah. "Alhamdulillah," he said gratefully. The two netra glued to see what was held. For a moment, he turned to look at Nabila who was also beaming.

"In six days, God willing, you can surely gather thirty-five thousand more, Dek. And Brother can buy you a robe with her hijab," said Raga enthusiastically.

"Alhamdulillah, Brother, if pleased. If it's too bad for you, brother." Suddenly both Nabila's hands stretched out and scattered into Raga's embrace.

"Sister is also very dear to you, Dek. Whatever you're gonna do for you. Brother as a substitute for Amak and Bapak."

Raga's skin touched Nabila's skin, she frowned. "Oh my God, your body has a fever again, Dek?" bemused.

Apart from the big brother's embrace, the little girl nodded. "Nabila's throat also hurts," he lamented while holding his neck.

Raga suddenly pale and worried. As he remembered the fever medicine from the puskesmas was over. No other drugs. He looked out, around very dark. The day is getting late. His mind was suddenly confused.

Yesterday was too busy collecting rupiah until he forgot the precarious situation like this can happen.

"I can't remember to stoke the heat-lowering drugs. Where are these nights looking for a fever cure?" mummified Raga.

"Sir, drink a lot of water, who knows your throat hurts from inflammation." Raga gave a bottle of mineral water to Nabila.

"So, Brother, if it's okay. Suddenly sick, but then suddenly healed," said Nabila.

"Oh my goodness, have you been sick before?" Raga was surprised that it was not once that her sister felt a pain in her throat. Why Nabila never told me, so he did not know.

Again Nabila gave a nod of his head in response.

"Then tomorrow we check again to the puskesmas."

"No way, sister," refused Nabila quickly.

"Why?"

"If you're afraid of needles."

"Not injected, just check and boil the medicine."

This time Nabila shook his head. Disagree with his brother's words.

"Let's heal. Later on the day your throat hurts, you can't eat astor."

Nabila lowered her head, her lips pursed taper and throbbing.

"So make sure the doctor doesn't inject you." Raga tried to persuade.

"Actually ... When afraid of the Doctor. The guy's a grumpy."

While going to the health center yesterday, the reception of medical servants was not good to them, maybe it was a trauma for Nabila.

"All we need is medicine, not their good attitude. As long as we get what we need, don't mind their attitude" Raga said, holding a rumble in her heart. What is their fault until the most righteous always exclude and belittle them. Miris once until her sister as if traumatized got a less good attitude than an unscrupulous person.

In the morning Nabila fever has not yet gone down. Even on the contrary, the body temperature rose and Nabila's eyes closed tightly. Pale lips with teeth clashing against each other.

"Sister, when it's cold, Brother." Both hands are bent in front of the chest. Both feet are the same. Cowering as if withstanding the extreme cold. Two sarongs had been made into blankets, but the little girl was still complaining of coldness.

Raga looked at the sky, between dark and light is estimated to be still at half six in the morning.

That morning, for the Raga Sunari very long appeared on the surface of the earth, he could not wait to escape Nabila to the puskesmas. He was afraid something happened with Nabila because before his sister's body temperature was not this hot.

"Patience, Deck, wait a minute. Brother will take you to check." The clothes were removed from the bag, stacked on top of Nabila's body. Even some cardboard was added, but still Nabila still moaning.

"Sir ...."

"Yes, what ... do you want to drink? Eat bread? Or ... wait-wait! Brother boil some warm water for you." Raga moved out from under the bridge, taking the dry tree branches that had previously been stacked on the edge of the wall and covered with white plastic. He lit the fire with a stone. It is difficult and requires struggle, in addition to strong winds, the thick morning dew also drops to wet the earth.

Raga tried very hard to turn the fire on. Three large stones were placed on the edge of the fire and on top of them there was a can of biscuit marks to boil water. Clean and hygienic? The two words are numbered so, the main how to make Nabila's body not cold anymore.

Waiting for the water to boil was very long. She looked at her sister and came back to wait for the water stew. True lips tightly clenched, but his heart did not break through prayer.

Since both parents were deceased, as if the difficulties of life are so real and reluctant to move from them. Tired and sad continue to linger. Tired of being, God gave him no choice.

"Sir, drink warm water so that your body is warm and not cold anymore."

Not only is it minimized, Raga also wipes Nabila's entire body with warm water using a used syrup bottle.

The sun is almost an inch, Raga carried Nabila to the puskesmas which is not far from the small market. He hopes the puskesmas are operational and ready to check on his sister.

In the sling of Raga, Nabila's body was weak. Both of his neutrals are still closed, making Raga's heart filled with fear growing.

"Mom! Ma! Please check and treat my sister!" Raga shouted in front of the door of the new puskesmas opened a few minutes ago.

A woman dressed in neat clothes was seen poking out. Squeezing, giving a trivial look towards the brothers. "Why?" ask without hospitality.

"My sister has a high fever, please check and treat her." The weather was not so hot, but sweat poured on Raga's face. Both of his eyes were asking for mercy.

"Why not a little afternoon just come, just opened already got patients like this." The murmur that Raga could still hear, but the boy growing up did not care. Being insulted, underestimated like anything will not be ignored. Most importantly Nabila got treatment and medicine. The bad attitude of the righteous cannot hurt the heart. He thought it was good, as long as they wanted to handle his sister.

"Okay, pretty bad condition. It must be taken to a clinic or a large hospital in order to get proper treatment. Medical equipment is incomplete here. His throat is bad." The doctor's description makes Raga suddenly limp. Large hospitals or clinics certainly need funds many times more than the treatment in the health center.

Oh my God .. what more trials must pass.

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Someone asked; brother, how sad mulu'? When happy?

Mei couldn't be sure. If you are still curious, follow it per the next chapter, yes. Who knows Akak Mei changed her mind and sent a secret bag containing billions of dollars, suddenly rich auto 'kan them. Nothing is impossible in the world of novels, so long as you are patient.