Last Pack Rice For Nabila
Thank God

The world was unfriendly, pouring rain so overflowing, depicting Raga's heart crying without screams.

The corner of the market becomes a place to shelter with a full mind. He desperately needed sustenance, but nature was grieving by showing a rainstorm with lightning striking.

"Lord, once I beg for abundant sustenance. Nothing is impossible for you, God. Please serve with your power."

An hour later, nature began to be friendly. The rain began to subside and things calmed down again. Raga get into the alleys of the market stalls to find customers.

Tomorrow is the day of victory of Muslims, the day before people compete to buy clothes, food, cakes and anything to welcome the feast.

Raga was silent for a moment, shrinking the corner of her eyelids. The net is careful to see one jar of astors with various colors and flavors. He was reminded of Nabila because his little sister really liked the snack.

It's sad to have to rule out the real cheap snacks from the list of notes. The dress shirt along with the white hijab has not been bought. The meat wrapped rice that has been promised also does not know it can be obtained or not. So difficult he got rupiah, the amount specified is also still less.

"Dec, come on, bring mom's groceries to the rickshawman over there."

An order from the customer returns Raga from the reverie. "Yes, Mom."

"This is your pay."

"Yes, thank you, Mom." Raga is back in the market. "Alhamdulillah, the first sustenance of two thousand rupiahs. Bismillah, it should be even more vigorous" he said.

Raga approached a slightly troubled mother carrying two large bags as she jostled with other buyers.

"Mom, I want to bring you."

The mother looked. "You?" She smiles. "Yes, Son. Can." Then handed the two large bags to Raga.

Mother was the road ahead and Raga followed. Raga shouldered both large pockets so that the road could be faster. The market is really very crowded, to sneak the body of trouble.

"Shop this much why don't you ask for help from the pelvic porters, ma'am?" ask Raga.

"I was traveling around looking for you, but I didn't see it so I could carry it myself."

Forehead Raga shriveling. In the market it's not only him who offers pelvic porters services, there are even many who are willing to do that for money, then why the mother should look for it.

"I came late and it was raining, so I just waited for the rain to stop."

"Em." The mother nodded. "Tomorrow lebaran day. Do you have new clothes?"

Raga smiled briefly. "It doesn't matter there's no new clothes, ma'am, the most important thing is that our clothes are clean and our hearts are clean." Ah, that short, wise sentence was simply spoken.

The mother reached out to rub Raga's shoulder. "You're right. Absolutely right. But usually a child your age still asks for the right to buy a shirt from your parents."

From the first sight of Raga in that small market, the middle-aged woman named Lestari was already very keen for sympathy to Raga. He looked at the boy very differently from the other children.

"If they're still around, it's impossible to let me be here."

"You mean?"

Five seconds Raga was silent. Of all the blind humans, there are still those who are afraid to explore the story of his life. He was happy with his care, but reluctant to share it all. He doesn't want to sell a sad story to be pitied.

"Sorry, your parents are gone?" Lestari's mother looked curious.

"They are in heaven" answered Raga.

Mother Lestari looked surprised. Then looked at Raga with a glazed look.

"If you have, I'll go, ma'am" said Raga. He saw the middle-aged woman pensive and almost cried. If so, he really did like selling grief.

"Wait a minute!" Lestari's mother took out her wallet and pulled out two pieces of blue money.

"Don't Ma! This is overkill. I cannot accept," Raga refused with a surprised expression as the mother gave her fifty thousand as much as two pieces. Even though he was in need of money, it felt reluctant to accept without doing the appropriate work.

"Take alms from me. Others are happy to welcome the holiday, I also want you to be happy to welcome tomorrow. Buy a new shirt."

Lestari's mother was very good, even very good. Raga is very grateful to meet one human who still has a conscience. However, both of his hands remained stiff to accept it.

That is the true goodness of God like a miracle.29 days he took great pains just to collect ninety-five thousand dollars. However, the goodness of God only requires no more than an hour of money worth a hundred thousand rupiahs to be grasped.

"Mom's so proud of you, son. You are a good boy and work hard. That's why I'm happy to provide sustenance for you. In addition, actually the sustenance that I have there is also the property of people like you. So, don't refuse him to lighten the burden on mom." The woman rubbed Raga's shoulder again.

"One more time I say thank you very much, ma'am. All good prayers for Mom. And sorry, I have to be on my way." Raga reviewed a happy smile, grabbing the woman's hand to greet. Afterwards Raga ran agilely towards the clothing store. He would buy the clothes his sister wanted. Hopefully there are still.

Now the money is enough to buy Nabila clothes, as well as meat wrapped rice. There's even more left over for the savings to pay off the clinic bills.

"Mom, buy!" his screams were impatient.

"Yes ...." The shop owner came out. "Eh, you again."

"I had money to buy clothes back then, Mom."

"Which one?"

"White Thursday is complete with its veil."

"Oh, that one. A moment! Still there or not."

Raga's heart is pounding, hopefully still there. He's very hopeful.

"This. Ninety-five thousand."

"Yes, I have the money ready." Raga gave me a hundred thousand dollars.

The shop seller wrapped up neatly. "Five thousand back, yeah."

In her footsteps, Raga unceasingly commented on the happy smile. For the sustenance of God sent through Lestari's mother finally he can keep the promise to his sister.

"Amak, Father, Raga can buy Nabila a robe. Tomorrow we can celebrate Eid with adek."

Raga's next step towards a rice stall that is quite far from the market. He chose to buy there because his cooking is very liked by his sister.

"Mom, buy it!" he stood in front of the door.

"Want to buy rice with what side dishes?"

Raga grimaced and scratched the back of the head. The young girl again. He prayed that the girl would not come out.

"Buy rice with side dishes rendang meat."

"If the meat pack rendang cost thirty thousand."

"Expensive kok? Yesterday twenty-five thousand," said Raga surprised. In some time it has gone up by five thousand. He sighed.

"Aheading the feast all change prices."

"Oh." Raga nodded. "In a moment, yeah." He counted the dime in front of the young girl. Shame, but no other choice. "My money's enough. I bought a pack."

"okay!"

"Eh, wait!"

"What?"

"If possible .. lots of spices, yes." Raga.

The girl nodded.

Raga waited with a smile unfettered from her lips. It was hard to live a life forgotten for a moment. Flowering for two unexpected conditions.

"Your kindness is very real. Thank you, God."