Last Pack Rice For Nabila
Don't Scare Brother

Raga took his sister by the hand when they came home from the house of Amir, Hendrik and some other friends.

Nabila's left hand grasped the plastic tightly containing cakes and cups of drinks given by Amakya Amir and Amakya Ali. Her little lips were smiling and chattering occasionally. However, Raga only responded briefly. The man growing up was thinking about his conversation with Amir.

"Why can't we go to your new place, Ga?"

"My place is very far away now. Anyway, I don't have anything, Mir, there's nothing I can serve you guys."

"We don't expect food from you, Ga, just want to know where you live. We can visit you anytime." Amir insisted on wanting to know where Raga lived, but Raga was no less giving an excuse for his friends to undo the intention.

What makes Raga think? That is about the expression of Amir and other friends, because after the small debate, Amir and friends seem disappointed.

"Sir, a short break is okay, right? I was tired" he said, stopping under a Mahogany tree.

Nabila sat near her sister. "Silent-natured? Drink first, Brother." Her tiny hand thrust out a cup of tea glass in front of her brother.

"Thank you, Dek, don't you pa-pa'll you have a drink?" Raga is afraid Nabila is not part. If so, he would give it up for his sister only.

"No pa-pa, there's one more. The snacks are plenty too, Brother eats too."

In the midst of his grief, Raga tried to review the smile in front of Nabila. He took the pilus snacks and ate them slowly.

Raga pensive back, now his thoughts drift far about the next life. Until when did he and his sister have to have such a miserable fate? Are they forever hanging without hope.

"Sister looks sad. Brother tired of keeping watch if it continues?"

Raga turned her head and stroked the head of Nabila covered with a white veil. "How do you talk like that, Deck? Up to any time, even up to Older Brother, there is no word tired to take care of you. Brother loves you very much, you are the only brother's family no matter how difficult our circumstances, Brother still takes care of you. Remember that, Deck."

Little Netra Nabila returned the gaze of her brother with an illegible highlight. Her little lips kept on smiling. But not talking anymore.

Dusk began to say hello, Raga invited Nabila to continue the step towards their residence. Under bridge.

At night, the water of the dam had receded, but the long night was again traversed with anxiety. Had several times Nabila complained of stomach pain, Raga had received residual medicine from the clinic yesterday, an hour of stomach pain subsided, but then relapsed again. Counting up to four times Nabila grimaced with pain.

Raga has no money, so she has no courage to go back to the clinic. Fear of being billed to pay for medical expenses.

All night Raga was covered in anxiety. The night was long when he was expecting morning. The small market is the only hope he gets sustenance, even had time to search for the figure of a conscience. Yes, Raga prayed to be reunited with Lestari's mother. He would dare to borrow some money.

Next day.

Raga carried Nabila's limp and pale body. "Your fever hasn't come down yet, Dek," he murmured while rubbing his riled face.

Nabila's face was very pale, her tiny lips looked dry and bluish. The cold palms were still clutching the plastic containing the cake yesterday.

Raga made a hasty move towards the small market, she very much hoped to meet with Lestari's mother.

"Sister! Sister ...!"

O Allah, Nabila's body started convulsing. Raga switched to carrying her sister's body.

"Dec, you're strong. You're powerful. Don't confuse you." Raga held Nabila with a feeling of unworthiness. Nabila's slippers were scattered but Raga did not care anymore. Even the sandals themselves were removed so as not to complicate the move.

"Akh'!" He screamed and stopped to pull out the shard that pierced his foot. The blood that came out was unheeded, still walking towards the small market.

"Prophey, Deck, be patient." That's all I can propel. Cold sweat poured out, while tears began to pool.

"Don't scare Brother, Dek, don't scare Brother."

"Bi-la ain't pa-pa, sister." Is wrong! It turns out that Nabila's consciousness has not disappeared completely.

"Ka-kak, be-li .. na-si .. bu-ng-kus, yes."

"Package rice? You want some rice wrap? Yes, I will buy it. Today too, my brother will buy it. Meat pack? Your favorite meat pack, right? Brother will buy." Raga wiped away her tears that were beginning to fall. It's as hot as it feels.

His mind is very chaotic, do you have to take Nabila directly to the clinic or stay to a small market to find Lestari bu?

"How is this, God?" Raga's breath was almost broken, but her pace was spurred faster.

He had reached a corner of a small market, looking near the trash cans that Nabila used to live in. Can he leave his sister there with a situation that is not okay.

Raga. Crying out. He had to sit Nabila there and he darted into the market. He was hoping to find that kind person.

Almost an hour Raga walked around, but she had to be disappointed because the circumstances did not take her side. He didn't find Lestari's mother.

He remembered with Nabila, he ran towards the food stall to buy rice wrap like yesterday; meaty. Thirty-five thousand was only five thousand left after receiving a pack of rice.

Raga ran fast without thinking about the injured leg, without thinking about the bones that seemed to want to break, without thinking about the breath that might have been at the end. Nabila, Nabila and only Nabila are on his mind.

He had to return soon because it was possible that his sister would improve after eating the rice wrap. Remembering one day yesterday their stomachs were only blessed with a variety of snacks given by Amakya Lebaran Amir and Amakya Ali not rice grains.

"When ... See what Brother brought?" Raga's body was riveted, Nabila looked limp and did not move.

"Dek ...?" He approached Nabila.

"Bi-la ca-pek, Ka-k, ma-u ti-dur."

Nabila still voiced even though very soft.

"A-m-a-k."

Raga heard her sister calling Amak despite stammering.

Raga grew worried, she held Nabila and determined to take her sister to the clinic, no longer caring about the unpaid bills. He had to do anything for his sister. Will do anything for Nabila.

Under the rain water, Raga continued to run as hard as she could to get to the clinic quickly.

"Bus ... Ms. .. help my sister! Help me!"

"You?!"

"Please my sister, Mom! Justjust please. Have mercy on him, ma'am, please treat him right now. The fever is very high, I'm afraid something happened to him!" Raga shouted in a loud voice. It doesn't matter if he makes a noise.

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Let's dong his comments so that Akak Mei is more enthusiastic about onion. We cry bombay.