Last Pack Rice For Nabila
The Peak of All Pain

Test ... test ....

The scrolls were not drizzles from the sky, but raindrops from the corner of the Raga net. Countless several times fell, but the puddle in the corner of the eye did not subside. Instead, it is growing and abundant.

"Dec, who is strong," whispered Raga with quivering lips, even as her body trembled violently.

"K-a-k ...."

Pluck ....

Nabila's hand weakened and fell on the chest of the field of Raga. The heart of the body seems to stop beating. Silence is fixated, so unreliable. Nah! That's not possible!

"When ... If ... don't scare Brother, Deck! Wake up!" Raga shook his sister's limp and cold body. Some of Nabila's clothes are also wet due to splashing rain water. The wind was blowing fiercely, as if piercing through bones. But the concern of Raga's heart lies in the pale face of his sister.

Raga ran back into the clinic. Looking for empty nurseries to lay her sister there, so that Nabila's body does not catch wind anymore.

The nurse followed his steps and prevented. "Hey where are you going? I told you, wait for the clinic owner to come!" hardiknya with a fierce face.

"When should I wait?! Look at my sister, she's already very pale! I beg you to treat him." Raga to prostrate below the nurse's knee while clutching her sister's body that has no movement anymore.

The nurse looked at Nabila's face with a strange look. "Well, put your sister there." Pointed the gurney and he immediately went out to call the general practitioner. His face changed, as if he was thinking of something.

"Dec, your dear brother. Wake up, yeah, we'll eat this rice pack together." Raga's tears flowed more. Not that she didn't know that her sister's body was getting cold. He pulled the blanket up to Nabila's neck. Both hands rubbed their faces violently. Upset when the tears keep falling. His heart was unceasingly racing, for the sake of the worst possibility that had actually crossed. But he continued to deny.

The nurse came along with two other medical workers and chased Raga away to wait outside the room.

Raga sat in the waiting chair. Dropped in lethargy with shoulders shaking violently. She cried without a sound, and it was very painful. "No, God! You cannot separate us."

Chequek! The door opened and featured a man in a white uniform standing in front of Raga.

"Sorry, you're late to bring your sister, she's gone."

Cc .. deg ....

Raga looked up with her whole body shaking, but felt limp without bones. "Too late?! How do you say I'm late bringing my sister here? An hour I waited in front, but none of you cared. Then you say I'm late?!"

"Your sister cannot be saved."

"It can't be saved! But you won't save him!" Raga's voice was drowning in crying.

To accept the harsh fact that God really separates it from the only encouragement of life.

Trudging Raga approached her dead sister's body. There is no mention of sadness and tears, until the tongue feels confused to say. He was silent, but in his silence he endured an extraordinary piece.

An hour later, she cried beside Nabila's body, knowing that her sister had to do the bathing and burial, she went out to look for a nurse. However, he was shocked after accidentally hearing the conversation of the two nurses.

"Actually the time came was still conscious, the possibility could still be saved but Silvi's doctor did not want to deal with."

"Yes, it was his fate to die today. We know that Doctor Silvi won't sweat without pay."

Both of Raga's palms clenched tightly. God, why are there people like them, who have absolutely no humanity?

His heart and mind were already so tired of making waves, he finally stepped away.

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"Is there no lightening? Please, Mom. Please take care of everything and I'll meet with RT sir to report the sad news and prepare the funeral."

"Can't! If it's not taken care of, take your sister away and ask the people you live in to bathe and forgive your sister."

Nyepi. Raga's heart was torn mercilessly. Until such a state, but medical experts have no compassion at all.

"Don't you have a little heart for our fate?! Can't you guys give me help bathing and pardoning my sister? Are you just money and money? There's no side of empathy for poor kids like us?"

Perhaps your heart has become a stone so that it has no pity. May your children, your brothers and sisters not have a fate like mine. Because it hurts so much!" Raga shouted loudly in front of the registration table, until some people looked towards her.

He ran again to the Nabila room. "We go home, yes, Dek, Brother will ask the residents for help to take care of your bath and funeral."

Raga again carried Nabila's body, but this time the body was cold lifeless. Passing through space by space, even nurses and doctors were only stunned to see the unfortunate children's departure.

Packaged rice and leftover snacks yesterday still did not escape being taken away. Raga again cried considering Nabila had not had time to eat the food requested last time.

"Why can't you wait to go, Dek? You haven't eaten this rice pack." The feeling of sebak can not be held, Raga sat for a while near the clinic park in the front yard.

Miris once, where should he ask for help to take care of his sister's funeral.

It was no longer written how her feelings and pain became Raga. Poor teenager who had to lose his only relative tragically.

A white MPV car enters the clinic yard, a middle-aged woman tells her husband to stop the car. "Pa, stop, Pa."

The woman squinted her eyes to clarify her vision. "You?"

Raga looked up with a reddened look. Nothing more is expected of righteous people like them. Raga doesn't ask for any more kindness from anyone. Her limp legs were forced to stand up and move away from Lestari's mother without a word.

"Son, wait!"

"Mom, the meeting is about to begin. I hope you'll be in soon." A nurse prevents Lestari's mother from pursuing Raga.

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In the village before.

Raga looks pathetic. His body was soaked by holding the body of his sister who was also in the same state.

Amak Amir, Amak Ali, and all welcomed Raga's arrival with bitter tears. Amir, Hendri, Ali, Anton, all friends held Raga and expressed their condolences for Nabila's departure.

Unexpectedly, they voluntarily carried out the process of handling the body. All funds used to ask for help from residents and village treasury, however there are also grumbling and not sincere.

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Oh my God, I cried noisily, and it was painful. Especially as a raga.

I'm sorry, this chapter is just my essay so don't associate it with the real world. I'm afraid of offending. Hopefully in the real world there are no events like this.

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