Last Pack Rice For Nabila
Too Late, But Still Have Dreams

Nabila Rahma bint Bahirullah. A new gravestone plastered on a red mound of earth became the cover of the Nabila funeral process.

Raga was silent, but her tears were never silent. In the ground with a feeling of emptiness. "Lord, why is it that only my sister's life you took? Take my life so I can be with them. I want to be with them."

Yesterday there was Nabila who was always an encouragement when despair whipped. Yesterday there was Nabila who was always the top priority to fight for. Now, his life seems meaningless, God has been desperate from a Raga, so to accept reality is very difficult.

"Ga, the rain is getting heavier, let's go home," said Amir touching Raga's shoulder.

"Go home first, Mir, I still want to be here."

Silent. Rain and wind made the atmosphere more tense, but the situation did not seem to shake Raga to leave the tomb.

"Mad, Father, Raga is now completely alone. How can Raga live like yesterday?"

Someone touched his shoulder again. "Go home, Mir! I still want to be here. Didn't you hear!" Raga raised her voice, she thought it was Amir who brought her home.

"Nope ...."

Deg ....

Raga was silent for a moment before turning to see who the owner of the voice was. Lestari's mother? he muttered without sound.

"According to my sorrow," said Ibu Lestari.

"Thank you" Raga replied. "How did you get here?"

"After coming from the clinic, I looked for you, questioned the residents and got your information here. I didn't know you had a sister." The middle-aged woman was teary-eyed at Raga's state. Get swept away in sadness.

"Mother remember, you don't have any parents anymore, then who do you live with after this? Where's your place?" cecar Lestari's.

"Living near the KR-11 Dam."

"Can you come by sometime?"

Silence back, Raga did not agree and did not refuse. He was not so focused on their conversation.

Ibu Lestari thrust a white envelope in front of Raga. "Hopefully a little help" he said.

Raga did not rush to accept, but simply observed. The envelope looks thick, maybe it contains some money with a decent nominal.

"Save it, Mom, yesterday I needed it but not anymore." Raga refused, in fact it was so. yesterday he really needed someone's kindness, but for now it is useless. He doesn't even know the rest of his life.

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Usually he walked in the dark still with despair, but this evening only tears remained. Near the water dam Raga glued to look around. How lonely it hit after being abandoned by Nabila.

"It's delicious, brother, buy it again tomorrow, yes, sister."

"Have you got a lot of money yet, brother? When can I buy rice with rendang side dishes?"

"Crazy dear Brother."

"If you follow Amak, Lebaran tomorrow-tomorrow Brother will be alone."

Raga remembered the sentence that her sister said yesterday, adding more sadness. He was sitting near a fallen tree trunk, the same place on his last night with Nabila.

His shoulders shook again and now sobbed in a loud voice. No one will hear his cries. Even God does not seem to hear, because it is so willing to separate it with the only encouragement of life.

He did not think that Lebaran yesterday was his last leaflet with Nabila. Even he did not think, the meat-soaked rice wrap was his sister's last request. God quickly separated him from his brother. Now, how will he continue the difficulties of living alone? Can he rise?

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The new Raga felt her stomach wrapped around her, she remembered that for almost two days her stomach was not filled with food at all. He was too anxious and confused in grief, not thinking about the fate of the stomach.

Raga got under the bridge, looking for food, who knows there's still nothing left. And he found a packet of bread, hurriedly taken. Naas, it turned out that the bread was surrounded by mushrooms. He sighed, tried hard, threw away the ends of the bread with mushrooms and ate the clean parts.

Twice the chew, the corner of the net was surprised by the arrival of two people who were heading towards him.

Mr. Commissioner General of Police Bagas Permana with Ms. Lestari.

"Mother ...?"

"Oh my God, son, have you lived here all this time? Under the bridge?" Suddenly Mother Lestari cried. The woman also circled around the area where Raga lived. God, without explaining it was seen from the look on his old face that he was very sad to see the place where the boy lived.

It is inconceivable, how Raga and her sister were when they were there. Far from a decent word, even very sad and appalling.

Raga. This time someone else came to him. She didn't expect that Mother Lestari would actually look for her. Yesterday when he replied, only spontaneously mentioned the name of the bridge that had been inhabited.

"You're the boy who sat down yesterday near me, aren't you? Prayer times in the Mosque?" Mr. Bagas remembered Raga's face.

"Yes, it's me."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Raga."

Bu Lestari turned away from Raga and moved on to her husband. "How, Pa?" Ask for approval.

The middle-aged man nodded. Lestari's mother smiled.

"Raga, will you come with us?"

"Come with you?" Raga did not understand the woman's intentions.

"We agreed to make you a foster child."

Deg ....

Raga fell silent.

Mother Lestari again approached Raga and rubbed the shoulder of the boy growing up. "Mom hope you will come with us. We will take care of you as our own child. Guaranteeing your needs and your future for the better. You still have a future, son, let's get up and show the world that you can still achieve your dreams."

Raga stared at the couple in turn. He hesitated to decide. No human has thought it existed all this time. All so indifferent to his life, he had even found it hard to believe in the kindness of people anymore. All-right people only think about their own fate, without looking at people like him.

Then suddenly the couple wants to make him an adopted child? Is it true all that or is he just having an indeterminate dream.

"True what my wife said, come with us, Raga. We sincerely want to take care of you and make you like our own child. Your future will be assured." Mr. Bagas convinced me.

Raga's eyes glazed over. He could judge that the two middle-aged were indeed sincere. Her pale lips raised a smile, then gave a nod. "Yes, I want to come."

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