Last Pack Rice For Nabila
Heirs

Now, the barefoot level feet are standing right in front of the two-story house. The look on his face was clearly idling at the magnificent building he had just seen first. A gaping mouth with a watchful gaze observed every gap of the side of the building.

"Let's go in" asked Bagas. Touching Raga's shoulders and driving in front.

Raga occupies a spacious and comfortable room. After cleaning himself, he fell asleep on the mattress while watching the plight of yesterday.

"Lord, not that I'm not grateful for my new fate. But why not from yesterday You send a good man in our midst? Maybe I'm not separated from Nabila."

"Say you, everything that happens in the world by Your will, is it really like this my destiny line is separate from all families and must reach a dream with a new family?"

Raga breathed a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes to forget for a moment what he had thought.

When deep inside, Raga's forehead creased deeply. He dreams of meeting Nabila.

"Sister, I've met Amak and Bapak." Nabila smiled happily. His little sister wore a white robe and veil that he bought yesterday.

In a dream, his body was fixated with a teary gaze after finding Amak and Father also coming over.

"You're a great boy, Ga, able to take care of your sister very well. When you are with us, continue to live and achieve your dreams. Make us always proud of you."

"Make pride, son. I am proud to have a warrior like you. Continue your struggle until you are successful and can benefit others. Don't be all right, but be compassionate and just."

"Raga wants to come with you, take Raga with you." The glazed eyes were filled with longing, but alas, his hands could not reach them.

And, when Amak's body, Mr. Nabila also slowly faded, he seemed to be pulled into the real world. Sit down and lean on the head of the bed. Breathing also rubs the face. The dream just now seemed real, she clearly saw the radiant face of her family members. As for the message, he remembered.

Lord, is the dream as a sign that Amak Bapak blesses his new life. It was his struggle to achieve a dream.

•

Raga sits between Lestari's mother and Bagas's father. They're having breakfast.

"What do you want to pack, son?" ask Bu Lestari. However, Raga was speechless with a gaze scanning all the dishes that were on the table.

Ibu Lestari and Mr. Bagas looked at each other.

"Ragas." This time Mr. Bagas' voice resuscitated Raga.

"Yes, sir, sorry I'm daydreaming."

Mother Lestari let out a long sigh, comprehending. Maybe Raga is remembering the difficult life of yesterday, and trying to adjust to what is now. Or whether the child growing up does not believe in a changed situation.

"Don't be stiff, call us Mama and Papa."

"Yes, Ma, Pa." Raga looks stiff. The present situation is completely different from before. Although Lestari's mother and Bagas considered him a child, there was still a speck of awkwardness.

"We know you're adjusting, but we hope you're comfortable and at home with us."

"God willing, I must be at home. You guys are so good, thank you."

Mr. Bagas and Lestari's mother smiled warmly, making Raga very grateful to meet them.

•

After two days.

In the morning before noon, Lestari's mother invited Raga to find a new school building as well as the necessary school equipment.

Suddenly his phone rang. "Yes." Yeah."

"Oh yeah, I'll be there soon." After the connection was cut off, Lestari's mother turned to Raga. "Son, stop by mom's clinic for a minute, yeah."

The clinic? Raga frowned. Before he managed to answer, the car he was riding had already turned into a familiar courtyard. The large signpost reads 'Lestari Clinic'.

Deg ....

The heart of Raga is pounding. The magnificent building that was so familiar it held many poignant memories. Suddenly the tears escaped just like that, he hurriedly erased.

What a bad memory it still holds so deep. In the clinic yard he sat broken up there by holding his sister's body. Memories are so painful. It's just money, they don't want to help. How lyrical.

Lestari's mother rubbed her shoulders gently. Nodding his head slowly as a gesture gave Raga the spirit to rise up and slowly erased the traces of bad memories.

"Let's get down."

"I'll wait in the car, Ma." When he entered, he was afraid that the debris of the memories would slash his heart back. Wounds that have not healed will be scratched again and bleed.

"Mama wants to take you in."

"I still have debt at the clinic" Raga said.

"How much do you owe?"

"Ti-ga million rupiah." Raga's voice choked, even though his life had changed, but the nominal mentioned was still very large for him.

Ibu Lestari took the wallet, then gave the ATM card to Raga. "Pay your debt. Tell them to withdraw three million dollars."

Raga was clearly surprised. Lestari's mother placed the debit card over her palm.

In front of the entrance, the security guard and nurse lowered their polite heads in front of Lestari's mother. The middle-aged woman replied with a smile.

Shortly after, a grown-up boy is also seen coming in with a different appearance from the last time the boy stepped foot in the clinic. Two workers in the registration section were stunned in disbelief.

"I want to pay off my sister's debt." Raga presented a debit card in front of the nurse who was still astonished. Even when pulling using the card, his eyeballs glared to find the name of the debit card owner. Widya Astuti Lestari.

"It's over yet, son, come with Mama." The arrival of Lestari's mother surprised them. A while ago Lestari's mother had already entered, but came back again.

"Yet, Ma. In a minute."

The mama? The two workers in the registration section looked at each other. Their faces turned deathly pale.

In the doctors' meeting room. The arrival of Ms. Lestari was greeted with respect by several doctors who were waiting.

"I'm sorry, I'm late" he said. Put the bag on the table and sit quietly.

"Our meeting this time is not about patients. Rather, I will convey and decide something that has to do with your career.

As a doctor, we have not been sworn to put patient safety first. Prosecuted not to think about anything else, but I read the last recorded history that some of you did not want to seek the safety of a child, until in the end the child died. That's something that's completely outside of a doctor's attitude. I'm so ashamed to know." Calmness turns into anger. Mother Lestari stared angrily at someone who was bowing her head. The other one is Doctor Silvi.

"I as the foundation builder of this clinic decided to lay off all involved and will write a bad history of your work experience."

Everyone in the room no one dared to argue, nor defend themselves. Silent with a pale face, perhaps feeling regretful.

"And you need to know, the brother of the little boy who died yesterday I adopted into my son."

Suddenly the faces that were down looked up. Showing an amazing surprised expression.

"Argian Raga. Someday will be my heir."