Last Pack Rice For Nabila
13 Year

13 Years later ....

A handsome young man groped his suitcase outside the airport. Strict face, sharp nose, thick eyebrows, reddish lips, and sturdy jaw can steal the attention of the women around him. But one that became the point of view of an Argian Raga, namely the two adoptive parents who had loved him so much.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma, Pa." 13 years wander in a foreign country does not make Raga forget the culture of politeness in his own homeland. He greeted Mr. Bagas and Lestari's mother with courtesy.

"Greetings, son, Mama misses you so much." Mother Lestari gave her warm embrace as a mother. The adopted child who was once only limited to the chin, now grows perfectly into a towering young man figure, until his old hands are troubled to wipe the top of Raga's head.

Raga lowered her head, smiling happily. "Sound mom? Raga also misses Mama a lot."

"During your good news, Mama is also healthy and well."

"The mother and child drama that miss each other until they forget there is a retired Police General Commissioner" said Bagas pretending to be upset.

"Well dad? Raga also misses Papa very much," said Raga turned to embrace the greatest man in supporting the success of his life. Mr. Bagas is a father as well as the best motivator. He was very lucky to be in their midst, considering that it used to be just a lump of flesh that was always despised.

"Healthy, your father is always healthy when your love still gives Papa abundant love." Mr. Bagas glanced at his wife with a witty smile.

Lestari's mother could only shake her head. "Don't listen to your Papa. He's always bragging in the wrong places."

Raga smiled broadly at the behavior of her adoptive parents. In the past, Mr. Bagas and Ibu Lestari always looked serious, in fact in their family attitude was so warm and full of humor. Not as cold as it seems in public.

13 Years have passed, much has changed, as has his life title. He was no longer an Argian Raga the boy grew up. No longer is a child living in the mercy of the leftovers of people.

He is Dr. Raga Argian Sp.A. A best graduate pediatrician in country X. There is a special reason why Raga replaced her childhood ideals with those of the future.

Being a servant of the state was an ideal in childhood, he wanted to protect the family from the evils of the world and wanted to uphold justice. However, those ideals gradually receded as she recalled her life journey with Nabila. Conscience guided him to education as a child specialist. Aiming to help children fared the same as he used to, so as not to feel the pain aside.

Pak Bagas and Ibu Lestari always support whatever Raga wants, even they are not stopping to encourage until now success can be achieved.

One day after.

When it was finished exchanging longs, Raga asked for permission to leave. The man rode the Q8 E-Tron Sport onto a familiar road, although it had not come for a long time, the road was still so clear in his memory.

When entering a small alley that can only be passed on foot, the man was happy to get rid of the weeds that thrived on the left and right sides.

13 Years passed, but the place did not change much. Raga sits near a fallen tree. Remembrance debris recalled again, so it did not take long the crystals wet his cheeks.

"If we were still together, you might be the most beautiful girl in the world, Dek. Brother will visit you tomorrow as well as visit the place of Amir, Ali and Hendrik, hopefully they still live there," he murmured slowly.

Raga leaned his head on the wall of the bridge, his net was closed when the soft wind hit his face. "Sir ...."

The melodious sound woke Raga, the man looked to his right and left, there was no one. Maybe he was too late in his memories, until he finally decided to leave.

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Small market.

Raga sat with wisdom in the corner of the trash can. This time more tears came out to remember the unworthy place as the safest hiding place for his sister. How Nabila sat near the wall with used cardboard. Flies flying around the garbage sometimes approached the shabby body of his sister, even so Nabila did not complain. My God, it's so hard to remember those sad memories.

It still remembered clearly how the people looked down on him even blatantly insulted them.

Now, after 13 years, and now he's sitting there again but people's views are different. There is no one who throws insults, even some women dance in the shade and comfortable for him. The rapture of their blatant admiration showed.

Raga took a long breath. He walked back to walk down the market alley. How hard life ever done, just for the money of two thousand rupiah, he had to lift a sack of rice weighing 30 kg.

Raga's gaze stalled at one of the places that almost took her life, at a time when she was accused of stealing a packet of bread. He was tacked on, kicked and given a punch. His thin body fell down on the muddy ground, but some of those who watched the show were even catapulted with insults.

He sighed again and continued his steps. At the junkyard, reminding him of the invention of used sandals for his sister. How unworthy sandals are already a thing to be grateful for. He was even able to put out a beautiful smile on his sister's lips.

"Sir, I miss you."

He stood still glued there, before someone shifted his focus.

"Young man why are you daydreaming there?"

Raga turned around, finding a middle-aged man standing before her in the same uniform 13 years ago.

"Sir, still a security guard? Dad healthy? Long live, yes, sir," said Raga with a smile. He didn't even kiss the man's hand.

Mr. Satpam frowned and narrowed his eyes, feeling unfamiliar with the dashing young man. "Who are you, son? Why know Father? But sorry, you don't recognize you."

Raga smiled with teary eyes. "I'm a teenage boy who often gave me money, thirteen years ago. You remember that boy who cried there, and you gave ten thousand dollars to buy medicine and eat? That boy is me."

Mr. Sattam is still trying to remember.

"I was once a market thug, and you gave me five thousand dollars to buy food."

"Yes, now I remember. But is that boy really you?"

Raga nodded steadily. "Rubber, sir, it's me."

The security guard approached and patted Raga softly on the shoulder. "After the feast, you never see you again. Now you've been successful, huh, son?"

"Alhamdulliah, sir."