Last Pack Rice For Nabila
Happy End

The security guard and Raga chatted for a moment in the corner of the market.

"Father did not believe that the little boy was you at that time" said the security guard.

Raga smiled. "Don't you, even I don't believe it could be like this. You know my previous life, if it wasn't for the helping hand of a good person, maybe my destiny wouldn't have been this good."

The security guard nodded. "Father believes you are a good man, so God gives you a good destiny."

"Thank you, you used to help me."

"Not much help, son."

"Not how much but very helpful. I have a little sustenance for you, please accept." Raga gave one million rupiah to the security guard. Actually he can give more, but right now the cash in his wallet is just that much.

"God willing, there are many, son." the security guard sparkled to see a red sheet placed on his palm. "Father accept, yes. Thank God with this money you are not confused anymore bring your grandson to seek treatment."

"What sick grandfather?"

"These few days have a high fever and complain of stomach pain. Already taking ransom medicine from the pharmacy, but there has been no change. The grandson of the father of orphans, so all the needs of the father who works."

"Take it to the clinic ...."

Raga's sentence is not yet finished, but it has been cut by the security guard. "To the clinic costs a lot, son, let's go to midwife practice."

"In the clinic I guarantee free. Because I myself will treat your grandson. And please tell other residents to go to Klinik Lestari, do not be afraid of the cost, I will give relief to the people who are in need. Healthy is a common property, not looking at the rich or the dhuafa. So, don't be afraid to go to the clinic, sir." The lesson that Raga always remembered, do not let the incident he and Nabila used to repeat again. In the future, he himself will guarantee the welfare of the dhuafa in using medical facilities. He will change the order of doctors at the Lestari Clinic to prioritize the safety of patient lives, rather than wages.

Because Ibu Lestari is almost retired, Raga who will soon replace the post of adoptive mother.

"Are you a doctor?" the security guard was surprised.

Raga nodded. "I'm a pediatrician."

"Well, great. That's great of you, son." Praise the security guard. "Alright, then you will bring your grandchildren there."

•

After talking to the security guard, Raga drove the car to a place. Mounds of land that used to be surrounded by weeds, now look clean and well maintained. Netra Raga looked at the three tombs that were located side by side. Father, Amak, and Nabila.

"Father, Amak, your son is back. Raga came back with success. If Father and Amak had seen, I'm sure, you would have been proud. Although Raga failed to achieve the goal of becoming a state servant, but God willing Raga will not fail to help many people. Raga will dedicate the knowledge I can to saving children's lives. Especially children who are left out, they are obliged to get help. And I won't let it separate from the family members just because of the incompetence about the cost."

Netra Raga turned to see a gravestone bearing the name Nabila Rahma. Her lips turned on a small smile, but the corner of her eyes began to cultivate a clear liquid. It's nothing, so far the memories with his little brother are always remembered. Not a moment of togetherness is forgotten.

"If we're still together, Brother will take you to your favorite rice stall, Dek. Brother can now treat you as much."

Test ....

The memories of the last pack of rice he was able to buy for his sister just flashed. How once had to fight hard to just buy rice with meat side dishes. But at this moment, not only was he able to buy one, even a hundred packs of him were able to buy everything. But for what? Already late. The little boy who liked packaged rice like that was no more. Hollowly. Raga could not see Nabila's happy twinkle when she received the rice wrap from him.

Raga rubs the corner of the eye. "I don't miss you, Deck." It has been so long, but still feels as good as when remembering their togetherness in all the difficulties that have been passed.

Raga bowed her head and sent a prayer for the Father, Amak and Nabila, may the family members who have gone home always be placed in the paradise of God.

One by one the places that are missed have been visited, even now Raga is moved towards the rice stalls that her sister once loved so much.

"Mom, buy!" His screams were exactly the same as they were 13 years ago. Little smiling dragon. The stall looked crowded sitting inside, yet he had no intention of entering. Choosing to wait in a corner, like last time. In that place, he once thumped and was ashamed of someone. And now, time has changed a lot of stories, but has the story of the young girl of that time also changed?

"Buy what?"

Raga reverses. The figure standing before him was enough to make him stunned for a moment. Sweet paras with alluring charm.

"What's the reason for buying?" The figure of the young girl who had transformed into the figure of the adult girl repeated her question.

"Oh, yes, want to buy rice with side dishes rendang." Raga nodded and scratched her hair.

The girl looked at Raga with a narrowed look, as if she was recalling something. But it seems nil, because he turned around and immediately wanted to enter. But ....

"Wait ...!" prevent Raga.

"If you can, please add a lot of spices," continued the girl who made Raga stunned.

'Why can he continue the sentence I want to say?' Wonderful dragons.

The long haired girl smiled widely. "I'll add the spice."

Their conversation was like dejavu. You both said that phrase.

"Yes, Bulek, when you come in!" saith.

Deg .... Raga is back. The girl had the same name as her late sister.

Not long after, the girl came back to Raga.

"How much?" ask Raga.

"A hundred thousand portions."

"Huh? Seriously?"

"Ha ha .. No! I was just kidding. A pack of forty thousand," said the girl still with her laughter.

"Oh." Raga curled her lips wide. The man took fifty thousand from his pants pocket.

"Pay not use dime anymore?" said the girl.

Raga knitted her eyebrows. "You ...."

"You're a guy who used to buy rice with dime a few times, right? Every time you buy rice you don't want to go in, just wait there."

Raga was embarrassed. Oh my God .. so long ago, but the girl still remembers it.

"Your story is very good, yes. Do you always remember all your customers?" ask Raga.

"Especially not. You're the most different, so I remember."

"I think the sales have changed people, it is still the same. I guess the taste of the cooking is still the same."

"The cook bulek, I just help sell it. God willing it still feels the same."

"Sorry what's your name Nabila?" ask Raga.

"Eum. My name is Nabila Andreananta."

Raga nodded small.

"Who are you?"

"I ... Raga Argian's."

•

Through a brief introduction, Raga and Nabila Andreananta became closer. Even one day, it was the first time for a Raga to reveal her heart to a girl who was special to her.

Not only does it reveal feelings, but Raga also offers a serious relationship. They were already both adults, and in order to avoid the temptation of slander at the end of time, they chose a legitimate relationship.

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Nabila Andreananta bint Andreas with a dowry of 100 grams of gold paid in cash ...."

"Well ...?"

"Bech ...."

"Alhamdulillahi rabbil 'alamin."

An Argian Raga is now entering a new stage. Not only was the man successful in desire, but the man successfully passed the test of sorrow. Raga Argian's story is different.

The same person but with a different life. He is grateful and happy with his present destiny. His dream of welfare of marginalized children has been fulfilled. She even found a much loved home. He lived a near perfect life. The life that everyone wants.

And, the peak of his happiness when Nabila Andreananta gave birth to two tiny twins. He said the derivative of the grandmother in the Nabila family itself.

Nidya Argiananta's.

Nadja Argiananta.

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