Last Pack Rice For Nabila
A Pack of Crushed Bread

(Before reading please prepare tissue 2 packs. Your tears will spill. The not strong please skip)

Raga awoke from the depths as dried leaves fell on her face. He looked to the side, where his sister also fell asleep, but his heart was pounding when he did not find Nabila there.

"Dad?" Raga was aghast, quickly getting up and watching the surroundings. Empty, not seen at all. "Naval ...!" Screaming and starting to panic. Oh my God, Nabila is the only one who has. Don't let him be separated from his sister.

Gegas Raga searched for traces of Nabila, on the trail where the small footsteps walked. His mouth incessantly shouted to Nabila with his left hand holding a shirt bag, afraid that the fish meat bundle had fallen. He just remembered, the shabby clothes used turned out to be his pocket. He didn't want that delicious food to fall. 

Pretty far Raga looking for his sister, but have not met. Almost hopeless, with the corner of the eye hanging a clear liquid. "Oh my God, where are you, Dek?"

The clear liquid was dripping, he immediately erased and went back to looking. "Naval …!"

"Yes, Brother!"

Raga stopped and put up an ear to hear the voice of her sister. "Dad!"

"Sister, sick, brother!"

"When?" Raga headed towards the bushes as tall as an adult, she guessed her sister was there.

"Dad!" Raga was surprised to see Nabila curled up in fear surrounded by a python measuring one meter. Raga searched for long wood and tried to repel the snake. 

Not intentionally to hurt but Raga did that for the sake of saving her sister. He struck the snake helplessly, then carried Nabila out of the thicket. He kissed Nabila's head with affection. She was really afraid something would happen to her sister.

"Why did you get here?" Ask gently. He knew Nabila was still very scared.

"Sorry, brother, I'm looking for this." One crackle contains a used bottle and a drink cup. 

Raga stared at the secondhand with a nano look. How his sister thinks to glung. One crackle was not full, but Raga appreciated her sister's labor. 

"No need to look for that anymore, Deck. Danger. Don't stay away from my brother."

"If sold we can get money, like Mr and Amak first. Nabila wants to buy Astor snacks, Sis."

Raga wanted to scream loudly. His heart was scattered formless, his sister wanted snacks for two thousand rupiah but he could not buy them. It feels useless as a sister. She clutched Nabila's thin body and cried. "Sister promise, Brother will try to find money and Brother will buy a pocket of astor for you, Dek. But you don't stay away from big brother. Brother is afraid you're okay."

"Yes, brother, sorry."

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Next morning. The sun has been rising from the east. Raga daydreams with erratic thoughts. He suddenly recalled a small market that was quite far from his current place. In the past, he had seen a neighbor's child a little older than him working there. Who knows if good fortune will take sides and he can also be a pelvic porters, or work anything. Well, he felt he had found an idea.

"Sir, awake!" Raga hurriedly woke up her sister. Nabila wriggled and slowly blinked. 

"Yuk, come with Brother."

"Where?"

"To market. Brother wants to find work."

Nabila rubbed his eyes while yawning. Unable to see his sister was still sleepy, Raga chose to position Nabila on his back.

One more kilo of travel that Raga took to get to that small market. The sub-district market is only open until twelve o'clock at noon. 

Up ahead, Raga was silent by observing the crowd of people transacting the necessities of life. Sandang, food, it's all there.

After making sure Nabila is safe, Raga began to step in looking for targets for mothers who need shopping transportation services, aka requiring pelvic porters services.

Raga long enough to wait for the target, because he lost quickly with the pelvic porters who first had land.

"Mom, you need a pelvic floor service? I can bring you Mom's groceries." He offers services.

"Sorry, Dek, I've got a subscription. Ituh, Anwar Deck, Mom's subscription."

A person who was appointed was showing off a smirk smile. The man who did not lose the Raga approached. "What?! This is my territory! Lo the new kid? Go there!"

"Sorry, Bang. Please share the sustenance, Bang," said Raga.

"Just share the sustenance. There's no! Sono lo go!"

Raga's shoulders were pushed, making the boy move away and look elsewhere.

There was no feeling the sun was starting to rise, not a single target existed. Raga almost gave up, only Nabila thought about it. Her sister must have waited a long time, but she didn't get the money.

The lethargic-faced raga, down the small alleys in the market. He had to get money or food for Nabila. Poor thing, Nabila must be starving.

His bare feet were shapeless, the mud from splashes and fishpacks littered almost as fine. He doesn't care. In the midst of his despair, he saw a plastic package filled with bread. Looking around, people are busy.

He picked up and wiped the plastic from the cake as it was slightly dirty from the mud. Pretty good, Nabila would be happy. Just a few steps he walked, someone shouted at him.

"Hey, you stole!"

"No, I don't steal."

"That bread you took from under the table Haji Marzuki. You must have stolen!" accuse the man by pointing at Raga.

"No, Sir. I swear, I didn't steal. This bread I picked up from the ground, I guess there's no owner."

"Here, you can. You must be looking for a chance!" The man approached and suddenly stuck to Raga's head quite strongly. The raga grimaced in pain.

"Basic, small people learn to steal! Your parents didn't educate you!" 

The pain in his head was not as painful as in his heart. Why is it related to the upbringing of parents. Although their lives were very poor, Father and Amak never taught them to steal.

Even he had no intention of stealing, only picking up bread that had been stepped on and half of it dirty. All for his starving sister. Why do people not understand and are deaf to the cry of the weeping and trying to explain.

Now it was not one man who threw a punch, but another merchant slapped, kicked and elbowed his stomach. In the dying of life, it remains Nabila who continues to think. "Dec, wait for Brother."

Raga's body fell on the muddy mud, no longer shaped. The corners of the lips and other parts turn blue and swollen from being beaten.

Luckily the bread package was still safe in his arms even though it was destroyed because he was too strong to hold.

The second fortune sided again when the market guards came and broke them.

"Sir, don't hand me over to the police station. Poor thing, my sister is waiting in front of the market alone."

Without answering, the market guard led Raga to pull over in a fairly quiet corner of the market. The man wearing the uniform looked pityfully at Raga.