Last Pack Rice For Nabila
The People are Right

"Why did you steal?" Not as fierce as the men who hit him earlier. The guard asked in a normal tone.

"I'm not stealing, sir. I took this bread on the ground, and it was dirty. Poor my sister's starving."

The guard's gaze softened. Looks reached into the pocket of pants and thrust money one sheet five thousand. "Buy the new bread for your sister. That one just threw it away," he said.

There is a sea of people, only one has a heart. Raga seemed hesitant to accept.

"This is my love." The security guard slipped five thousand dollars into the pocket of Raga's clothes. 

Raga hurriedly picked it up and grasped it. Afraid of falling and missing, because again his pocket was hollow, he had not had time to change clothes.

"The broken bread was thrown away" the security guard ordered a second time.

"No, sir, it's still edible. Thank you for the money, may the life of the Father be blessed and God always give in exchange for sustenance. Aamiin's."

"Aamiin's."

No matter if he was battered, the slightly bloodied corner of his lips was forced into a smile as he approached the large trash can. Five thousand dollars were tightly grasped, because one piece of money could be bought a simple package of rice for his sister.

"Sir." Raga looked behind the trash can. A bitter smile rose again knowing his sister was asleep. 

"Sir." He pitched Nabila.

"Sister?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Big brother why?" Nabila's little eyes examined her brother's face.

"Sister fell down. Nothing, let's buy food," said Raga reluctantly explained. He grabbed Nabila's hand for a hold and left the foul-smelling place.

Anyone would not have the heart to leave a beloved sister near the trash with a stinging stench, but again there is no choice. For Raga, it was the safest place to hide her sister from the bad guys.

Grasping five thousand rupiah, Raga invited Nabila to the rice stall at the end of the road.

"Mom, buy!" he called the buyer.

A thin new woman came out from her small stall and immediately greeted with a sinister look. "What?! Wanna beg?! There's nothing! Go there. Ask on the street. It's good to eat for free" he said. 

"I don't want to beg. I want to buy rice" said Raga.

"Did you have money?" Still with a cynical tone. 

Raga offered the woman five thousand dollars. "This is all, just buy it."

The woman took the paper money. Before entering the shop, back up. "Eh, you and your sister are waiting in the corner of the stall a little far away. Your smell makes my customers uncomfortable. They might run away. I'll take you there later! Cepetan, there and there." 

Raga endured the heartache, sliced with the attitude of perfect people who actually considered them like disgusting garbage. Why doesn't anyone glorify disadvantaged children like them? Anywhere is always being chased and ostracized.

Raga brought Nabila sitting in the corner of the stall. Bruises that begin to feel pain and heat are forced to be detained. He won't let out his sister's smile.

After pulling over in a quiet place, Raga immediately opened the rice pack that was purchased earlier. 

"If you're happy, you can eat rice today."

"There's no fish, brother?"

"So don't know." The rice was not fully opened. Raga himself did not know what it was. 

Rice a fistful of adults, orek tempeh and an omelet on it. As simple as that. But Raga is very grateful, at least today can enjoy a mouthful of rice.

"Eggs, yes, brother, not fish? No matter what, if you also like eggs," said the girl was slightly disappointed.

"Eat this first, yes, tomorrow-tomorrow if you get a lot of money, Brother buy meat." Raga tried to entertain. Even if what is said does not know can be accomplished or not.

Raga only ate a mouthful, more concerned with Nabila. In addition, the stomach that was hit several times by the kick of the most righteous people was still painful, making his appetite reduced.

"Sister, what is it? From earlier Brother bring." Nabila focused on the package that is no longer shaped.

"Oh, this is bread, you were in the market, baby if it's not taken."

"Bread but like that?"

"So it fell too, so it was destroyed. It's okay, it's still edible."

•

At night, the most comfortable shelter is under the bridge. With great care Raga carried Nabila towards there. Slightly slipped, then he and his sister would fall into the stream. There is no choice of place, because the former that was last night was inhabited by some thugs. Raga chose to go and find a new place.

Drizzle flushed since I saw adzan maghrib earlier. The atmosphere became increasingly tense without light. The moon was covered in cloudy clouds, it was completely dark. Just in the distance there are visible lights from skyscrapers. It is also not affordable because the distance reaches hundreds of meters.

"Sister, when you're afraid."

"Silence there is Brother. Brother's not sleeping and will take care of you." Not a ghost that makes Raga afraid, but rather snake, scorpion or leech animals. In the dark, Raga can only rely on God. 

•

Next morning.

Bruises on the face and body have not disappeared, but Raga set foot again in a small market yesterday. Where else could he find a job, he was just a little kid just starting to grow up. His thin, dry body no one wants to hire him.

Again Nabila was hidden behind a garbage can. And he goes around looking for people who need services.

"Sir, could you please lift this sack of rice to the pedicab boy in front?"

"Oh, I can." Soon Raga replied, without considering the weight of the sack that must be carried. Several times tried, Raga's body was almost disgusted, but the shadow of Nabila's face made him excited. 

"This is your pay." The mother paid two thousand rupiah for a sack of rice weighing thirty kilograms. Miris, and that's it. But Raga couldn't have asked for more. Two thousand dollars means a lot to him.

The sustenance can really only get there. Before the market closed, Raga only got two thousand rupiah. He returned to the stall yesterday, but this time did not get rice, and instead got the swearing and eviction.

"Two thousand dollars in what? Yesterday because of pity so I sell egg packs, uh, long even want to visit. There go!" the swipe that made Raga almost shed tears.

Until twelve o'clock in the afternoon their bellies had just been filled with bread that was crushed yesterday with the rest of the people's mineral water. Today their fate is not as lucky as yesterday who can feel the pleasure of rice.

Raga took a long breath. It was so hard and wanted to give up. But there is Nabila to fight for.