Last Pack Rice For Nabila
It's Getting Harder

The morning was welcomed with bad circumstances. From morning Nabila cough interspersed with sneezing incessantly. When Raga initiative checks the condition of Nabila, his body temperature is quite high than usual.

"Oh my God, why does Nabila have a fever?" muttered. 

Maybe because the weather was very cold overnight plus the spatter flushed all night, making Nabila shivering cold. Unfortunately because they do not have a blanket to dispel the wind, only two shabby gloves can be used, it was torn here and there. 

The lightless Netra looked up at the sky, the weather was really not supportive because the cloudy was still struggling. Raga changed to see Nabila who curled up with occasional delirious mention 'Mak, Father' who made his heart feel sad.

Long enough Raga was silent, fondling the decision will bring Nabila to the market or leave his sister in that place. Again his fear was fixated on animals, as well as dam water that could have risen quickly and seduced his sister. No, don't let it happen, or she'll regret it for a lifetime.

In the end Raga carried her sister's body using a sarong. Pasting a distance of one kilo more, sometimes his hands are numb when he has to carry Nabila to the market. 

Walking barefoot has become commonplace. Sharp pebbles often hurt the soles of his feet, but Raga was tired of complaining about his fate, now only resigned to God.

And, nowhere else but close to the garbage can. Raga put her sister there to sleep. Before entering the market, he had time to review prayer to God. "To this day, this weak servant asked for more sustenance in order to buy Nabila medicine. You are Good, grant the servant's prayer."

Raga entered the market, today he is more active in offering services to become a pelvic worker. And as if the prayer that was said was able to penetrate the heavens, the Most Good God provides more sustenance. If yesterday got two thousand, today got ten times as much. 

It was getting late as Raga carried twenty kilograms of rice into the parking lot. The woman who gave three thousand rupiahs became her last customer. 

"Thank you very much, ma'am," he said after receiving the wages. The lips were incessantly reviewing the smile, the sustenance today was quite enough to buy rice wrap along with fever medicine for Nabila.

Raga walked towards the corner of the market, but her steps were stopped by the voice of someone. "Hey, where are you little boy going?"

"Ma-want to go home, Bang." Looks like the one who confronted Raga was the owner of the territory. Two large-bodied men and full of tattoos, his face looks fierce and violent. Quite a Keder Raga stood in front of them.

"You're looking for income in the market here without asking our permission. You broke the rules!"

"But I've asked the security guard for permission." 

"Haha ... sattam sir? Ah, you think that has territory here, does he? I'm scared too." The other one followed.

"Everybody who makes money here has to share our results, if, no, stop!"

"Tap-but .. Bang?" 

"But what, huh? You dare to fight us? Your money is gone, your life is gone too. Want you?!" The long haired man bluffed.

"Serahin your money," the other commandment.

"Don't, Bang, please pity me. I need to buy food and medicine for my sister. I only get a little, tomorrow you ask for rations, not today." 

"Eh, chat. Here's money!" One of them held Raga's body, and one forcibly seized her money.

"Bang, please, don't take it. Please, Bang."

The dime has already moved from Raga's hands to the long-haired thugs. "Just twenty-three doang, Cir."

"Take the twenty, three thousand!"

"Nih, your ration. Tomorrow look for a lot of customers, so you can also get a lot."

"Oh God, Bang, don't! For half, Bang. Kasian, Bang." Raga chased the two thugs, but one of the thugs gave a kick until Raga's body fell. Money three thousand rupiah regardless, even a thousand rupiah coin rolled away. Raga quickly chased and picked it up.

When seen, the two thugs had disappeared somehow at the intersection of which, making Raga's body relax. The cloudy atmosphere is still enveloping, now the market situation is starting to quiet, even only a handful of traders who have not finished packing merchandise.

So many of the people in sight, no one dared to help, Raga understood, maybe they were afraid too.

Raga's heart screamed painfully, she sat on the wood of the vegetable containers. Unstoppable sadness mixed with fatigue, Raga drowned the face on her two arms. It felt like holding tightness in the chest, she cried. Weeping for a fate so sad to live. 

The weak seemed as if his fate had always been trampled. Difficulties reluctantly escape, the more cornering the sadness of the heart.

"You again. Why?"

The voice of someone made Raga look up. A good security guard who once gave him five thousand rupiah. The water cleans the rest of the tears. "My money's in the manger's man who owns the territory, sir," he said.

"Ck, they always fret. He was arrested but not arrested. Next time it's better to avoid meeting the market thugs. Like you saw earlier, you can help secure your money, now they are not there."

"I don't know, sir. Tomorrow-tomorrow I'll be careful." Raga stood up, the coins held back rolled. He returned and said goodbye to leave. "Excuse me, sir, I want to go home."

"Wait!"

Raga, who had originally turned her back, now turned to face the half-old man. "Do you have money to buy food?"

Raga lowered her head, seeing that her hand held three thousand rupiahs. "Today it's okay not to eat, I just want to buy my sister medicine. He's got a fever." It was not the intention of seeking sympathy, but Raga was just telling the truth.

The security guard reached into his pocket, just like yesterday. But this time the money is worth ten thousand rupiah. "Sorry, I just have this. Buy fever syrup at the pharmacy, there's usually seven thousand."

Getting the second time, Raga did not want to waste it. Just for Nabila. "Thank you, sir, thank you very much. May God replace it many times."

Raga clutched the money tightly. Asa who a few minutes ago dimmed, now began to light up. The main one is Nabila, he can buy a heat-lowering drug for his sister. The rest is not how much will be sought to find the cheapest packaged rice.

"Sir, wake. Let's find some medicine and some food. Brother has money." Raga took the scabbard and quickly put it on her shoulder. Lead Nabila to be carried on her back.

"Sister, when thirsty." 

"Yes Dek, while the way Brother will see the former drinking people who do not run out, later the rest can be drunk." 

Unfortunately if the money is three thousand rupiah to buy a drink, because the nominal can be used to buy packaged rice.