Last Pack Rice For Nabila
Sandals Break Up Next

Raga dropped Nabila at a place far from the dam. "Wait here let Brother get our bags."

"Don't you, when you're afraid." Nabila held Raga's hand, holding her brother not to hit the dam water that had exceeded the usual limit. 

"Not for a minute, Dek, the water's not too high yet."

"If Brother drowns, what if?" 

"Smart brother swims, will not drown. Just a minute." Raga took off Nabila's hand, walking cautiously towards the edge of the dam. Although he had walked on the outskirts, his body was still wet because of the overflowing dam water and had now drowned part of his body. 

In the midst of his efforts, Raga never stop praying, asking for God's goodness so that he is still given salvation. Merely for the sake of Nabila, he still had a great responsibility for his only sister. Who would take care of Nabila if he didn't exist.

Raga's hand groped the wall she remembered for hanging her clothing bag. Not just dark, now his body feels cold. The dam water had already drowned his body.

"Sister! Hua .. When afraid Brother! Brother!"

There was a cry from Nabila, Raga tried to pull over immediately. His whole body was soaked.

"Sister!" Nabila wanted to hug Raga, but she was prevented.

"Sister's body is wet, your clothes will get wet."

"Sister, where do we sleep?"

Nabila's question cannot be answered. Raga was confused to find a place to take shelter from the cold tonight. 

"We're looking for somewhere else, yeah."

Oh my God, Raga really wants to scream with all her might. Expose all perceived tightness. Wet clothes bags, automatic clothes and two gloves that are always used to dispel the cold get wet. How are they going to sleep tonight?

Looking for another place? It was also very difficult, his clothes were soaked, he could not lend a shoulder to carry Nabila. Oh my God, give way.

"Sir, if you walk, you're still strong?"

"Strong, Brother." 

The two of them left the dam and walked towards the small market. It might be better to hide in a closed stall than to sleep in a bush.

Walking away, Raga and Nabila arrived at a small market. There, the atmosphere is more alive because some neon speakers are able to infiltrate into the stalls that have been closed. Raga looking for used cardboard and used as a bed, all in lieu of blankets. Despite such efforts, but his body that was soaked still shivered coldly. 

Again, unceasingly the boy grew up praying, may the cold not take his life. 

•

Morning time.

Byur …!

Raga's body was wet again. Raga who are still asleep must wake up with a wave. Someone was standing in front with a waistline.

"Snakes sleep in my stall! Boys like you can make shit. Go there!" Hardik's a guy who might be the owner of the stall.

"Sorry, Sir. We will leave soon," said Raga lirih withstanding the pain. He immediately carried Nabila and stayed away. However, before his step away, a piece of cardboard was thrown into Nabila's head. The little boy paused and held back the crying.

Raga let out a rough breath, turned around and stared intently at the stall owner's man. "We're leaving, why can't you be impatient?! Throwing cardboard boxes and hitting my sister's head!" 

Emotions of Raga ignited. Everyone can hurt him, but not with Nabila. He won't let anyone hurt Nabila. Nabila is just a kid who doesn't know anything. The righteous man who has no mercy has no right to judge his brother.

Raga was silent, breathing out and trying to muffle the upset. His wits made him realize that he was just a disenfranchised boy, being expelled from that place his life would be even more difficult. Finally choose to leave, no matter the curse of the man again.

Back in the trash box, he dropped Nabila and her bag of wet clothes.

"Oh'." Nabila grimaced as the soles of his feet touched the rough cement floor mixed with the ground.

Oh my God, the corner of Raga's eyes is watery. He just found out that the soles of his sister's feet are a lot of scars like his. Must be because last night Nabila walked on bare feet.

"I'm sorry, Dek, your leg must have hurt a lot."

Nabila just flickered looking at her brother. The pale lips were silent, but anyone would know as sad and as painful as Nabila held it.

"Sister will look for used sandals for you. Aren't you waiting here?"

"Don't be long, brother."

"No. If Brother already got money to buy fried food, then Brother will immediately return." 

Nabila's head carries Raga's departure. The market is still quiet because the sun has not yet appeared, but Raga is only trying to pick up sustenance early.

In addition to looking for customers, Raga took the time to look at the pile of unused items, who knows there are junkyards that can still be used. He hopes to find used sandals that can be collected for Nabila footwear.

God is kind. Raga found sandals for the size of the child responsibility, still good only the rope broke next door. 

Finding used items that most people consider to be junk items, able to make Raga smile happily. He'll fix the slippers so they can be used again.

Now Raga is focused on finding money to buy anything to prop up her stomach and Nabila. 

Long enough Raga went around looking for mothers who needed his services. There is one customer first and pay two thousand rupiah, Raga is rushing to find a fried seller.

"Two thousand got only two" said the fry seller.

"No pa-pa, Bang, if you can add the rest of the flour."

"Yes, it will be added."

It's okay, the rest of the flour even feels crispy and savory. Think Raga.

After getting fried, Raga returned to meet Nabila near the garbage box. "Son't brought the fry, Dek."

"Hore …." Nabila cheers instantly developed the corner of Raga's lips. 

Two fries make Nabila look happy. That is their happiness. It is not about the price and the type of food, but the ability to support their stomachs.

"Snob't got to make any more money. When you wait here. Ohya, I was getting sandals. Guarded yes. The rope breaks, but then the real brother."

"Wah .. This is still good Brother, but greatness. Used Brother also fit."

"No pa-pa, yes, Dek, if you have money, you buy a new one." 

"Yes, Brother."

Raga stroked Nabila's hair and re-entered the market. Leaving Nabila with a pile of trash and an unpleasant smell. The little boy remained hiding there with his mouth chewing on fried tempeh and fried remains. 

Some people threw garbage near Nabila, but no one cared about the poor boy's whereabouts. All indifferent even just giving a condescending look.