Last Pack Rice For Nabila
The Moon Full of Blessings

Two months already live Raga and Nabila luntang lantung has no purpose. Every day just do the same activity, and under the same circumstances. 

Raga and Nabila became residents under the bridge after the dam water receded. Sleeping in the market makes them uncomfortable, because sometimes there are thugs who often gather with noise makes Nabila often afraid.

"Well, you're not sleepy, Dek?" Raga saw Nabila who seemed to be thinking about something. His sister's body just rolled around and sometimes Nabila played a small flashlight that was hung right above his little sister's head. 

The little flashlight of a thousand fingers that Raga deliberately bought for their illumination when the sky darkened. 

"If you hear the voice of the people naji, soon lebaran, yes, brother?" Nabila turned around to ask questions. 

They do live far from residential residents, but the voice of the mosque can still be heard and put to each other. 

One day ago entered the holy month of Ramadan. The month that every Muslim looks forward to, the month full of blessings and barokah. For this reason, counted two nights Muslims are competing to find reward by reading the Quran at night. 

Last year the month of grace became a special encouragement and happiness for Raga and Nabila, when they had to scramble to get a place in the mosque with worn-out sarongs and veils. Bapak and Amak always provide food for sahur and breaking, even with a simple menu. Memories that can only be remembered, without being able to be re-perceived. 

"There's still 28 days to go to the feast, Dek."

"Future day usually you buy rice wrap there is a side dish rendang," murmured the little boy who can still be heard by Raga.

His soul struggled to replace the role of the father by buying what his sister wanted. But unfortunately, until this moment he has not managed to collect money of 25 thousand for the price of meat-soaked wrap rice. The money collected was always used for other purposes, such as bringing his sister to Puskesmas because Nabila's health often declined.

Lastly, one week ago Raga was able to buy Nabila rice wrap berlauk ati ampela at a price of 12 thousand rupiah. There was the rest of the income he bought soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and anti-mosquito lotions. 

"Brother Prayers in 28 days can collect money to buy rice wrap with rendang. In addition, I also want to buy you a new veil so that we can pray Eid al-Adha in the Mosque." 

"If you always pray for your brother to get a lot of money." 

"If you have prayed, just wait for God to grant," said Raga.

Late at night, Nabila's eyes closed by itself. Raga also spread herself beside her sister, closed her eyes and hoped to have a beautiful dream.

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"Goodoo! Sauhur …! Sahur .. sahur!" Raga woke up as his lung-goal hearing the call from the Mosque woke the Muslims to sahur.

He got up and sat down, rubbed his eyes and suddenly smiled to himself. "Hahur-sahur-sahur first, but there is still time." The song that he, Amir, and other friends sang to wake up the people of sahur is still clearly printed in memory even though it has been a year. Again, just a memory. 

Raga is back in the present. He took a bottle of mineral water and a packet of bread for his sahur menu. Deliberately did not wake Nabila, because he did not want his sister to join the fast. Nabila's condition is frail and often sick, making Raga could not bear if Nabila helped resist hunger. 

Mentari began to emerge from the eastern clouds, Raga carrying Nabila's body to be invited to the small market as usual.

"Sister doesn't wake up when again," said the little boy. 

"But said Midwife yesterday your heat is still relapsing, not fasting used to not pa-pa." While getting rid of the thick weeds that blocked his steps.

"If you want to fast, brother. Amak said, diligent fasting can be a child sholehah."

"God willing, you wake up tonight."

The day is still covered in fog, but then the vehicle has crowded the highway. Raga has turned to the paved road, but the journey to the small market is still quite far. 

One kilo meter more has been reached by foot, now they have arrived at the usual place. Raga equipped Nabila with a pack of bread and mineral water, the same menu as he ate when sahur.

Entering the market area, Raga smiled when her services were needed by mothers who shop quite a lot.

While carrying one bag of groceries, Raga turned her head. So many customers, this time someone raised such a question.

"Education is very important, but many children are lazy to school" added the mother.

"If I quit because I had to, Mom."

Now change the mother turned to Raga. His face looks curious.

"There's something that made me quit school, but I can't tell you."

Mother nodded her head. "What class did you stop at?"

"In the 2nd grade Junior High."

The mother examined Raga's appearance, suspecting that the economy was hindering the child's adult education.

"If it's about cost, isn't it still workable. You can ask for a poor certificate."

"It's not just that, ma'am, but there's something else."

Their conversation came to a halt as Raga placed a grocery bag near the red sedan. A man came and put his groceries in the trunk of the car.

"You fasting?" I was not satisfied to ask questions.

"Fasting, Mom."

"How much should you pay?"

"Just be it."

The mother frowned. Usually, pelvic porters often set their own rates, some are like the breeder by asking for more wages. He also saw Raga's attitude sincerely, without pretending to look face to face.

The mother opened the wallet and took twenty thousand rupiahs.

"It's mostly, Mom, I don't have any change."

"All of you don't need change."

"Most, ma'am, usually my wage is 5 thousand at most, that's also a lot of money. You have only one pocket, usually 2 grand."

"No pa-pa, I purposely give more to you. Come on, accept it, consider it your sustenance."

"Oh my God, this is a lot, ma'am. Thank you, I hope your sustenance is getting better."

"Aamiya. Ohya, wait!" He opened the plastic and gave something to Raga. Four oranges and some grapes.

"God willing, amazing sustenance today, once again thank you, thank you very much, ma'am," said Raga blazing blue.

"Together."

"When it must have been a really good mood," muttered Raga by walking away.

The woman who was still standing next to her car heard Raga mutter. Who's Nabila?