Last Pack Rice For Nabila
Ready to Pick Up the Day

"Mom please just take care of my sister here." Raga begged expectantly.

"can't. The condition is very serious if not treated immediately, do not regret if it happens worse to your sister."

The story of the midwife just made Raga fixated. The half-living heart was now torn back with hard circumstances. The chest felt full of sebak, wanting to scream with all his might to channel the sadness.

"Mother talking like that just wants to scare her, right? Actually, I don't want to take care of my sister. I'll try to pay the money, but please, take care of my sister, ma'am, please ...." The corner of Raga's eyes had pooled clear liquid, unable to see his sister stranded limp on the gurney. He clenched both hands in front of his chest. Really begging with all your soul.

"Passified referral input does not accept and even recriminate so. Just be pissed." The midwife looked irritated, turned around towards the medicine window and wrapped up some medicine and was thrown in front of Raga. "Not believing it already. It's a heat-lowering drug. Already, take your sister home! I have to take another patient!" banish him.

"But, Ma'am .. believe me, for payment issues I will try. Here, I have sixty thousand." Raga reached into his pocket and showed me a wad of money two thousand in front of the midwife. "But please let my sister be cared for here."

The midwife glared. "Huh? Sixty thousand? You think that with that amount your sister can get treatment?" The woman in the white uniform nodded. "Make room rent not enough." With a wry smile.

"Listen, if you want to take your sister to the hospital, prepare about three million."

"Three million?" Now change the eyeballs Raga glared. Very surprised. Even at his age he has never seen the money as much as three million rupiah in front of his eyes, just look at the picture, or television owned by a neighbor long ago. The sixty thousand dollars he now held, that was the most he had ever brought.

Forced Raga took Nabila away after getting evicted more than five times. As he pleaded, the midwife did not allow Nabila to stay longer to sleep in the puskesmas gurney.

In fact, when Raga begged that her sister be allowed to lie there longer because she wanted to find sustenance in the small market and after returning home she would take Nabila back, still the midwife did not allow.

"Sir, today we rest first, yes. Brother is off work," said Raga. They walk in the hot sun making more sweat.

"If you have a holiday, the savings do not increase, brother. Darling ...," timpal Nabila with a hoarse voice. Her tiny body was still faithfully stuck on the sister's back.

True what Nabila said, but clearly he could not bear to hide his sister behind the trash can. Moreover, the explanation of the midwife was still ringing. But his mind is also gamang because lebaran just count the days, the main purpose to buy a robe and veil for Nabila should not fail. Oh my God .. must be how he took the step.

"If not pa-pa, brother, sister work." Nabila back to sound. Have Raga scavenge the rest of the sustenance in a small market.

The clock is estimated to have entered at 9, but Raga is sure if you want to try God must send sustenance.

Finally the limp leg was pointed towards a small market. He had to sit his sister behind the trash can again. Equipped with drinking water and a loaf of bread, Raga left Nabila and began to pick up sustenance.

•

Three days passed.

In the thick of the night the pensive Raga. His heartbeats stared at the now star-studded sky. "Sir, Father, will Raga pick up the feast? The money is still lacking, Mak, where Raga is looking for thirty thousand more, while the feast is less than one day.

Raga just wants to buy Nabila new clothes and rice wrap wrapped in meat, why is this difficult, Mak? Was Amak like this? Very sad when I and Nabila want new clothes but Amak can not buy? Sorry Raga, Mak, sorry." Raga rubbed both cheeks affected by tears. Amak's face when sad again imagined, maybe Amak used to be as sad as this when he could not fulfill the wishes of both of them.

Raga drowned her face in both arms resting on her knees. His shoulders shook in rhythm with a stifled sobbing. He was forced to grow up by circumstances. If Amak and Dad were still there, of course he could still smile. I will not bear this heavy burden alone.

"Sir ...!"

Raga's sobs came to a halt when Nabila called out loudly. Maybe Nabila was shocked and scared because he woke up not to find himself.

"Yes, Brother's here, Deck." Raga hurriedly approached. As if a new routine, he often checks his sister's body temperature. "His fever is up again" he murmured.

"Stomach When it hurts, Brother, it hurts a lot." Nabila curled up to hold the stomach.

"ill? You're laper?" Raga justifies Nabila's hair that partially covers the face.

"No. It's already eaten."

Getting no money, Raga only able to provide their stomach with rice wrap berluk tofu and tempe fried. For him, the rice and side dishes were already very valuable than again having to spend the remaining fried flour.

"You want a pup?"

"Not really."

"Maybe your stomach's bloated, Dek." Raga raises her sister's shirt to the chest and rubs it with her palms to make it a little warm. Whether like it is effective to relieve his sister's stomach pain or not, but how else, telon oil or eucalyptus is also absent.

Raga's eyes are watery, the more days Nabila's body looks thin, only bones wrapped in skin, cause for concern. Though he had made every effort for his sister, he was willing to starve as long as Nabila full.

"Stomach When it hurts, Brother. It hurts." This time the groan was mixed with sobs.

"Patience, yes, Deck, patience. We wait for morning."

Raga can't stop the crying. Nabila kept moaning, but he couldn't do anything. The first place health center he went to must have closed. Hospitals and clinics are far away. The wind was so strong, he did not want his sister's stomach to be more bloated if he was determined to bring Nabila to the clinic now.

'Amak, Father, help Raga. How should the raga be?' batin Raga pilu's.