Last Pack Rice For Nabila
A Simple Happy

Following the orders of the security guard, Raga went to the dispensary to buy the dehumidifying syrup. There the price is cheaper five hundred rupiahs than said earlier. After that Raga looked for a rice stall.

"Mom, buy!"

Not the stalls yesterday that had been stopped, this time Raga approached the stalls a little far from the market location.

"Buy what?" The girl who was thought to be his age appeared to come out and question him. 

Raga was reluctant, but obeyed her shame, her sister's stomach would starve. "Buy five thousand rice, shall you?" Ask me plainly and carefully, or .. rather be ashamed. 

"In a moment, yeah." The young girl went inside. "Bi, somebody's buying five grand rice."

That re-question can still be heard by Raga. He grimaces. Generally the rice sellers of mothers are aged, but the girl is still as beautiful as she is. This time a Raga was ashamed.

Not long after the girl reappeared. "This, it's wrapped up directly."

"No pa-pa. Thank you." Thank you." Raga gave me the money and left immediately.

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"Sister, this one tastes better. There are catfish," said Nabila while eating rice and fried catfish side dishes. Although the size is small, at least can taste the savory meat of catfish in flavoring seasoning. 

But Raga only responded with a smile. He got his head and his thorns.

"Sir, this brother is willing to sleep. You don't go anywhere, yes," Raga said. His body was tired and drowsiness seemed to be unbearable. Understandably, because if Raga night even though staying up late to look after Nabila. 

Arriving in the afternoon, Nabila shook his brother's body, woke up his body and whined to want to walk around the train tracks, where he lived first. The little boy missed the atmosphere there.

From where they stand now, the two both observe the hut they once lived with their deceased parents.

"If you want to be together with Amak and Bapak, Kak. When kangen, want to be carried."

Hearing the hardness of the sister makes the heart of Raga Pilu. "Sister can carry you on. One time we were with Amak and Dad again, but not now, Deck." 

"No, Sister, last night when dreaming Amak came to Bila, he said, soon if you want to be picked up." Nabila told me just what he dreamed last night.

"Sstttt! It was just a dream, Dek. Don't remember." Raga took Nabila's hand to leave. They take a slow step and enjoy the afternoon twilight on the railroad tracks.

In the past, after school, Raga helped you sort out junk that was sold or had to be burned. Afterwards, he played ball on the empty land with his friends. Beautiful time, but so short. In an instant, time changed his fate. 

"Ga! Oooii .. empty quarterback section, here come in!" There was a scream from one of the children gathered.

"That's Kak Amir, Kak," said Nabila. Raga nodded.

"No, Mir, I'll see."

"No exciting! Come, in!" The boy named Amir approached Raga. Amir and the others were indeed Raga's friends when living near the train tracks. They often play together.

"Sister come with Amir, I wait here," said Nabila again.

Raga smiled for a while and followed Amir towards the empty land. The other friend quite openly accepted Raga to join them.

Just a simple ball game, but able to make Raga laugh loosely as if without burden. A moment to forget the hardship that was brought. 

The sun is tilting westward, almost drowning soon. Raga and the others stopped the game and took a break.

"Ga, where do you live now? Rarely see you" asked Amir.

"I'm .. I live quite far from here, deket a small market."

There were several other children who were staring at Raga with pity mixed reluctant. Because the boy growing up was very close and messy. The legs have a lot of scratching wounds and no protection at all times. 

"Sister, when thirsty." Nabila catches up with Raga and complains of thirst.

"Yes, come on, let's go home" Raga asked. "I'm saying goodbye, everybody. Can I come back here next time?"

"Byeah, Ga. Why ask. We're happy, if it's you, the team is complete." 

"Thank you all." 

Raga held Nabila on her back and stepped away. Happiness that some people consider simple, but extraordinary for Raga. He did not expect, friends who used to still respond well to his presence.

"Sister, I haven't found a bottle of used drinking, yes. When thirsty."

Nabila's remarks made Raga back stunned with a burden that had been forgotten. Just a mouthful of colorless drink without any flavor they trouble. 

"Near the benches there are usually. Brother will find."

True what Raga said, near the empty bench that is usually used to stop by the motorists there are items they need. A 500 ml bottle of mineral is half left. Raga hurriedly lowered Nabila and took the bottle to wipe first using the edge of a dirty shirt. 

"No pa-pa, yes, Dek, read the bismillah first" he said.

Nabila nodded, read the basmalah and gulped until it ran out because he was so thirsty.

Not staying silent, Raga also sought the remaining drinking water for herself.

"Ga! That's an ex-person, why drink it? It's not healthy."

Amir's voice made Raga turn around. If Amir knew the difficulty, would a boy of his age still speak like that? Healthy is the number you think about, the main thing is how they survive. 

"My place is still far away. If I'm thirsty, I don't have any money either." 

"Now, I went home for a drink at home." Amir provides water that is placed in clear plastic.

"Thank you, Mir. Ngerepotin you."

"No." Amir did not immediately turn around, but looked at Raga with a look I don't know. "Play here often, Ga," he said.

"If there's time I'll play here often."

"But next time also take me to your new residence," added Amir.

Raga swallowed bitter saliva. The only new place to live is under a bridge, more specifically a water dam. 

Raga nodded faintly and held Nabila to take her home. Walking quite far away, they arrived near the dam already entering the time isya.

Meeting the dark was certain, but moonlight accompanied their journey. "Sister, let's just walk. Brother must be tired."

True, Raga was already very tired, but it was impossible to also let her sister walk. Afraid of the tiny soles of Nabila's feet caught the thorns of princess plants embarrassed or stepped on the shard. The road they went through was neither paved nor paved, it was even filled with weeds. 

Soon they had arrived, but the scenery ahead made Raga stare at the nanar.

"Sir, the water's rising."

Raga was silent and petrified. Their only valuable item could have been swept away by the dam water?