The Dreamer
The Part 122
Trading that Nabila sells now must be more than yesterday, in the remaining 2 days he must collect a lot of money and armed with do'a and spirit.Nabila, began to pedal his bike very carefully.
"Boiled noodles..Warm coffee..Candies..Beans ...There's all".Shouted Nabila, calling a buyer.
Nabila, who is unyielding she is eager to change the destiny of her life and achieve all her dreams and ideals.
The scorching heat of the sun, does not make his spirit waver let alone give up on a state of deprivation.
Nabila, start down the streets and tourist attractions are crowded and crowded by tourist visitors or vehicles that deliberately stop by to rest.
Nabila, stop pedaling his bike not because of complaining let alone giving up.She actually stopped on the side of the road that if crowded in came by the road user who deliberately stopped to rest.
The point of sale that Nabila choose is certainly not just any, because he has surveyed his joints and has observed the center point of the crowd because the vehicle deliberately stopped to rest.
Not long after, two two-wheeled and four-wheeled drivers began to pull their vehicles on the shoulder of the road to rest and drink warm coffee to relieve their drowsiness.
"Warm coffee beans one, same boiled noodles yah".Shouted the driver buying trading nabila.
With a sly Nabila, serving the buyer with a burning fire spirit.Hope today and tomorrow he can collect more money.
"Warm brown milk one".Shouted the other driver.
Unlike the first driver, where he swiftly served the buyer with enthusiasm.But, this one is different, where Nabila like remembering the voice of the man he had heard a few days ago.
Nabila offered coffee along with boiled noodles to the first driver and offered warm chocolate milk to the second driver.
Again Nabila's mind leads to the man who used to help her.However, the, suspected Nabila getting stronger when the man who ordered the warm chocolate milk turned away his face and like covering his identity.
"Thank you".Said the man without looking at Nabila who began to be curious about the driver who was like a stranger to nabila.
"Could he be the same person or just a coincidence?".Nabila increasingly convinced by his guess.But can not prove himself, fear wrong people and even offend others.
The figure of the driver, the warm chocolate milk maker is so mysterious to Nabila but also leaves a thousand questions in his mind about the figure of a man who is not far from him.
Mario, his conjecture leads to a charismatic figure full of authority, a teacher who always helps him.
Well, if you suspect the warm chocolate milk buyer as Mario son of Darmawan, when in telisik of the posture and manner of speech very similar to his generous teacher.
"Oh yes, you also think of people who can destroy your future".Nabila refuted, trying to think negatively in the midst of her increasingly tangled thoughts.
The more thought, the more damaging the mind of Nabila who did not realize the driver who had ordered coffee and boiled noodles to pay.
"Mom".I don't know how many calls from the driver was trying to call Nabila who was daydreaming.
"Well".Sahut Nabila, stammering.