The Dreamer
The Part 123
"So how many mbak?".Ask the buyer.However, the seller does not seem to hear his question even in a dreamy state of his mind.
"Mom".The buyer tried to call Nabila again who did not answer his call, he did not stop until the beautiful young seller was aware of his call.
"Wrt*.Sahut the seller, half shocked by his call which was forced to scream and touch his shoulder.
"Don't daydream much, not good".Hardik the buyer reminded Nabila who was daydreaming.
Nabila smiled apologizing for his negligence and promised not to repeat it again.
"Sorry " .Sahut Nabila while mentioning the nominal that must be paid by the buyer.
The driver had passed away, but the other drivers came and turned to swarming merchandise at the point where it was predicted to be crowded and crowded by the driver who was resting from a long trip,the man still feels right there.
The man appears to be sitting on a mat that has been provided by Nabila by using a black hoodie and his head covered with a hat, which is covered by a hat,enjoying the solidness of the streets despite the warm milk chocolate bar has long entered into his stomach.
The man still did not move his place, even though buyers had to come and fro swarming merchandise and time continued to rise without feeling.
Nabila, recently realized the figure of the first man down along with the driver ordering boiled noodles and warm coffee is still there, still in its original place and still with the same position.
Nabila, frowned.The assumption became more and more, asked even he did not dare.Finally Nabila chose to ignore and sit waiting for buyers who came to approach his merchandise.
The day has begun to be replaced by the moonlight, sunset on the beach will look beautiful when compared to sunset in the middle of the dense road with dust flying here and there leaving pollution and adding to the list of ozone layer damage is thinning.
"You don't want to go home yet?". Shamefully Nabila, tried to ask the man who was still at home sitting in his original position.
The man did not react with a simple question Nabila, not the intention of driving out just pity on a loyal man sitting there like he wanted to protect himself who tried his luck by selling coffee.
The man, still sitting like when he first came.He transformed into a statue, not disturbed let alone intend to leave.
Nabila, be wary of himself.Fear the man is eyeing himself when in a quiet state no vehicles passing let alone people who want to stop by first.
"Yes Rabbi, protect me from all evil_".
"Without you asking, I'll go".Sahut a man with a heavy voice, chimed in do'a Nabila who pleaded for the safety of soul and body.
Nabila who sat with caution, looking towards the man the owner of a distinctive and heavy voice.
"You _".
"How much chocolate milk do I order?". Without further ado the man asked with a face covered in a hat.
"10 grand".Sahut Nabila with tightness and not friendly.
The man gave 100 grand to Nabila."Here and take the change".Said the man arrogantly.