The Dreamer
The Part 124
Nabila, unceasingly gazed at the passing of the mysterious man who sat down with a long time, and paid him a large amount.
Nabila, the stone remembered the mysterious man had slipped several pieces of money a hundred thousand in his grasp, while the roar of the man's car engine was no longer heard.
"That's a lot".Nabila muttered, not believing what he saw.Entah too introspective, not too admiring the mysterious man who was clearly the man like a magnet puller all over his attention center.
Nabila, without realizing it had looked at the man without blinking even a hundred thousand bills slid in his grasp he was not aware.
Nabila sat back on the back of his bike and counted the money the mysterious man had tucked away.
"Three million".Nabila, half yelling.The money tucked by the mysterious man as if is the answer from God for his do'a before leaving for sale.
Nabila, staring at the money one hundred thousands one by one as if he could not believe it, fearing it was a toy money like it had happened before.
"It's real, not a toy!".Excited Nabila, cheering happily.However, on the other hand he feels introspective towards the mysterious man.Fear-fear if one heart later the man will collect the money that was tucked away at him.
Nabila, fondle his decision.She who will use the money to buy a laptop or he save it first until the man gives clarity.If also obey the word of heart,Nabila wants him to have the money that is probably the answer of every do'a-do'a and the fruit of his patience that he has been living.
Nabila, decided to keep selling even though he got the jackpot from a mysterious man full of puzzles in it.Toh, Nabila himself had planned to sell until night, until night, as for writing a novel he brought his own book along with his pen.
Occasionally Nabila must stop his activities and serve buyers who m give some money for him to save or to survive.
Writing a novel in a book that he has given a line as a determinant of his writing and a line between paragraphs, so as to look neat and impressed.
Although, Nabila often get insults when he delivered his novel book directly to the publisher but did not discourage him to keep working, there are also some of his works that he sent in the mail, he said,emails and so on have not yet received a response from the publisher.
Under this dim light, Nabila is determined to be more enthusiastic to send a novel with an interesting story, easy to understand by the reader, unique and also that often occurs in the community recently.
Even Nabila's fictional work, actually classified as a work that can be equated with other famous novelist figures, either because of what factors Nabila until now his work has not been responded to.
"Hoam..."Does not feel Nabila, yawn.Captured on the shoulder of the road that began to be deserted by the vehicle.
Nabila, clean up his stationery, the mat he uses and the buyer.Cleaning and tidying up as neat as possible, as possible,not to forget he also backs up the garbage of his former buyers and put it in a black plastic bag that he has prepared from home.
"Mr.."