The Dreamer
The Part 161
"What do you know about Nabila and his efforts?".Asked a disciple, giving himself a question when everyone was just silently staring, not daring to let out his voice.
The one asked was silent while making his evil plans and it also raised many questions among those who were gathering.
The student, sitting among the female students who were having breakfast was also doing the task.Murid the man close his body among the female students was about to whisper something that would further aggravate the state of Nabila in their eyes.
"Here, I whisper something".Said the male disciple while explaining some of his things in a whisper.
Their astonished and incredulous look was evident when the man whispered something very astonishing to them.
"That's impossible, isn't it?".Asked the female disciple in astonishment.
"So, then,from that do not you look from the outside but towards the inside as well and again you do not know what efforts he did to get goods that are fairly expensive and luxurious for the kissismin like her".Insult the man, getting worse at Nabila.
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In another place, precisely being in the library is the safest place for Nabila to lean, complaining and where he poured ideas for his ideas in a work,he was stringing his story ideas in a white sheet of paper that he would fill with various stories for him to write verse by verse.
Nabila, not knowing about himself who received negative judgments among the students even more someone provoked him, he was focused on arranging stories like his world had turned into stories that he made himself.
So solemn Nabila wrote his work, so bright fingers wrote on a piece of paper and his world was fully focused on a work of fiction, fiction,regardless of the conditions out there let alone having to think about his sociology teacher who went nowhere.
Sayup-sayup Nabila heard, the voices of low-key people began to crowd the school field and a series of other activities carried out by students with various kinds,Nabila did not care about it all.Fokusnya is to continue to do his activities, namely writing fiction in the library as he usually does.
Cring...Cring..Crates
Time passed quickly, not feeling the bell of class time had sounded along with Nabila who had finished her fiction on a white piece of paper,now the paper is no longer white but black like a stain on the white of the paper.
Nabila tidied up his stationery along with the laptop that he had opened to see and monitor his fiction.
Along with that, it was like hearing the voices of people talking about him.
"Is it true, if you sell yourself just to buy a laptop?".
"After me he cannot do anything that degrades his dignity and worth".
And a few lines of talk that seemed to lead to slander against him.
Nabila, could only remain silent until the voices of those who slandered her were heard no more and she could freely walk out of the library room, the most convenient place for her to relax and write fiction.
"Who has spread this false rumor?".Tanya Nabila to herself, while feeling her tremendous pain.