The Dreamer
The Part 18

"Mother.."Nabila, as energy tells about his life problems, as well as energy he began to open a conversation.

Mario, carefully listening to the words of Nabila which consists of only one word.

"Mothers...My mother's sick".Nabila said, without looking at mario."I had no money to take my mother for treatment, only yesterday we relied on the mercy of our neighbors, for food and medicine". With a vibrating voice Nabila began to tell all the problems.

Mario, was just silent listening to the story Nabila said in a soft voice even slower than the sound of the wind.

Can, Mario understands the problems faced by Nabila.Tak easily indeed, for him to face the trials of life.

Mario, stood up to walk over to Nabila who was still down, once he was seen wiping his tears that fell without permission.

Mario, sitting next to Nabila stroked the top of Nabila's head wrapped in a yellowish-white headscarf.

"Your problem, is my problem.Share the story with me Nabila, consider me this is a brother, friend and friend that you can ask for opinions and share your every problem".Say Mario, give advice.

Nabila, just nod.Tak agree, nor reject Mario's proposal.He told me too because Mario who invited him to his room with an uncertain purpose that in the signal sir Mario wants to hear his problems directly from himself.

Mr. Mario, sitting next to Nabila, he looked once again at the sad face of Nabila who he hid as hard and as he could.

"Tough girl".Mario's murmuring.

Nabila, still at home lowered his gaze.Without turning to the surrounding, his tears are still dripping and he is no longer able to tell about the problems of life that squeezed him.

Mario, understand the state of Nabila.She stood up again, and took the rice 3 wrap rice lying in front of his desk as a ration to eat for himself.

Silence, when he remained silent do not look back let alone talk.He remained down, not in action after he told me his life problems.

Mario, sitting back next to Nabila, he put 3 packs of rice in Nabila's lap."This is for you, your mother and your sister.Take Nabila, do not hesitate, do not be ashamed ".

Nabila, nod."Thanks ".He said without looking.

Mario, stroked the top of Nabila's head again and smiled at his tough and unyielding protege.

"You can go home now, Margot.Send my regards to your mother and sister".

Nabila, do not need to be asked twice.Toh, from this he waited even when the lesson time began, his mind continues to be fixed on the people of the house.

"wait".Shouted Mario, in Nabila's 3rd footstep.

Nabila, stop her footsteps and turn around."Why sir?".Tanya Nabila.

Mario, come to Nabila who wants to go home."I know you're a tough, unyielding and great girl You're a strong woman, don't forget to share your problems with others or you can participate in the novel writing competition.Get the prize and write your problems there so you can inspire others through your writing and work".Mario's proposal, handing over a brochure to Nabila.

Embarrassed and reluctant Nabila took a brochure offered by Mario.But, Mario smiled reassuringly Nabila timidly took the brochure.

"The competition writes novels with various themes and its prizes... Woah".Nabila, can't believe what he read from Mario's brochure.

Nabila's reflexes, looking towards mario.It's like a dream for him."Is this my dream or is it real?".