The Dreamer
200 Part
The night has returned and greeted, the wind that blows each other adds to the disease of pigs who are staying up late.
Nabila, has been sitting while facing the screen of his laptop.Hopefully worried himself waiting for a hope that insha Allah can change his fate and his own family.
Nabila, deliberately did not tell Nisa and martinah's mother first because he wanted to wait for a definite decision and did not want to disappoint them.
Already since an hour ago, he never stopped praying while continuing to monitor the screen of his laptop by clenching both hands.
"Bismillah...O God". His heart was anxious and unreasonable, like there was a heart therapy.But, which was awaited by Nabila never appeared.
It feels Nabila has felt sore feet and eyes that have felt heavy, will but for the sake of a news.Nabila, Rela is waiting for him even though his decision may be in the sense of still a long time.
Ting
Ting
Ting
Some notifications appear on the screen Nabila laptop, the notification comes from the audience of his fiction with some messages and impressions listed there.
Not forgetting, though,Nabila read the notification and all of them gave motivation and were impressed by the story made by Nabila until Nabila accidentally read a comment that once again made memories in his past back present and the wound that had dried open again.
**dear,my Hero and supervisor
My tough student, great woman, strong and also smart.Keep to work and achieve your goals in accordance with your dreams**
The comment made Nabila close his laptop screen and turn his face in any direction.
Nabila, re-open the laptop screen and check the name of the rider who thinks it is Mario.
Nabila, checking his profile photo and also his name.However, the plastered as if shows that his assumption is not true and only his mind that makes him reopen memories in the past.
"Ah, it turns out that's just my guess".Nabila muttered, as she breathed a sigh of relief.
Nabila, looking forward to a news and keep monitoring it like an eagle that monitors its prey and is ready to pounce when it feels enough.
Dag-dig-dug, agitated Nabila waited for the news with high hopes, not forgetting he prayed to the Divine for all its wonders and good fortune.
Second by second, minute by minute the news will soon appear and the name of the selected author will be clearly displayed on the screen of Nabila laptop.
"Bismillah.."Nabila, unceasingly holding his chest while continuing to monitor his laptop.
"1...2.. 3..."
"Nabila Kemala's".
Well, the name of the elected author and the winner is his own name.Nabila, as if he could not believe it.Almost he fainted on the spot, lucky he can control himself and back staring at the screen of his laptop.
"Is this a dream or is it just an illusion?".Nabila, patting her cheek trying to wake herself up and it hurts.
"This means it's not a dream".Nabila muttered again, almost screaming hysterically and if not ashamed maybe he will do it and wake up the souls who have been asleep in the dream flower crib.