The Dreamer
The Part 215
"Mother, how come sister's trading is lacking?".With a puzzled look Nisa asked for an explanation from her mother who was standing in the doorway.
A smile Martinah's mother gave to her youngest child who was actively asking questions and finding out.
Martinah's mother approached Nisa and squatted down in front of her."Honey, your brother is not really telling the truth it could be a figurative word or a satire".Martinah's mother.
The little one though did not understand completely, but he just nodded his head as if to understand but did not fully understand.
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Margot, leaving for school on foot while offering his merchandise to pedestrians not a few who approached Nabila but not a few also Nabila had to shout to call the buyer all that Nabila almost did the day after that if Nabila trades with a large amount and is pursuing a target.
Sweat sweat soaked his clothes but never Nabila complained let alone having to give up on the fate and circumstances that require him to keep the spirit of selling Kendari various trials continue to come together come by.
"Macaroni.. Macaroni".Not a few also Nabila had to fight with his voice that began raucous because he often used to offer his merchandise.
Nabila, keep the spirit and keep lighting the fire of the spirit when the wind is installed continues to blow no exception his thoughts about Nathan must be re-present.
Nabila, stop his footsteps for a moment not because tired but the thought still continues to exist and even disturb the spirit in the morning.
"Control yourself, Nabil".Nabila's advice to himself and began to step foot on his journey which suddenly stopped when Nabila's mind again remembered the figure of Nathan.
"Good morning, my tough student".Greet the guard.
Smile reviews often Nabila lay for the guard, sometimes also reply to his greeting even if Nabila wants to negotiate with the guard.
With quick steps and stairs that carry a large bag of plastic, Nabila headed to the cafeteria to leave his merchandise to the canteen mother.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..Mom, I'll drop my merchandise again".Said Nabila without further ado directly handed over his merchandise to the mother canteen and the mother canteen who handed over the money from the sale yesterday.
There is no more communication between the canteen mother and also Nabila in because Nabila must pursue his sales target and must make as much money as possible to cover his needs.
Nabila, walking around the classroom without stopping continued to walk, occasionally shouting to offer his merchandise to students.
"Aren't you tired of running and your voice has a backup voice?".Asked a man blocking Nabila's footsteps.
The figure of a man who was suddenly in front of him and blocked his footsteps, forced Nabila to stop his footsteps and look at the figure of the man with a sense of surprise instead of playing.
"You_"If you can't believe what's in front of him, even though Nabila had been trying to get rid of the thought of the man's figure and he even seemed to exist and even be in front of him without permission and even stood arrogantly as if challenging himself who had been start tired of walking and shouting nonstop tirelessly.