The Dreamer
The Part 22
The decision to participate in the novel writing competition can not be doubted for Nabila who wants to change the destiny of life by following the race to write a novel with a fantastic prize.
On this dark and silent night with the theme of candlelight, when weighing the decision while continuing to hold a brochure about the novel writing competition that will be carried out in 1 month.
The decision is clear, he will participate but he does not have a smartphone or laptop that is a mandatory requirement for participants who will follow the competition writing novels online.
The absolute requirement that obviously can not be fulfilled by poor girls like Nabila.Hati in the flag of anxiety, want to follow but do not have one of the conditions.
Nabila, who tonight again deadlocked to write a story.Composing ideas for ideas in a fictional story that has been his expertise since long ago must be hindered by other thoughts.
The opportunity was always there Nabila, but again the limitations became the benchmark for him to rethink his decision.
"How do I get into this race?".Nabila muttered, from earlier he continued flipping through brochures like choosing confused food in the message.
Already so far, if you think of an effective way so that he can join the race to write novels online without having to have a laptop or smartphone.
With the support of his chin, Nabila is constantly busy thinking of ways that he can join the race to write novels online without him realizing his old phone continues to ring, indicating there is a phone call from his cellphone.
Nabila, indeed rarely see let alone touch his old cell phone is not because his brand is not in accordance with the times, will but there are many things he must do without his old mobile phone.
Cring...Cring...Crates
On the outside there the person who called Nabila, looks upset sometimes he cussed Nabila with spicy words and insults.
"Basar poor girls do not know in profit.So busy tuh people". So about a word of contempt from the man was addressed to Nabila
Fortunately, he was dismissing Nabila without being known by his Nabila directly, otherwise he might have to prepare for a long debate up to 10 descendants could not argue a Nabila kemala.
If you know, he cares about his old phone that keeps ringing asking the owner to take the call.
Nabila, still struggling with his own thoughts.Tak realize time continues to lunge forward without being stopped.
Nabila, sleeping under the light of the candle that began to melt leaving a melted candle that was ready to hurt objects around him even his own body was hit.
The candlelight that continues to sway along with the wind that blows hard, ready to extinguish the light of the fire that comes out.Just like the fire of the spirit of Nabila that began to waver consumed by fate and circumstances.
Nabila, sleeping without writing a series of stories in her diary that she conjured into a novel book.Ready for her to stick in the school's Mading, she,but unfortunately his mind is not in line with his heart.Jadilah he is still frozen without writing a story in his diary book.
Nabila, finally had to be defeated by drowsiness and tired after almost a full day he cried.Call for his fate and circumstances were in a sense of unfair.