The Dreamer
Part 62's

Curious about the figure of a man who continues to chatter, telling stories while continuing to imagine the figure he tells like adoring and storing feelings for him, ventured to look slowly until Nabila perfectly looked at the man beside her.

No longer able to speak only round eyes and a gaping mouth wide, fortunately Nabila could close his wide-open mouth again before a small insect entered his mouth.

"Sir Mario".Murmured Nabila with a small voice.The man who was beside Nabila, did not turn his head did not even hear the words of the girl who was beside him.She continued to tell stories without pause.

"I was about to ask him about his readiness to enter the online novel writing competition, but I have not yet received an answer to my question" .Prio said it closed the story.

The owner of the tent stall, seemed to frown and come to think.But not want to help the man solve his problems but the story of his loyal customers like the same as the story he had heard from a girl.

"Mangs".The man's jolt, while shaking his body, tried to resuscitate the old man from his daydream.

"Your story is exactly like the story". The owner of the stall paused his speech, his mind forget to remember because it was eaten by age.

"What story?".The man was curious about the continuation of the story of the owner of the stall hanging on the night ceiling that began to show starlight.

The man, sitting back in his long chair while waiting for the continuation of the speech of the owner of the stall impatiently.

The owner of the stall, looking at the girl who had earlier forgotten just because of the presence of the man of his loyal customers.Gadia who was also staring at the owner of the stall with his head rolling.

In the heart of the stall owner he wonders about the relationship of the man who became his loyal customer long ago until now.

"Don't tell him, sir..I beg".Said Nabila, in a soft voice until barely audible.

Nabila's hand, clenched a request that the owner of the stall did not tell his loyal customers.

"Let me go without having to tell him".Please Nabila in a soft voice.

The owner of the tent nodded, understand.Maybe there is something that not all can be revealed.When left without the knowledge of the customer and told him to walk in a way sneak.

"So how's mang?". His customers, surprised the stall owner who was staring at the departure of the girl who stopped by and just stopped to eat for free.

"Mario". The owner of the shop, amazing surprise with the question of a loyal customer man who was signaled named Mario son of Darmawan.

The man he used to help was in trouble, his lips were pale, his stomach was rumbling and he didn't have much money just for the sake of buying a bowl of instant noodles.

The owner of the shop was transformed as a hero for a young Mario son of a charming who was studying in the other strata with less supplies and even often had to endure his hunger.

"It's customary, don't be surprised like that".Sindir Mario, realized the look on the face of the stall owner who was shocked by his simple question.

The owner of the shop was seen stroking his chest, and beristighfar beberapakali.Hampir he was found to have stared at the departure of the girl who asked him to keep his identity secret and let him go by pleading.

"Here sit, mar".Take the owner of the stall, have Mario sit next to him.