The Dreamer
The Part 81

Nabila, is happy to write several series of stories in his fiction that he wrote through a diary book that he has become a novel book, which he has become a novel book,not denied by her every event after event raises ideas for her to continue working even though the incident was very heartbreaking for her.

Through writing fiction, too, he can forget for a moment the new events in his experience.Where he has been accused of being a friend who is not loyal and also wants to trap his own best friend, all of those accusations are too painful for anyone.

Nita, who trusted too much the words of Mr. Mario and Mr. Mario who had been defamatory, he poured in a work of fiction not to forget also his dreams and dreams that have succeeded in making a masterpiece.'The poor girl and her dream is the title of the latest fictional work that happened Nabila wrote when problem after problem came to him.

With a candlelight that illuminates the room and accompanies the journey of writing fiction, Nabila continues to incise a series of words to become a work that can entertain his heart and also a rich lover of fiction.

Nabila's mind stopped for a moment, when his mind was busy stringing words, forgetting a little of his feelings and a lot of silent daydreaming while remembering the incident last day.

"Nathani".Nabila, reminded of Nathan's flat face but had a smile that made him smile when he accidentally passed Nathan's pascibra training ground.

Nabila, rising from the wooden chair, where he studied and reached into his backpack.There is a mobile phone his seat lying rarely touched by the delicate hands of Nabila.

In his type an application along with the destination number, there is a phone number Nathan which Nabila accidentally save as a formality only.

Tut's...Tut's...Tut's...

The sound of the telephone ringing sounded loud and the voice of the operator closed the call Nabila without certainty.

Nabila, staring at his phone that only issued the voice of the operator, Nathan did not answer his phone call even the voice of the operator was adding to the anxiety of Nabila's heart, where the mobile number that Nabila contacted could not be contacted.

Nabila, keep pacing uneasily, unwitting,he is in Landa's anxiety until he is tired of himself worrying about something uncertain and hoping it will never happen for Nabila and Nita's friendship which is almost impossible to separate.

"It turns out your mouth, your tiger and its sharp razor sharper than the mouth is true".Murmured Nabila, while moving to his bed in the form of a rolled-up mat that he deliberately stretched for his bed.

"Huh".Nabila, meniuo candle as a light in the dark of the night, along with his eyes began to blur.

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Nita, can not believe what Nabila did to him.Two years he defended Nabila by risking her dignity and honor as the daughter of a conglomerate who befriended a poor girl who was persistent in fighting.

Memory after memory adorns Nita's troubled mind, themed on a lonely night in a rural park not far from where she lives.

He thinks Nabila, different from most people, is, in fact, the plain face seems to cover up the ugliness and goodness again utilized by a poor girl who is lucky to be able to go to school at a favorite school with residents mostly from the upper class.

Nathan's words, keep ringing in his memory."Maybe he's right".Nita murmured, still believing and not believing in what she had experienced herself.

"You've experienced it, you should believe it not doubt it".