LOVE OF THE ADORER

CHAPTER 3. DON'T DREAM..!

"Your very intention is to work, so do not want to rest hours, want to pursue the target of becoming a sultan...?"

Leo glanced at a glance to hear the cynical speech ejected from the lips of his coworkers, in this motorcycle washing service. At lunch break, he should have taken a break, but it just so happens that customers keep coming, if other friends of his, will not serve customers at break time, in contrast to Leo, if the other friend, will not serve customers at break time, he always sacrifices his break hours to keep accepting customers.

Not a big shot, or anything like that. Leo just wants to have the phone he wants. However, to credit the phone, of course Leo must provide a considerable amount of money for a pocket the size of himself. Leo's mobile phone is very expensive for Leo. But, if you have that phone, Leo would be free to play games. His dream of becoming a gamer will surely come true if he has the phone he wants.

"Who does not want to be sultan.."

Leo's voice, cuek. Friends laughing.

"Don't dream of you being a sultan, want to wash tens of motorcycles, you won't be a sultan...!!"

Leo was eager to splash his friend's face with a bucket of dirty water, which was next to him. However, if he did, his work would be further hampered. No. gabe. Must patient. His target phone is more tempting faith than serving the trash mouth babble of his friend.

Look out for you if you owe money kegue, I will not watch...

Leo grumbled, while continuing to clean the motor in front of him carefully, as if he was bathing a child who really really had to be careful how to bathe.

"Hey, lu ngincer what good is there until the force works like this...?"

Jody whispered beside Leo, and Leo spontaneously stopped his movement brushing the motorcycle tire in front of him. Missing one bully, the other appears distracting.

"Mobile..!!"

Leo's voice was short without looking. Jody laughed at Leo's reply.

"No need forsir nyuci motor, nyabung aja chicken next door, if you win can money a million, you have a chicken no..?"

Leo turned to look at Jody's face.

"Had..!"

"Well, let's go..! Abis here we are next door, there is a cockfight tonight exciting, ntar money we split two, we use your chicken aja..!"

Leo turned and looked at Jody's face while smiling meaningfully.

"Yes, it's your night that I fight, you're the chicken for me..!!"

"Campret lu Leo..!!"

Leo did not care, with the anger of Jody, continued his work that was delayed.

Cockfighting. I'm going to hang Micah's brother..

Leo grumbled in his heart.

***

"Write what you Mik..?"

Micah stammered when he arrived, the voice of Rida, his co-worker, could be heard uttering such words. Hiding the book he had written since. Not writing anything, Micah simply continued the story he made every time he took a break. It was enough to make Micah feel free from the brain fatigue that afflicted him from various life problems that plagued him so far.

"Not to mention what it is,"

"Jeez, you wrote the story..?"

Micah did not flinch at Rida's question. The shadow of what happened a few years ago when his little friend saw the writing he made, then immediately tore it up one by one in Micah's mind. His heart was again enveloped in wast. Really, he did not want his book to be torn as easily as the incident he often received a few years ago.

Insulting with a sentence, may be able to hold Micah, not to get angry. But if it was tampered with, Micah felt very hurt even though it was just a regular notebook with his handwriting which also could not be said to be very good writing to read. But he writes from the heart.

"Lu want to be a writer...?"

"Mistakenly...?"

Micah asked back. Rida laughs.

"Don't dream I, so the author is not as easy as you think, you say you are just a graduate of SD, duh capital so it won't be able to be a writer, the author must be smart, and so on, they play the brain, must be a genius, not just pinter nulis stringing the word doang..!"

The word umpteenth time, which Micah received, which, if I may be honest, was enough to make his optimism fade every time he heard it. Micah biting lips.

"Yes, I know. I do this because I like, there is still a desire to be a writer is not wrong dong..!"

"Not wrong anyway. The dream belongs to everyone, just aja, you must be careful with the dream you have, do not let your fall because of your dream, the pain that exists, ntar, look at reality, poor people like us. You can eat every day with rice and side dishes is enough..!"

Is correct. Micah actually agreed with this friend of his. But should the poor not dream...? Not worth dreaming, or having a dream..? Does the dream belong only to those who are rich..? Who can easily realize what they want with the money they have..?

If that's the truth, it's not fair to Micah. But naturally, his friend had such an opinion. In fact, Micah never succeeded in realizing what he had dreamed of.

The writing he sent was always rejected. In order to type the writing, Micah had to be willing to set aside money from his small salary for the cafe. Not to mention Micah had to be willing, take a typing ration, in his break hours, because Micah's working hours were full, unlike his friend who had sif, who had sif, because they work based on the education they have.

With Micah...? To get this job alone, he relied on insiders. Rida who helped him, so that he could enter was accepted at this place. Whether, using what reasons, his friend was able to convince the owner of the mini market to accept him.

In fact, what he knows, the requirement to work in their place now is compulsory SMU graduates, while Micah..? Only with an SD degree. This made it difficult for Micah to find a job. And he was grateful, Rida could make it accepted in their place now, even though working hours are distinguished. Do not wear sif and do not get overtime if you have to overtime.

"Yes, I understand. Thanks for the advice..!"

"Yes, your right anyway, want to have a mind, but in my opinion, your mind is impossible Mikh, I have a theme, college, like to write too, but real until now, I have no idea, he has not been able to achieve his dream, until all depression, you want to be rich that way, will make runyam live alone..!"

"Depression...?"

"Yes, because the people closest to him say, his hobby is useless, just a waste of time, no need to be occupied, but my friend still trying to reach his ideals, still not deliver, not how long I know you kedia, so you can control your desire, basically control your dream, because falling when dreaming is sick..!"

After saying so, Rida got up. He died, Micah who was only dumbstruck to hear his ravings.

"I no longer understand what pain Rida is like...!"

Micah muttered alone..

Note: dream, because life starts from a dream, but imbue the dream with hard work and prayer, God willing God will show His power

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