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THE DREAM COME TRUE Imagine how if I meet my idol

Fitri Nurul Aulia
0411 14 039



Last Sunday was my beautiful day ever. Until today, I am still cannot believe ti. I think, it is just a dream.
            A week ago, I won a quiz from Star Magazine. Whoever won the quiz, would be invited to Harris J’s home. I was the only one who won that quiz. It was out of my logic. But everyone knew it was true.
            On Sunday, at 1 PM,  I got prepared myself. I wore my the best dress with a suitable hijab that I had. The dress was my birthday present which was given by my mother. Moreover, it had blue color. My favorite color. I also wore my the best shoes which was fit in to my dress. I wanted to be perfect in front of my idol. At 2 PM, a car came to my home. It a silver BMW. And I knew that the crews of Star Magazine came to pick me up. The crews took me to Star Magazine’s office first. After that, we finally drove to Harris’s home.
            I was really excite. I was still considered that it was only my dream when I sleep. On the way to Harris’s home,  I imagined everything when I would had arrive in Harris’s home. I would probably get nervous, felt ashamed, happy, or anything. But, I must be cool.
            The journey took about one hour. Finally we arrived.
            Harris’s house was so big. So beautiful. It had a classic style with cream color. I said to my self, “It is Harris’s house. His home. I finally here!”
            All crews were laughing when I said that.
            When the gate opened, my heart’s beat went so fast. I saw my idol was standing in front of the door’s house. I couldn’t stop smiling.
            His look was just so perfect. He was a prince in my eyes. He wore a gray hood, a white t-shirt, and a red jacket. He also wore red sneakers. So simple , but he looked perfect. Especially for me.
            When I got off from the car, Harris smiled at me. He was a humble boy. He was greeting me with Assalamu’alaikum when I was still feel awkward. So I replied, “Wa’alaikum salam.”
            Then he asked my feeling and condition. Of course I was in a good mood. It was my big day to meet him. Harris welcomed me and the crews. He asked us to come in to his house.
            We had some chats. Talking about anything. After we had dinner, we took some pictures. The pictures would be my the best moment in my life. I asked Harris to give his signature on his album that I had bought in a music store.
            For me, meeting my idol is more than enough. But God gave me more; coming to Harris’s house, having a dinner with him, taking some pictures with him, and getting his signature. Before I with all crews left Harris’s home, suddenly one of them asked us to stay three or five minutes.
            “I am going to announce something.” He look at us.
            I saw Harris kept smiling and I did not know why. He looked at me. I gave my curious face to him.
            “Fitri, the present is not only visiting Harris’s home. But you also won the ticket concert of Harris J in London!”
            I thought my heart’s beat had stopped. I could not say something. I was a stone. When I heard that amazing statement, it was just like the best bomb blast in my heart. I was really happy. Really happy.
            When I wrote this marvelous experience, I just had finished preparing myself to come to Harris’s concert. Once again, I pinched my cheecks, I realized it was true. I had no words except my biggest praise for Allah.

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