SUPERBIA
Perceiver

Falling in love with millions of people, maybe that's what Nafla Afanin Tirta feels today. Yesterday, Faiz, the new foreman at the factory where he works, expressed his love for her.

Today Nafla looks different. The unpretentious girl, even applied a red lip dye to her lips. He has also prepared two levels of rantang for lunch together with the pujaan.

"Taste you good, Dek."

Nafla's cheeks met red, as she recalled Faiz's sweet words yesterday. Now, he could hardly wait for Faiz to come see him.

A dashing, sapodilla-skinned man matured not long after that came with wide strides. The white project boots and hat he wore made Faiz look even more beautiful.

Nafla bowed her head shyly while hugging the two-story bushel containing the chicken stew she made this morning. Blouse floral motifs combined with black jeans became his choice for their first date.

His long hair accidentally Nafla stalls, to cover his back. He seemed to be tucking his straight black hair into his ears bashfully as Faiz had stood before him.

"Let's eat, Mas."

Faiz smiled, then rubbed the top of Nafla's head. A light action that managed to make Nafla's chest pounding incoherently.

Say Nafla is tacky, but living without the real affection of a father from childhood makes Nafla thirsty for love. He often sought a replacement for the important figure in order to pay for the lost love.

No, Nafla's not an orphan.

"Come, Deck! Mas can not be long, this run out want to meet Mr. manager."

Once again Faiz managed to make Nafla's heart flower. He feels made a priority in between the busyness of the girlfriend is unusually dense.

They end up eating together in a factory park that is not too crowded because most factory employees prefer to eat in the canteen. Nafla attentively served Faiz a meal. He even gave two pieces of chicken stew specifically for Faiz.

"Let Mas get more work spirit," said Nafla blushed.

Faiz is not a proud figure. He ate quickly and voraciously even though some of the employees who were also eating in the park, were quietly watching them.

As Nafla began to feed food into her own mouth, someone pulled her hair from behind. So, Nafla screams in surprise.

The spoon in Nafla's hand even fell down, until the rice scattered to the ground. Nafla tried to let go of the strong grin of a woman with a brow swooping in her hair while moaning in pain.

"JOB!" The woman that Nafla did not recognize cried out in wrath. He even returned to grab Nafla's hair, until the innocent girl stood staggered and became a spectacle. Meanwhile, next to the stairs recorded the anarchist scene with his own mobile phone.

"Here you go, gatel chick! Face like a monster is still a pretentious beauty seduced men." The woman pushed Nafla's head, until Nafla fell to the ground.

The blond woman still shone her camera phone at Nafla who was sitting down. "Well see! The actor's face. Item, spotty, short."

The woman approached, then held the end of the shirt worn by Nafla with a disgusted expression. "What, anyway? It's so cute to wear flowers!" Then, laugh mockingly.

Nafla tried to cover her face with her dirty hands exposed to the ground, but the woman pulled her hands rough. "Still got shy too, loe? You should have thought before you became an actor!"

"No, I'm not an actor!" Nafla's defense sounds like a tweet. He was really scared and embarrassed.

His heart broke for the second time when Faiz finally stepped forward and pointed at his face. "How many times have I told you I have a wife. Don't you understand me too?!"

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"You go with Grandma first, yeah, kid. Tomorrow Papa pick up. Nafla everything to Papa."

A simple sentence broke Nafla's heart for the first time at the age of nine. A promise that was never kept, even though Nafla had been waiting for him for 15 years. A reason that makes Nafla grow into a figure who does not believe in themselves and feel unworthy of love.

Yes, the source of the most disappointment indeed comes from the closest person.

Nafla walks out of the factory area in a messy condition. Ruffled hair and bruised face former slaps and scratches. His eyes looked empty, though his footsteps did not stop in the slightest.

Faiz's disgusted expression as he looked at her was still clearly drawn. Faiz's hurtful remarks against the rejection of even the accusations for him were still stirred in his ears and hurt his heart.

Once again ... he felt unworthy and wasted.

"JIA!"

A shout, teasing the reverie of Nafla. He turned his head and found a little girl with two pigtail hair chasing a cat who ran across the road.

"JIAA!"

Nafla could not think. He ran and pulled the body of the little girl so as not to be struck by a truck that was speeding at the turn. Imbasnya, it was his body that was hit and dragged on the asphalt.

Nafla could no longer see and hear anything. Eyesight darkened. Meanwhile, his ears only heard the sentence ...

"You go with Grandma first, yeah, kid. Tomorrow Papa pick up. Nafla everything to Papa."

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