SUPERBIA
Seeing It Again

Nafla was still thinking about Faiz's facial expression earlier. He was quite satisfied to see his ex-girlfriend was a nightmarish. Sometimes he even seemed to smile to himself.

"Az, if my mission succeeds. I'm afraid you're eating well." Slowly, Nafla already considered Az as her friend. Now, he begins to want to share his happiness with Az. However, instead of being enthusiastic, the reaction of the young man who was driving it was cold, to make Nafla cluck annoyed.

"You don't feel outrageous?" Suddenly Az, speaking. He pulled a tissue over the dashboard, then gave it to Nafla with a flat expression.

Nafla, confused, took the tissue, until Az moved the rearview mirror in towards Nafla. Only then did the girl realize, if the lipstick on her lips was messy.

"I don't know your purpose, but this looks too late," Az continued as Nafla smoothed the lipstick on her lips using the tissue she was given earlier.

The movement of Nafla's hand stopped. Now the brunette girl looked at Az sharply from behind the rearview mirror. "Because you don't know, it's better to be quiet!"

Nafla's tears trickled out uncontrollably, until she immediately turned her face quickly towards the window. It seems, the decision to regard Az as a friend, is a big one.

"You're afraid Bia is branded cheap? Are you afraid I'm doing something that Bia knows? If that's what you're afraid of, you're calm," said Bia sharply.

Az secretly felt regret. He did not expect, Nafla would cry because of his words. This was one of the flaws of Azariel Firdaus, he did not know how to apologize.

After the fight, no one spoke anymore. Both are silent and always avoid eye contact.

Arriving home, Nafla finds her father finally coming home. The middle-aged man's face looked exhausted. However, he still had time to welcome Nafla home warmly.

"How are you, Bia?" Papa rubbed the top of Nafla's head as usual. The very thing Nafla misses. However, his heart ached when he came to his senses, if that affectionate swab was not really for him.

Nafla brushed off papa's hand violently. His mood is not too good for the show now. He even went from there, leaving papa who still called his name with a worried tone.

Bia, Bia, Bia! All about Bianca!

Nafla throws her phone firmly at the large figura containing a photo of Bianca, until the two break apart. He hated that woman. He hated everyone in this house.

Nafla stepped out of the room with her chest rumbling. Then, use one of the cars parked in the carport after forcibly seizing the key from the driver.

The girl can drive. In the past, he had taken a driving course, even facilitated a car by his grandmother for college.

Now, he drives his car without a destination. Her tears still shed, though she repeatedly wiped them off her cheeks.

Unknowingly, Nafla arrives in front of a green painted house. A house that looks always beautiful and cool, but promises warmth in it.

There was a grandmother sitting on the terrace chair. His face looked sad, staring at the beloved plants. I wanted to say hello, but it was not yet time.

Suddenly, Nafla was curious about the fate of her body. He drove the car back to the nearest hospital. Hopefully his fate is lucky, so he can soon know the news himself.

Nafla went straight to the receptionist and called her own full name. He also introduced himself, as the younger brother of the victim of the accident. Fortunately, his business was not complicated on the condition that he had to leave his identity card.

The space in question is an ICU room that is not arbitrary people can enter into it. So, Nafla was only allowed to see from the glass door.

Although he had reached the front of the room in question, but Nafla was reluctant to peek inside. He was always afraid to see the sick. He was too scared, looking at his own body condition.

"Can you help me, ma'am?" A female nurse approached him. Thus, Nafla quickly pulled her trembling hand back.

"E ... patient inside, what's the situation, Sus?"

The nurse did not answer. He stared at Nafla, so Nafla had to introduce herself.

"I'm Bianca Zehra, Nafla's younger sister."

The nurse believed. "Miss Nafla suffered a traumatic head injury that caused brain swelling. That's why he lost consciousness."

"Is ... can he heal?"

Before the female nurse replied, a straight-looking, well-fitted man with a body wrapped in ICU room-claiming clothing appeared to be cleaning his hands with a fluid handsainitizer. Then, casually entered the room where Nafla was being treated.

Nafla widened her eyes in shock. As he remembered, he did not know the handsome man.

"Who is he?" nafla asked the nurse in panic.

"Mr Daniel." It seemed, the female nurse was starting to realize that she had been talking a lot. So, he chose to leave and leave Nafla who finally ventured to peek through the glass door.

His blood rippled when he saw his own face lying on the bed with his eyes closed. The face is so pale surrounded by medical devices that are not known Nafla name and function.

Turns out I'm still alive.

Nafla's gaze locked onto the pale face behind the glass. Unknowingly, his hand slowly moved touching the door handle. Instinctively, he wanted to enter, but logically he did not want to approach that body.

The ICU room door slowly opened, then closed again. Nafla rewinded her steps, staring at the alert of the sturdy man who was now standing in front of her.

"You who?"

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