SUPERBIA
Not Now

"Azariel what does that mean?"

"Take a guess!"

"Water controller."

Nafla himself was confused why he could spontaneously answer that, but as he remembered there was someone who said the meaning of Azariel is the Water Controller. Although, he did not know the person was serious or joking.

Suddenly Az got up from his seat, and walked to the back of Nafla's body. "Ready-ready! You'll be flying soon."

Not long after, Nafla felt the swing she was sitting on swaying. The longer, the firmer, the more panic he gets.

"Sister Azar!"

The swing slowly stopped, until a heavy male voice sounded, but warm. "What, Anin?"

Az got up, walked around Nafla, then crouched down right in front of the girl. Both hands, holding the swing rope that had stopped swaying. "You remember too."

Nafla's forehead was faintly wrinkled. The look in his eyes was fixed on Az's face which was right in front of him. A face that looks foreign, but feels familiar.

His memories slowly drifted on the pieces of memories with figures he might recognize.

"Sister Azar!" Nafla screamed in fear as Azar removed her hand from the bicycle that Nafla was paddling. Meanwhile, a boy taller than him seemed to be running right behind him on standby.

"Just keep going! You won't fall."

"Sister Azar!" Only that name was what Nafla repeatedly mentioned, while continuing to pedal her small bicycle. His face looked frightened.

Azar laughed out loud, then recaptured the bike that Nafla was riding on as the bike looked dim. "Look! Not falling, is it?"

Nafla smiled widely, displaying a row of small teeth. Azar is always reliable.

"Anne!" Heard my mother sitting on the terrace calling her name. Nafla immediately rushed to run, approaching. Her two-pointed hair seemed to sway funny.

"Eat some ice cream, honey." Mama's thrusting a strawberry-flavored ice cream on Nafla. However, the little girl still seemed to raise her hand.

"For Brother Azar who's brown, huh, Ma?"

Mama smiled, then rubbed the top of Nafla's head. Then, give one more ice cream to the little girl. "Can, Honey. Ask first, can Azar eat ice cream?"

Nafla nodded, then ran back to where Azar was still standing. He handed the boy a brown ice cream without asking according to his instructions. "Make Azar's sister brown. Anin the strawberry."

The adult Nafla was still pensive as Az got up and stood in front of him. Then, casually shuffling Nafla's hair that was still sitting on the swing. "Because! Let's go home."

What memory is that?

Nafla blinked her eyes, then rushed off the swing and chased after Az who had walked far ahead of her. The sun has dipped, leaving behind orange color biases. However, Nafla was still curious about the piece of the story in her brain.

"We know?"

"No." Az replied without stopping the move. Making Nafla stumble along aligning steps.

"Sir Azar who? Ye? We're SD's friends?"

This time Az did not answer. He simply raised his shoulders and opened the passenger door. However, Nafla opened the door next to the wheel and sat there. It's not finished interrogating.

Indeed, basically Az has the talent to ignore people, whatever Nafla asks is only reciprocated. Then, with the young man's leisure turn on the music, to make Nafla look upset.

***

Nafla still keeps trying to recall the pieces of memories that suddenly appeared that afternoon. Slowly dig it up, then scream in frustration. "I can't remember!"

Some office friends sitting nearby seemed to be surprised, but Nafla did not care. He really is curious.

The sound of a faint-hearted commotion sounded from outside. A few co-workers who were in room with Nafla started to get curious and peek out. Meanwhile, Nafla chose to tap the pen on the table, while continuing to remember.

"OOORRR!"

Like de javu, the old happenings repeat themselves. A woman wearing a tight t-shirt and eyebrows swooped in, shuffling into the room. Then, spout out the painful earlobes.

"Where's the chick? Where?!" The woman screamed loudly, pounded the table, even kicked around like a doormat. Meanwhile, Nafla just sat down and looked at him lazily.

"Bianca! Where is he?!"

The other karwayans seemed reluctant to answer. They chose silence and distance, though still making it a spectacle. Since no one answered, Nafla willingly raised her own hand. Meanwhile, next to his hand again he uses it to support his chin.

Faiz's wife, who saw it, widened her eyes. Then, walk full of anger towards Nafla. However, his steps were stopped as Faiz tried to get in the way in order to protect the woman of his tribe.

Cie!

There was a husband and wife quarrel there. Faiz insisted on taking his wife away. Meanwhile, the wife was all her might to get rid of Faiz's body which blocked her move to hit Nafla.

"Surge you, Mom! Brengs*h!"

"I told you my decision had nothing to do with anyone! Don't be ashamed, you!"

Of course Faiz's reason did not make the wife believe. This is not her husband's first affair. "You think I believe in the same baj* men as you!"

The woman was now beginning to roar as a result of her emotions. He continued to try to rid himself of Faiz's pomp, until a powerful slap flew into Faiz's cheek and made a dramatic sound.

"Males don't know themselves! Don't know it's lucky! Bangs*t!"

I don't know what other mockery that the woman spouted on Faiz's clear face Faiz now turned red. Faiz pushed his wife's body and shouted, "You think I can bear to live with a chatty woman like you?! Look at your body! No one can make me lust."

The woman again attacked Faiz blindly while crying. His voice had even sounded hoarse due to too much shouting.

Too busy protecting himself from the blow, Faiz was unaware that his wife had quickly approached Nafla and grabbed her hair. Then, pushing strongly Nafla's body, until it fell to the floor.

Nafla who was not on standby, looked surprised by this situation. As he was about to get up, he suddenly felt his body being pushed and crashed violently. A very bright light also suddenly appeared and made him close his eyes firmly. However, when he opened his eyes again, he saw Bianca holding her head.

Yep! Bianca.

Nafla lowered her gaze and examined her own body. His eyes widened when he realized he had been thrown out of Bianca's body.

Nafla panic. He shook his head as he looked at Bianca who was standing staggered while holding her head.

"Don't now, Bianca!"