SUPERBIA
Mission Hurt

The ring on Nafla's phone has since continued to ring and featured Faiz's name there. Meanwhile, the owner of the phone still sat hugging his knees behind the door of the room.

"Try asking yourself, Nafla. Is this really what you want?"

Nafla slipped her face between her knees. Then, close your eyes. He doesn't want to cry now. There was nothing he needed to cry about. Being left behind is nothing new to her.

Nafla took a deep breath, then raised her head again. Then, get up from there and walk out of the room.

He moved his feet slowly. Tracing the empty walls with a bright view.

"Bia?"

Nafla did not look at him. He was still staring at the empty walls nearby.

"You haven't slept?" Papa approached, then stood beside the princess.

For a moment the room felt quiet because the question papa urung also answered Nafla. At last, the girl started talking.

"Pictures here ...." Nafla reached out, then touched the wall before her with her fingers. "Where?"

Papa's forehead looked faintly wrinkled. He cleared his throat, then pulled his hand back. "Don't talk about that."

Nafla turned her head towards papa, looking at her biological father with a disturbed look. "Why? Because memories cost you nothing at all?"

Papa was silent for a moment. Replying to Nafla's gaze with an illegible look, then said, "Right."

Nafla's heart feels squeezed. He has no place in this house. Nafla pulled both ends of her lips, then smiled bitterly. Meanwhile, papa had wrapped his body and started to move from there. However, before he actually left, he made a sound again. "Sleep, Bia."

Nafla is not sleeping. He went to the kitchen and cooked a lot. Then, wash the cooking utensils, only after that eat themselves at the dining table.

Nafla dishes have been filled with fried chicken, capcai, tempe bacem, patted sambal, and crackers. He looked for a moment at the food in front of him, then fed it slowly into his mouth. Suddenly, her tears just melted.

***

After sharing his cooking tonight with the driver, security, and even the security guard at the compound, Nafla drove off in her own car tonight. The clock is almost 12 p.m.

He only returned when Azan Fajr reverberated and found that papa had stood on the terrace with his hands folded back. "Where are you from?"

For the first time Nafla saw papa's jaw harden. He did not answer and just continued to walk past papa with staggering steps.

"You drunk?!" Papa jerks Nafla's hand. His gaze sharply looked at Nafla's open clothes. "What kind of clothes is that, Bia?!"

Nafla laughed, she seemed to be unable to stand properly. "Good, right? A lot of men can't hold their hands to touch me."

Plaque! A slap for the first time drifted onto Nafla's cheek. Nafla lowered her head, then grinned.

He touched one end of his lips with his index finger and raised his face again. Then, he looked at me with a satisfied smile.

Papa doesn't talk much anymore. It was clearly a look of disappointment in his eyes. He simply turned his body around and walked towards the room with quick steps.

The smile on Nafla's lips faded. His gaze had yet to shift from the back of the papa who was walking briskly towards the room.

Nafla entered her room only to change clothes. Then, get out again by grabbing the car keys on the nightstand. This morning, he'll go and drive himself again.

Not directly in, Nafla exhaled first with a look at the sign of the name of the cancer-specific hospital. He independently conducts registration for examination. Last night, he had sinned in torturing Bianca's body with forbidden things for cancer patients and this morning he had to take responsibility.

Hoping not to meet Az, apparently fate said another. They were precisely the difference in the road in the hallway, but did not reprimand each other.

"A snob!" hiss Nafla. He turned his head back and found Az not looking at him. Then, sneer and talk to yourself. "I'm the only one who can be arrogant, hoy!"

After that, he continued his steps again following the direction the nurse had pointed to conduct the examination. At the same time try to expel the temptation to kick Az's leg from behind.

Thankfully, the results of the examination were not too bad. Although not exactly good either. Doctors wonder why Nafla's immune system is getting better.

"Last night I was drunk, Doc," on Nafla, making the doctor look at her with a frown.

"But I've been drinking ginger and honey" he continued.

"We'll wait for the MRI, yeah." Doctors retaliated. Then, do an examination on Nafla's cheeks that look bruised. "This why?"

"Sniff HP, Doc, bedtime."

The doctor smiled slightly, shaking his head. He clearly did not believe his patient's answer.

Doctor Wahyu has known Bianca since childhood. In the past, Bianca was a patient of children with cancer who have now grown up. A real miracle.

"You feel powerless?"

"Not really. I'm strong."

The doctor smiled again at Nafla's reply. As said earlier, Bianca's survival to date is a miracle.

Although the development of cancer cells is quite slow, but still the stage continues to increase in the last ten years. In fact, now Bianca's leukemia has reached stage four with congenital secondary brain tumors.

After an MRI and a blood transfusion, Nafla was finally allowed to go home. Actually, it is forbidden to drive alone, but what can be done, now Az is no longer there.

Eh?

After leaving the hospital with doctors and nurses, Nafla stepped out of the hospital. When he came out of the tall building, it was already evening. The time spent on the examination, was really long and exhausting.

Secretly, there was someone who noticed and followed Nafla from afar. Who else if not ... Azariel Firdaus's.

Although quite calm because the condition of Bianca's body is not too bad impact due to his actions, but Nafla is still reluctant to go home. He decided to drive his car to another hospital. Hospital where his real body was taken care of.

Nafla steps into the ICU. As usual, he only intended to stop by for a moment and peek through the glass door. However, his body was made to stiffen when he saw another figure sitting beside the bed.

The figure that was tightly holding Nafla's hand was drooping weakly. The figure that he memorized was a true gesture of his body. A figure that even seemed to be crying and wiping away tears with his vulnerable hands.

That figure ... Papa's.

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What else would you like to get stolen, huh? Wkwk