SUPERBIA
Not Sure There's Not

Nafla stepped back her legs. His gaze was still fixed on the figure of Papa who was holding his hand on the bed while wiping away tears.

You go with Grandma first, yeah, kid. Nafla everything for Papa.

Nafla covered her ears with both hands, then shook her head many times. Then, turning his body over quickly, the beniat immediately left from there. However, he accidentally bumped into a female nurse.

"Sorry," said Nafla lirih without looking at the nurse who had just been nudged.

The nurse smiled. "Can anyone help?"

Nafla looked empty. He just shook his head slowly, then walked past the nurse. Originally, he had indeed intended to leave as quickly as possible from there, but he suddenly changed his mind and turned his body around again.

"Sus?"

"Yes?"

For a moment Nafla looked pensive. His mind is still fucked. He simply turned his head slowly toward the door of the ICU room, where his body was being treated. Then, it says, "What ... does that person come here often?"

The female nurse seemed clueless, until she followed Nafla's gaze and found a middle-aged man sitting inside. Then, look at Nafla again. "Mr Tirta? Sure oes. He's a patient's parent."

Nafla looked at the nurse in disbelief. Maybe papa was worried about him.

"How often?" tanya Nafla made sure.

"Almost every day. What's up?"

Once again Nafla shook her head, then completely walked away from there. Leaving the nurse staring at him confused.

Nafla is back to speeding up her car. This time, he couldn't wait to get home. There's something he needs to make sure of.

During the trip, Nafla's phone did not stop ringing. However, Nafla deliberately ignored him and continued to focus on driving the car.

Upon arriving home, the first place Nafla goes to is papa's room. He stepped his hasty feet toward the room he had not seen for a dozen years. However, unfortunately the room was locked, so he shouted to Dini, his house assistant.

Dini looked puzzled, but as she continued to be urged, she finally handed over the spare key of papa's room to Nafla. Unpatiently, Nafla turned the key she received from Dini, then opened the room door. Once again his body was made stiff.

Nafla steps her foot slowly into papa's room. The room didn't change too much from 15 years ago. Room whose part of the wall is now decorated with a lot of photos.

Nafla's footsteps grew weaker and finally stopped right in front of the photo-filled wall from top to bottom. He stretched out his hand slowly, then grabbed one of the photos displayed there. Then, set a long.

His knees grew so weak that he let his body slump to the floor. His gaze was still fixed on the white-figured photo in his hand. Photos of papa, mama, Bianca, and himself who was smiling cheerfully. He remembered this photo. Photos of him and his family were very happy when a picnic in the back garden of the house.

A drop of Nafla's tears fell, hitting the photo figura glass in her hand. With trembling hands, Nafla erased the tear grains. Her lips also seemed to quiver as she muttered, "Mama."

He looked back up his head, staring one by one at a row of photos up there. His tears flowed more and more when he realized all the photos were old photos of them.

There are photos of Nafla and Bianca as a child, photos of papa and mama. There are also photos of the four of them. Everything looks so happy.

Nafla felt her chest hurt, until her breath stung. However, suddenly the door of the room opened and papa walked quickly towards him. Then, take a picture figura from Nafla's hand and place it originally on the nightstand.

"Are you okay, Bia?" Papa rested before Nafla, holding both of the girl's shoulders. His face looked so anxious. Meanwhile, Nafla started sobbing with a face that had been soaked by tears.

"Bia?" Papa's worried. He clasped Nafla's trembling hand tightly. "What's up, son?"

Nafla's gaze slowly shifted. He stared deeply into the bead of papa's eyes even though his lips were still silent.

What's actually going on?

What is unknown to Nafla?

Nafla felt her breathing grow tight. He gripped the front of his shirt, slowly his gaze darkened and finally his consciousness disappeared.

Sometimes, something invisible isn't necessarily non-existent, Nafla.