SUPERBIA
Returnees

Nafla opened her eyelids slowly. For some reason, he felt that his entire body was very weak. When he turned his head slowly, he found that papa was already sitting next to him.

He remembered the incident at the hospital. Papa also sat beside his body. Nafla's tears came back.

"What's up, Bia?" Papa wiped the tears at the corner of Nafla's eyes, then continued, "We're going to the hospital now, huh?"

Nafla shook her head. His throat was painful to answer.

"You're still angry with Papa?" ask papa gently.

Once again Nafla shook her head. This time, he forced himself to talk. "No."

Papa grabbed Nafla's hand, then grabbed it. Then, looking at one of the reasons for surviving to this day with a deep look.

"Papa's not angry with you, but Papa won't apologize. So, don't repeat it again!" said papa pretending to be angry, to make Nafla smile and nod.

Papa smiled too. He rubbed Nafla's cheek. However, his attention was distracted when he heard his phone ringing.

"A moment" said papa after confirming the identity of the caller. Seems important.

Papa even got up from his seat, then chose a little away from Nafla. Despite being faint, Nafla could still hear the voice of papa talking to someone. His voice was quite slow, but his tone raised while making sure. "Nafla conscious?"

Not only did papa look surprised because Nafla was even more surprised. He widened his eyes, then examined his own body. He is sure, he is still in Bianca's body, then ... who is aware?

Without buying any more time, he rushed straight to the hospital. Actually, he had repeatedly refused, but because Nafla forced, finally the girl who just woke up from her stupor also went with him. After all, when will he hide the condition of Nafla to his sister?

"Are you sure all right?" ask papa to worry.

Nafla nodded her head in confidence. He was very curious, what kind of creature infiltrated his body?

Papa tapped his index finger to his knee. He could not wait to get to the hospital quickly. Nafla who noticed all that, quietly reviewed the smile. He was happy to see only his father worried about him.

When they arrived at the hospital, they headed straight for the ICU. There was Daniel there. The father of Jia went straight out and let papa in.

"Please, Mr. Tirta," he said politely as he arrived at the door.

Papa nodded, then stepped his feet closer to Nafla. Daniel chose to wait outside the room.

Nafla looked flabbergasted. He looked at Daniel's departure and once again, he felt happy that there were many people who were worried about him.

"How's my daughter doing, Doc?" Papa asked the Doctor. However, Nafla who heard it felt her heart rustle.

My daughter? Once again Nafla smiled, though this time her eyes started to dew.

The doctor, who was there, seemed to have finished observing. However, he intends to convey the results later personally with Tirta. "Well meet me later in the room. I'll explain everything."

Papa nodded. However, suddenly someone pulled his hand, until papa lowered his gaze.

"Mr ...." Nafla who was in bed was the culprit. Now he had put down his mirror and looked at the father standing beside him.

Of course papa feels very happy. He sat down on the edge of the bed and clasped his daughter's conscious hand full of. "Where are you, Nafla?"

The girl on the bed did not answer. He actually circulated his gaze in the other direction and his eyes were widened when he saw the figure of Bianca who was standing not far from them.

His index finger slowly raised, then pointed right towards Bianca's face. "Who is he?"

Nafla widened her eyes alertly. He clutched tightly at the end of the shirt he was wearing, not knowing what to do.

"Bianca, your sister." Papa took over to answer, until the girl's view on the bed looked back at Papa.

The girl's lips on the bed seemed to be moving slowly. His eyes were confused again. "Then me?"

"Nafla Afanin Tirta" Papa replied.

The girl nodded slowly. "I ... Bianca Zehra Tirta's."

Nafla's eyes were round in shock. He unconsciously stepped back, terrified.

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Just realized, if I make a novel like to make the reader think. On the matter of reading for entertainment, huh? I even told you to think. Tumbler.

Next time I make a plate novel, deh, specifically for mak-emak terlope.