SUPERBIA
Bianca Zehra

A truck was speeding on a fairly deserted highway this afternoon. Although, it could be heard the sound of a brake squeak that collided with asphalt, but the vehicle with a yellow tub still hit the body of Nafla, until dragged and rolled five meters.

Nafla could be heard moaning, before finally his gaze darkened and almost lost consciousness. In that semi-conscious state, he could still hear some people screaming in panic, the sound of a vehicle engine, and the sound of a child crying. Until, a sentence closes his sense of hearing.

"You go with Grandma first, yeah, kid. Tomorrow Papa pick up. Nafla everything to Papa."

After that everything was quiet. Too quiet, to make Nafla afraid.

Nafla felt her body lift up slowly. The longer, the higher. The wind blew softly, making him feel comfortable and almost asleep. Until, a strong blow made his body shaken and pulled down quickly.

Nafla felt her body was shady. It was as if it was floating and falling from a very high place. As much as he tried to hold on, reaching for whatever he could. I wanted to scream, but it was hard.

Nafla's heart is racing. His breath was stuck in his throat. Finally a scream escaped from his mouth.

"YAHAHHH!" Nafla pulled her body quickly to sit down. He gripped tightly the cloth that stretched under his body, until his fingernails turned white. For a moment his head felt dizzy.

A thread of sweat seemed to wet the temple of Nafla accompanied by breath that sounded stingy, although in fact his body felt shivering. What a strange feeling.

Nafla's eyes were wide open, though she did not know what she was looking at. Everything looks foreign.

The sound of the door opening rang out not long after. Nafla turned her face slowly towards the door, still with a hunting breath.

A narrow-eyed male nurse seemed to be walking over swiftly. Then, check the monitor screen above the headboard and press the nursecall button.

"Are you okay, Miss Bianca?"

Nafla moved her head slowly, following the whereabouts of the male nurse. His forehead, contorted furrowed.

"You just calm down. The doctor is coming soon."

"I ...." Nafla moved her lips that felt dry. "Who?"

"Miss Bianca," replied the male nurse straightforwardly.

Nafla gasps. He widened his eyes and mouth, then got off the bed quickly.

"Open up! Open this needle!" nafla orders panic while pointing at the infusion tube on her wrist.

The male nurse by the name of Azariel who was embroidered on one side of the chest of her nurse uniform still looked calm. Although, in front of him was a comatose patient who had just regained consciousness and acted strangely. "Where are you going?"

Still relaxed, Azariel moved the infusion hook to the infusion pole. Then, calmly said, "Let me drop off."

Nafla's eyes glared. He looked at Azariel not accepting. Then, shuffling pushed the infusion pole toward the toilet while grumbling. "C!"

Of course Azariel heard the grunt. He just shook his head, muttering, "Astagfirullah."

Just as the toilet door closed, a doctor and two female nurses walked into the ICU room. They looked shocked at the empty patient bed.

Realizing the shock, Azariel took the initiative to explain, "The patient is going to the toilet."

The three looked confused. However, this time Azariel chose to just shrug his shoulders. Before the end, a hysterical scream of a woman sounded from inside the toilet.

"AAAAAAHHHH!"

The two female nurses quickly opened the bathroom to check on the patient's condition. Meanwhile, Azariel scratched his ears while returning to beristighfar.

Inside the toilet, Nafla stared at the mirror with a frightened face. Over and over again he made sure, but the appearance of his face in the mirror remained unchanged.

Nafla looked all over her body from top to bottom. Tight fingers, bright skin color, smooth legs and stripes, short wavy hair.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Once again Nafla shouted. He ignored the arrival of two female nurses who entered the toilet and approached him on alert.

Nafla looked back at the mirror. Then, patting his face with both palms, even though his wrist was painful due to the friction of the infusion needle.

"Miss Bianca?"

"We're back in bed. Your hands are bleeding, Miss Bianca."

Aye! This is the face of Bianca Zehra Tirta, her own sister.

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Just this time create a genre of fantasy and it feels ... Ah, steady!

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