SUPERBIA
Love Yourself

Bianca was laying herself on the bed while fiddling with Nafla's phone with no interest. There was nothing interesting about the contents of her sister's phone other than photos of the sky, animals, and plants and some reading apps.

He remembered his meeting with Az this morning. He did not expect, the young man became part of their big secret. A fact that made Bianca a little disappointed.

I used to wonder how it felt to be you.

From the past ...

I wonder how it feels to be you. To know what it feels like to be loved by ...

Azariel Firdaus secretly.

Bianca pulled both ends of her lips, then smiled bitterly. If Az didn't know their soul exchange, maybe Bianca could feel a little love from him.

"Bianca?"

Bianca pulled her body to sit as Nafla came and entered the room. He could see Nafla's incredulous look when he saw her new appearance.

"You really cut my hair?!" Nafla's eyes widened, holding the ends of her hair that stayed shoulder to shoulder.

Bianca smiled proudly. "Beautiful, right?"

It is undeniable, if the appearance with short hair makes it look fresher. However, however, long hair is the identity of Nafla pride.

Bianca who seemed very unconcerned with the protest of the owner's body, actually pulled Nafla's hand to touch her cheek. "More chewy, right? I bought a complete skin care package with your savings," he giggled.

"Papa's money" Nafla replied quietly, then sat down on the edge of the bed. He grabbed his wallet on the nightstand, then pulled out an ATM card from there. Staring at him with an unreadable look.

"You never make?"

"Ear, but just that."

"Pantes many. You're rich, Naf!" Bianca patted Nafla's shoulders in amazement. "But your wealth has been drained a little. Your clothes aren't fashionable, I'm replacing them with the current ones."

Nafla's eyes now not only widened, but roundly looked at Bianca who was sitting beside her. "You made my clothes?"

"Not to worry! I'll keep it in ...." Bianca bit her tongue slowly, then continued, "Warehouse."

"Muucca!"

Bianca shut her ears lazily. He believes his decision is right. Love yourself, if people say.

"This is how I love myself, Naf!"

Nafla's forehead frowned. Then, turn his gaze straight ahead. His voice sounded soft as he said, "Many people fail to find a reason to love themselves, Bia."

"The reason is because I am precious!" Bianca pointed to herself proudly. However, the direction of the index then turned towards Nafla. "Same with you and the others. Everyone is precious and the only one" he continued earnestly.

Nafla seemed stunned to hear Bianca's words. Behind her childish attitude, Bianca is actually a more mature figure.

Nafla reviews the thin smile. "Obsolutely normal. Although not as hateful as before, but still awkward."

Bianca exhaled slowly. "Are you messing around to the second floor?"

Nafla's forehead wrinkled. During his stay back in the mansion, Nafla only often paced downstairs alone. "Well?"

"Your room is on the second floor, Naf!"

"Oh, huh?" For this one Nafla does not remember too much. Even though I still don't remember.

"So you haven't seen?"

"See what?"

Bianca looks anxious. "See it yourself! I'm going to bed. I have to keep my sleep pattern for skin health."

Nafla clicked to see Bianca lying down and covering her body with a blanket. Wanted to pin his head, but not his heart.

***

After being completely left to sleep by Bianca, Nafla returned home and headed straight to the second floor. I wonder what is on the second floor?

There are two bedrooms there. There is also a spacious balcony that is very comfortable to spend the afternoon while drinking coffee.

Nafla's attention was on a brown door with butterfly accessories there. Nafla tried to press the door handle and it was true that the door was locked.

He checked the closet drawer near the door and found a key there. Thankfully, so he did not have to bother calling Dini like yesterday.

The door opened after Nafla turned the child's key twice. He pushed open the door and found a room with many neatly arranged dolls.

Nafla kept her feet up and entered the room. This room seems to be cleaned often, so it still feels comfortable. The window blinds are also exposed and make the room look bright.

In addition to the shelves containing dolls, there are also shelves containing children's reading books. Nafla grabbed one of the books and turned back the contents. Her lips smiled as she read the story. I don't know why his heart was so happy when he read it.

Nafla put the book back to where it was. Then, continue the steps of tracing each corner of the room. His steps stopped in front of a three-door closet. He opened two doors at once and his forehead was made to frown when he saw there were a lot of gifts in the closet.

Nafla's hands stretched out and grabbed one of the boxes wrapped in the gift. Then, read the writing on one side.

Happy 10th birthday to the baby we hope is always healthy and happy: Nafla Afanin Tirta.

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Actually the theme of this contest is revenge, but I do not know how to get a good and true revenge, wkwkwk.

Look, ah!