SUPERBIA
Treasure, Throne, Not Bianca

Papa stepped through the corridor with wide steps. Only recently did he get word of the princess who two weeks into a coma had awakened.

The door to the ward was opened and Papa entered in a hurry. He looked at Bianca sitting on the bed with a female nurse. Meanwhile, a male nurse was seen checking the infusion.

"Bianca dear." Papa hugged Bianca's thin body slowly into his arms. His heart was calm seeing Bianca regaining consciousness after a long period of sleep. He even kissed the top of Bianca's head in a row.

Bianca .. or Nafla?

Nafla pushed papa's body, until the big tall man's embrace was released. His look looked cynical.

"Sorry baby. You in pain?"

Nafla did not answer. He only looked at the hand of the father who was now holding his hand slowly. His chest felt hot and unceremoniously jerking the grasp.

Azariel who had finished installing the infusion noticed the incident silently. Meanwhile, the female nurse who was standing not far from there seemed to approach papa politely.

"Excuse me, Mr. Tirta."

Papa turned his head, looking at the sister who was ready to give information.

"There are a few things doctors want to say about Bianca's condition. Can you come with me for a minute?"

Papa looked back at Nafla, then rubbed his delicate cheeks. He didn't know if Nafla was fed up with it.

"In a moment, yeah, honey."

Papa goes to follow the nurse who previously instructed Azariel to keep monitoring the state of Nafla.

Go then! Go that far away. Like you made me leave.

Nafla still stared at papa's departure cynically. His knuckles turned white again as he subconsciously gripped the hospital's white sprai back.

He didn't realize that someone was still there. That person from earlier always looked at him fully in search.

"You .... " Nafla turned her head when she heard Azariel speak. The male nurse stood next to him with her hands folded in front of her chest and her head tilted as if she was thinking. "Who?"

The deg! Nafla's pupils slightly enlarged. He looked at Azariel without blinking and slowly gulped.

Has his face changed again?

Carefully Nafla lowered her head to simply pay attention to her other body shape. The fingers are still flat. His feet are still smooth and smooth. He means he's still in Bianca's body.

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm Binca. Bianca Zahra Tirta," Nafla said. However, Azariel still continued to stare at him. Then, shake his head after lowering his hand from his chest.

"No. You're not Miss Bianca."

Almost Nafla's heart was dislodged from hearing it. He began to panic, but as much as possible still behave normally. Finally, he simply laughed blandly, then lay down and covered his entire body with a blanket.

"How's this? How'this?"

Bianca was Azariel's first patient since becoming an intern at the hospital two months ago. So, he felt quite strange about Bianca's current attitude.

"You're a ghost, right?"

Nafla brushed off her blanket, falling to the floor. Then, sitting down again and staring at Azariel did not accept.

"Well! Miss Bianca doesn't have that cynical look." Azariel said as he looked at Nafla's face. "He's gentle. She's merciful. She ...."

Dugm! Nafla throws a strong pillow at Azariel so that the apprentice nurse stops praising Bianca. Nafla hates hearing all that. He stood up, then looked at Azariel sharply.

Their height is almost the same. An advantage for Nafla to intimidate the young man.

"Aegis .... " Nafla drew her body closer to Azariel. His bouncy fingers appeared on the collar of the narrow-eyed young man's shirt. "I know you like me, right?"

Nafla was confident in saying that. Which man is not interested in his sister. She is beautiful, sexy, and has sensual lips. However, his confidence was worn off as Azariel rewinded his steps while his wife wastighfar. Then, it seemed to mutter the verse of the chair.

"I'm not a ghost!" nafla shouted annoyed. He exhaled a rough breath, when Azariel had not yet stopped reciting the verse of the chair.

Nafla keeps on spinning the brain. It cannot be caught too soon. He is not satisfied with Bianca's body. He was not satisfied to teach Papa a lesson and hurt his heart. He is not happy playing with a different world.

Isn't that man's ordeal threefold? Treasure, throne, and women. If women can't, then ...

"I'll give you money, but shut the fuck up!"

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