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"I thought you liked Nafla." Papa smiled warmly as he folded his hands back, then continued, "The cup you like Bianca."

Az's lips seemed to move about to reject the papa's words. However, he finally chose to clench his mouth back. What kind of answer should he give anyway?

Their chat was interrupted when the grandmother came out on the grounds of wanting to give Nafla time to rest. Though he was no longer able to hold back crying every time he saw the pale face of the grandson. His heart was once again sliced into accepting this bitter destiny. It used to be her husband, after that the princess only wayangnya and now it's just his beloved grandson.

Grandma sat her body in the waiting chair with her body shaking from sobs, making papa not continue his conversation with Az and chose to approach her mother-in-law. Then, try to calm him down.

Az turned his head towards the door. Through the glass door he could see Bianca still standing on the side of Nafla's bed without speaking. The two girls exchanging souls looked preoccupied with their respective thoughts.

Az presses the door handle, then goes back into the ward. He had to leave Nafla before he left.

When Az entered, both Nafla and Bianca turned their heads. We waited for the young man to approach. However, the look on one of the women's faces changed as Az only looked in the same direction.

"I work first, yes, Nafla," Az said as he stood beside the bed. The young man's gaze only locked onto Nafla's face. He did not seem to realize that there was still someone else there, namely Bianca.

Nafla nodded. Whether she got the courage from where, the girl reached out her left hand, then grabbed the hand of Az hanging on both sides of the young man's body. Then, gently play Az's fingers. "Tomorrow we'll see you again, yeah."

Az did not answer because his throat was so bitter. Finally, he just nodded. Now his gaze turned to Nafla's fingers still playing with her fingers, as if reluctant to let her go.

"Hm, tomorrow we meet again" Az replied slowly. He grabbed Nafla's hand which from earlier looked cool playing his fingers. Then, grasping the pale hand while rubbing the back of Nafla's hand with her thumb.

Az's facial sharpness looked uncomfortable as his eyes caught the figure the black watch showed on Nafla's left wrist. Now the number is much less than the last time he saw, which is 28:36.

Nafla, who noticed the change in look on Az's face, immediately pulled her hand. Then, say with a smile that doesn't know what it means. "Now I know what this number means."

Really, for now Az did not want to smile at all. So, he again replied without a smile on his lips. "What?"

"I will go back to my own body when the number at this hour is exactly 00:00" Nafla said.

Az did not immediately respond to the beloved girl's guess. He seemed silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Hopefully."

***

After asking the driver to drive grandma home, papa went to see a doctor in his room. As always, he must strengthen his heart to accept whatever the results presented by the doctor. Meanwhile, in the nursery there is Bianca who takes care of Nafla.

"How, Doc?"

The doctor did not answer. He looked at me long enough. So many great parents like Tirta that he met during his service. Parents who never give up to get the healing of the child.

"The development of cancer cells is very fast" said the doctor finally. "Thus, chemotherapy must be done immediately."

Papa rubbed his face rough. But he still tried to strengthen his heart. Since growing up, Bianca did refuse to do chemotherapy because it would slowly interfere with her other organs.

"Bianca's body is getting weaker. For now all we can do is have a blood transfusion to solve one problem, but other problems also need to be addressed."

Papa lowered his gaze. "What should I do now?"

"I consulted with my professor first. He recommended a hospital for Bianca in Singapore. Their equipment and experience is very ...."

"Do whatever it takes if my daughter's life is safe" replied the bitter papa.

***

It was late when Nafla opened her eyes. Since Az's departure, he had fallen asleep. He felt his body was so tired and not so energetic.

Bianca who looked pensive, suddenly turned her gaze towards Nafla. Then, mumble. That girl didn't talk too much today.

"Where's dad?"

"After seeing the doctor, Papa left."

This time it was Nafla who nodded. "grandmother?"

"home."

Nafla nodded again. Actually he could not bear to see the sad face of the grandmother when he met earlier. "Let granny rest," she replied.

A few moments quiet. At the moment there is no interesting topic to discuss. Both of them seemed to be trapped with their own minds.

"What if your guess is wrong?" Suddenly Bianca spoke as Nafla nearly closed her eyes. He felt that his body felt so weak that it made him sleepy. "What guess?"

"That hour." Bianca glanced at the jet-black clock that coiled around Nafla's wrist. Followed by Nafla who looked in the same direction.

Now the number that the clock shows is 24:17 and decreases every time. Nafla shrugged her shoulders lightly as if she did not want to bother, making Bianca look at her with an illegible look.

"Where is it otherwise?" bianca.

"meaning?"

"What if that number does not indicate the time of return of the spirit to our respective bodies, but ...." Bianca paused her speech for a moment. "Last boundary before the soul exchange door closes?"

Bianca was curious about Nafla's reaction. However, it seems that her brother is still mediocre, until Bianca again continues, "Dan ... Forever we're stuck in the wrong body."

Nafla remained unreacted. He just stared at Bianca with my eyes. "really?"

"I'm just wondering."

"Yes already."

"Aren't you a problem?" Bianca looked at Nafla, then cautiously continued, "Every day taking medicine, doing chemotherapy and in the end."

Nafla looked pensive. Then, looking over, looked at Bianca. "If I die in your body, you'll still be fine in my body, right?"

Bianca's forehead frowned, not understanding.

"If it does not have a bad effect on you, yes .. no problem," continued Nafla relaxed.

"Nafla?"

Nafla gave a faint smile, then clasped Bianca's hand. "You're my sister."

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