SUPERBIA
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"You're my sister."

After saying that sentence, Nafla immediately fell asleep. Either because the condition is not too good or because of the influence of drugs that make it so easy to fall asleep.

The hands of Nafla and Bianca are still linked. Bianca did not intentionally let go. He just kept staring at his own face which is now dominated by Nafla. Such a pretty face, but her fate was not as lucky as her face.

"If I die in your body, you will still be fine in my body, right? If it doesn't have a bad effect on you, yeah .. no problem."

Bianca was still thinking about Nafla's words earlier. He had no idea how Nafla could look so calm. As if not worried if they run out of time and forever live the wrong destiny.

Bianca reached out to the bag she had placed on the bedside table. Then, take out a jet black watch exactly the same as Nafla's from her bag, then look at it for quite a while.

Yesterday, he felt angry at Nafla because despite switching souls, Az still prioritized her brother. Yesterday, he was disappointed in Az for always worrying about Nafla and Nafla.

"Where is your favorite hour?"

"damaged."

"Where?"

"I don't know! Ever since I moved into this body my memory hasn't been so good, sister!"

Yeah, Bianca lied. Az's question made Bianca very irritated because the tone of the voice of the man she loved sounded pushy and so worried. Unfortunately, that concern was not directed at him.

Actually not only that time Bianca was irritated by Az's exaggerated feelings on Nafla. One day he asked and protested.

"Why does Azar like that, anyway, the same Nafla? A lot of women are more beautiful than her? After all, Kak Azar's love is only monkey's love, brother! I was just wondering how it felt to have her."

Bianca's heart immediately ached when she saw Az shaking his head confidently. "He's different. He ... sincere."

"Curtain!" Bianca grieves, doesn't believe it. "If she had a life like mine, Azar's sister is sure she can still be sincere?"

"certain."

"We'll see!"

Bianca exhaled deeply, then put the watch on her own wrist. The clock, whose screen seemed empty, when it was worn, immediately blinked and displayed a row of strange numbers. The number is the same as the watch on Nafla's hand.

23:59

I ask for your time.

Bianca put the watch together in her hand, and Bianca's body fell down on the bed, almost to the body of Nafla lying down.

***

It was still too early in the morning when the hospital room felt so crowded. Now there are two beds with two different girls who are both lying with their eyes closed.

"Maafla!"

The doctor said there was nothing wrong with Nafla. However, since it was found drooping on the bed, until now Nafla could not be awakened. Papa rubbed his face rough. The thing that he had feared for a long time, could it really be happening?

"Nafla, wake up, son!"

If I may ask, let Nafla live longer, Lord.

"Maafla!"

Nafla tried to open her heavy eyelids. Then, apply it slowly, trying to adjust the light that enters the cornea of his eye that feels blinding and makes dizzy.

"Nafla?"

Nafla's forehead wrinkled as she looked at Papa's worried face. Wasn't it! That's not. Papa called him ... Nafla's?

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As usual, while waiting for the SUPERBIA update, I have a novel recommendation that makes baper. Yuk on the coin, yuk!