SUPERBIA
They're Different

Az knocks on the door, then goes into Bianca's room. By the time she arrived, she was already there. Meanwhile, Bianca seemed to be sitting leaning back with a smile welcoming Az's arrival.

"Which granny?"

Bianca looked at Az who was walking over with a worried look. He was worried that Az knew everything. "home. It's a pity to sleep here" Bianca replied at last.

Az had been standing next to Bianca's bed, then pulled up a chair and sat there. Meanwhile, Bianca still looks timid.

"Where is Bianca?" It felt strange when Bianca said her own name, but she had to make sure of something.

"Okay" Az replied briefly.

Bianca exhaled slowly. He guessed, Az had not known about their soul exchange.

Bianca grabbed Az's hand slowly, confirming Az's reaction once again. Bianca's heart was a little relieved when Az did not reject her.

"Where's your clock?"

The deg!

Bianca's reflex releases her hand from Az's. Then, pulling the end of his sleeve, trying to cover that clock. "I don't want to talk about that, brother. I'm scared."

"Fear what?"

"Fear .. if our guess is wrong. What if it turns out that this clock is just a regular clock?"

"Hm." Az turned his head towards the door, then looked at Bianca again. "What did you say?"

Bianca is quite happy that Az no longer urges her about the clock. He also believes that Nafla has not told about their soul exchange.

"I .... " Bianca lowered her head. There was still doubt in his heart to say this, but the other side of his heart was urgent. "I don't like you meeting Bianca."

Az bergeming. He was still staring at Bianca with an illegible look. "Why?"

"I don't like it!" Bianca pulled Az's hand and held it again. "I'm afraid of losing you, Az."

Az did not answer. He just pulls the edge. Now he was absolutely certain, this woman before him was not his Nafla.

***

For too long flipping through the body, Nafla ended up falling asleep as well. She woke up the next morning when her grandmother kissed her forehead.

"Grandmother's home yet?" Nafla squirmed, then pulled her body to sit down.

"It has. Last night." The old woman smiled gently, then tidied up Nafla's messy hair. "Quick shower. We pray Fajr together."

Nafla nodded her head strongly. He missed this moment. Then, excitedly move from the bed to go to the bathroom.

There's a Mushalla in Grandma's house. The place is usually always used as a place of prayer for women. Considering the residents of the house were all women, except for the driver who preferred to pray in the mosque near the house.

After the prayer, without removing his face Nafla lay on the lap of the grandmother, spoiled as usual. Meanwhile, grandma lovingly rubbed her hair.

"Where's Bianca doing, Grandma?"

Moments later, grandma was silent. Every thought of the fate of his granddaughter, he felt sad. "It's just a prayer we have for Bia."

Nafla nodded her head slowly. He knew enough about his sister's health condition.

"But last night, Bia looked happy. Grandma was happy to see it," continued the grandmother as she recalled her meeting with Bianca last night.

"Nafla?"

"Hm?"

"What do you think, Daniel boy?"

***

Since awakening and being in each other's bodies, Nafla has never spoken to Bianca. Therefore, this afternoon he was determined to meet Bianca at the hospital. He stepped his foot in the hospital courtyard which was no longer foreign to him.

Before entering, Nafla paused her footsteps and peered into the Emergency Room. Then, smile wryly. What is he expecting?

Nafla resumed her steps, without succeeding in finding the figure she was looking for in the IGD to the ward. When the door opened, he immediately found Bianca who looked surprised and immediately put her phone back under the pillow.

"I thought sister, Naf!" Bianca held her chest.

"What are you doing?"

"Chat Kak Azar," replied Bianca sumringah who only replied Nafla with a thin smile.

The conscious Bianca had mispronounced, appearing to feel unwell. He tried to change the subject. "Are you alone?"

"Hm." Nafla stepped closer to Bianca's bed, then sat on the edge of the bed. "What are you doing?"

Bianca shrugged both of her shoulders indifferently. "Wait for lab results."

Nafla nodded her head slowly, then fell silent. Until, Bianca secretly looked at him curiously.

"Sorry?"

"Hm?"

"You ...." Bianca seemed to hesitate. However, he cautiously continued, "Didn't say the same to Azar?"

Nafla returned Bianca's gaze, then shook her head.

"Why?"

This time Nafla shrugged her shoulders. "It's okay."

There was a poignant swish in Bianca's heart as she looked at the sad look in Nafla's eyes. Supposedly, last night Nafla could have told Az. It should have been last night the day he asked for was over.

Unknowingly, a drop of Bianca's tears escaped. He sobbed in his tears, causing Nafla to look at him worriedly. "Why you?"

Bianca shook her head many times, then pulled Nafla into her arms. The crying broke. "I'm sorry, Naf."

Nafla's tears also ended up dripping. Slowly, his hands lifted, then rubbed Nafla's back without speaking.

Behind the door, a man in a nurse's uniform was looking at the scene from behind a glass. His eyes looked hurt. Not just for himself, but for Nafla.

***

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