SUPERBIA
Finding Answers

If anyone asks, will Nafla give up Azariel for Bianca? The answer is ....

Tot, tock, tock!

The door of the room opened shortly after the sound of knocking on the door. The two girls let go of a hug, then turned their heads in the same direction.

"What's wrong?" Papa who had just arrived was shocked to see the scene. He closed the door, then walked closer.

Nafla chose to stand with her head bowed, trying to hide the rest of her tears. Bianca sat on the bed.

"Where did it look?" bianca protested after rapidly wiping away her tears.

Papa was silent, not directly answering the question. "Sorry," he said slowly which was immediately greeted with conical lips Bianca. His papa tumbens did not accompany him in the hospital.

Although still curious about what had just happened to the two daughters, but papa no longer asked. He chose to rub the top of Bianca's head and asked her how she was doing. These days, he rarely met his youngest daughter.

"When can I go home, Pa?"

Again there was a pause to answer Bianca's question. Papa always seemed to think every time he answered. The face of the middle-aged man also looked so tired.

"Our day to Singapore."

Both Bianca and Nafla were shocked. However, both of them chose silence and did not reply.

"I drowsiness" said Bianca finally, then shifted her body to lie down. Meanwhile, papa with attention enveloped Bianca's body, although clearly her face looked very sad.

Bianca slept behind them. Making Nafla step closer to papa, then ventured to hold the hand of her biological father. At first it felt embarrassed and heavy, but when their hands were tied it felt warm and haru.

Without speaking, papa turned his face, looking at Nafla who for the first time since adulthood held her hand. His heart suddenly felt bad. He missed this feeling.

"Papa looks tired. Come on, get some rest!" Nafla is not bragging. Papa's eyes look sunken and dark, like people lack sleep. He slowly pulled his hand towards the long sofa, then sat there together.

Somehow Nafla still refused to let go of his hand. He even leaned his head against the shoulder of the father who was returned by the papa with a gentle rub in his hair.

"Pa?"

Hearing Nafla call him alone, makes papa's heart laced with a sense of warmth. Their relationship froze for too long.

Papa turned his body to face Nafla, then looked at his eldest daughter deeply. Then, he slowly pulled Nafla's body into his arms. The tears that he had been saving had finally shed as well.

Papa clutched the body that used to be so beautiful tightly. Trying to pay a break that is too long for them. "Parents are guilty of you. Papa should apologize to you, son."

Nafla shook her head. The girl was crying too. "Nafla loves Papa very much."

"Papa too, son. Papa too."

Secretly, Bianca wiped away her tears dripping onto the pillow. He hears everything. He feels happy. At least the guilt for accidentally separating papa and Nafla can be slightly treated.

***

After revealing each other's restrained feelings all this time, papa seemed to fall asleep while sitting down. Nafla helps release papa's glasses, then stares at that face for a long time.

A soft smile was slowly etched on Nafla's lips. However, that smile gradually turned sour. He has regained papa's love. True love never disappears from her. So ... maybe the love of the other is no longer important.

Nafla decided to get out of the room to support the fresh air. Being in the room too long makes it stuffy. Plus, his feelings are terrible.

He closed the door plan so as not to wake Bianca or papa. Then, walk down the hallway. Paying attention to the busyness of the medical personnel and the grim face of the patient's family became an alternative for Nafla to shift her turmoil.

He continued walking through a wide row of glass windows and finally stopped there. Now, the buildings and vehicles that look crowded the city from above here become his attention. Until, a mineral bottle suddenly stretched out toward him.

Nafla turned her head and immediately found a handsome young man with a sharp nose standing beside her. The young man looked out the window as Nafla picked up the bottle and thanked him.

"Have you found the answer?" asked Az without looking. His hand seemed to hold the iron window at the waist in front of him.

When Nafla did not answer, Az turned his head.

"Nafla Afanin Tirta" call Az. Her face was so solemn as she continued, "Have you found the answer?"

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