SUPERBIA
Why Should I Nafla?

Azariel was not interested in Bianca. After agreeing to make her Bianca's personal nurse with an extraordinary salary, Azariel complies to keep her quiet. However, the little youth of the expedition gave the main conditions.

"Don't sin."

Nafla almost let out a laugh when she heard it, but she could stand it. Then, they promised with hooked pinkies. However, Azariel looked back at him with a flat expedition.

It is up to the important thing now that Nafla is free to become Bianca. Later that night, he was allowed to go home after hours of talking in the doctor's office.

All the way home, Nafla had to hold back from being fed up because papa was so considerate of her. Papa was so worried that Nafla was hit. So worried Nafla felt dizzy. Actually ... Not on Nafla, but Bianca.

Nafla's throat was painful. Her heart was hot whenever it got good treatment from papa. Why should Bianca? Why not Nafla? Because the need for attention and affection like papa is not only Bianca, but Nafla as well.

As he remembered, everything was fine. Papa, mama, Nafla, and Bianca, all are well and loving each other. Their relationship was warm, although the mother was often sickly and rarely left the house. However, they are just happy.

They used to joke around a lot and spend time in the room with their bedridden mother. Papa patiently teaches Nafla to color, though the little Bianca cries often.

Everything was fine, until my mom died and ...

"You go with Grandma first, yeah, kid. Tomorrow Papa pick up. Nafla everything to Papa."

Why should Nafla be thrown away? Why should Nafla be removed?

Nafla's tears were dripping softly, drenching her pale white cheeks. But he quickly wiped it. It's too fast. He hasn't even done anything yet.

When the sedan car they were driving entered the yard, Nafla's heart was again destroyed. A house he hadn't seen for a long time. The house that once offered warmth while scratching an incredible wound.

"Let's get out, Bia. Papa help."

Unknowingly Nafla brushed off papa's hand. His heart is getting hotter. His gaze was still fixed on the luxurious house with the spacious courtyard. Nothing has changed, everything looks the same, except the taste.

Nafla opens the car door, then gets out of there. Followed by papa who looked at him from across the car with an illegible look. Papa remembered the doctor's words.

"Maybe something will change from Bianca. He will be more sensitive and emotional. Forgetting some things. In fact, he did something he had never done before. Influenced by his leukemia, Bianca has a secondary brain tumor."

Papa sighed slowly, then walked closer to Nafla. "Come in, Bia."

This time papa doesn't want to touch Nafla. He was afraid of making Nafla feel uncomfortable.

Sure enough, Nafla walked slowly into the house. Accommodate one by one the room there in a soft voice. In the past, there were so many photos of their family togetherness on the wall. Now the wall is empty.

Nafla twisted her body, staring at the white door with the doorknob covered in pink cloth. Then, without saying anything, Nafla opened the door and was amazed by the pink dominance room decoration.

Not only that, there is a photo of Bianca posing sexy, showing off her legs are level and smooth. A super-large size photo embedded on one side of the room wall.

"Superbia," muttered Nafla, then closed the door of her room without saying goodbye.

Leaving Azariel who was secretly looking at him suspiciously. This time he was more convinced, if Nafla really was a ghost.

"Azariel?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Your room is there." Papa showed me a room not far from Bianca's room. When Azariel nodded and was about to leave, papa called back to him.

"Please .. take care of my daughter."

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While alone in the room, Nafla rode happily. She checks the contents of Bianca's closet and is amazed by Bianca's sexy dresses.

Impatiently, Nafla tried on one of those dresses. For the first time, he wore open clothes on his shoulders, to accentuate his chest.

Nafla pecked herself in front of the long mirror. The figure in the mirror was so perfect. No one less anything, down to the tip of the foot.

Suddenly, he remembered the figure of Faiz and his wife who called him a monster. In the past, Nafla didn't really care about the physical. He also never judged and demeaned the physicality of others. However, it seems that physical appearance is so important for most people. In public, his physique was humiliated and humiliated.

Nafla played the tip of her curly hair with an angry look. He wondered, what if things turned around? He was curious, what if the harmony of Faiz's household was shaken?

A slanted smile was now engraved on Nafla's lips. He brought his face closer to the mirror, then said spoiledly, "Mas Faiz, wait for Bia."

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