SUPERBIA
Hot Cold

Actually Az grogi will also meet with Tirta. On the outside, it looks ordinary. On the thing inside, his heart was racing.

After changing his clothes with a more decent one, Az immediately drove his car to the hospital to meet the prospective in-laws. Beside him sat Nafla who occasionally seemed to glance at him. He also became stubborn, although not as bad as Az.

Not once did Nafla see Az stretch his fingers while controlling the steering wheel of the car, to make Nafla look at him in amazement. It's just amazing, anyway, seeing a cold guy like Az can be groggy too.

"You deg-degan?" noda Nafla, while holding back a laugh.

Az glanced back at Nafla, then shook his head. "No."

The answer full of Az prestige made Nafla medecak, then smiled amusedly.

"You think Mr Tirta knows our relationship?" asked Az after the two went silent for a while.

"What kind of relationship do we have?" Nafla rounded her eyes dramatically. His irritating attitude became similar to Az.

"Well, if you're married!" geturu Az, making Nafla laugh. Then, the two refocused on the road ahead there.

This is their first experience, especially Az. He does not yet know the correct and polite way. He should have come with his family group not alone like a chicken does not have a mother like this.

Az continued to cleared his throat, as if something was in his throat. Even when, parking the car in the hospital parking lot, Az becomes confused himself.

"Sir Man! Please park the car."

Security called Mr. Man was gawking. However, he keeps approaching Az and takes over his car keys. "Why, Sir?"

"Again the cold heat, sir," sambar Nafla with an amused laugh. Makes Man even more confused.

"Sir Az is sick?"

Az shook his head, then patted Mr. Man slowly. "Doain me, sir, let it be soon," said Az solemnly. Then, grabbing Nafla's hand and grasping it to step into the hospital together. Ignoring the protesting gaze of the woman he loved.

***

Inside a room, there was a young man who kept his head down. In the young man's hope was a middle-aged man who looked at him seriously. Tirta wanted them to talk alone without Nafla or Bianca.

"I've known you since I was a child" Tirta began. "My relationship is not only with you, but also with your father, Firdaus."

Az listened solemnly. Not daring to return Tirta's gaze.

Slowly Az lifted his face, looking at the unfinished Tirta with his words. "If you choose one, then .. the other will get hurt."

"What is Mr Tirta?"

"Go away. Leave them both to be fair."

Az looked at Tirta, deep. Then, smile thinly. "Nothing is really fair in this world. And as for the request, Mr. Tirta just now .. apologize, I refuse."

"You sure as hell can divide one of them."

"As long as Mr. Tirta approves, I'm sure I can."

Tirta laughs. "Now I believe that Firdaus does not boast. He often boasts of you."

Az stumbled a smile, then looked down.

"Thus ... Nafla or Bianca?"

"Since the Beginning of Nafla and will remain Nafla."

Tirta grabbed Az's hand, then grabbed it. His gaze this time warmed. "Please happy Nafla."

***

After the serious conversation, the two men returned to the hospital room. It's waiting for Nafla and Bianca. Papa first spread a smile, while Az was still busy adjusting his breathing to stay calm.

"Have, Pa?" Bianca started, making Nafla turn her head. Then, it looked at Bianca with a sad highlight. Looking good when hurt is an art of hurting yourself.

"Not yet, Az?" Papa chose to sit first, then turned his head back, looking at Az.

Az sat down beside Tirta, after being invited. Then, he replied, "Now how Nafla decides."

Hearing her name being mentioned, Nafla instantly widened her eyes, startled. After all what the hell, the two men actually sat together. As if compact.

"Sorry?" This time Bianca turned her gaze towards the older sister sitting beside her. "Before going to Singapore, I want to see you get married."