SUPERBIA
Mas Az

Azariel Firdaus is not without reason to wander alone to Jakarta. As the eldest of five children, he is certainly the hope of both parents.

Looking at the economic condition of the Azariel family, to complete the College of Nursing is easy. The father is willing to work hard to be able to send him as high as possible.

In addition to being a farmer, Azariel's father also worked as a njai teacher in his village. Of course, the choice of accepting bribes from Nafla made his conscience piqued. However, Azariel needed money. He needs to be proud and lighten the burden of his parents. Moreover, there are still four younger siblings who are still small and need a lot of money.

Even if the Angel records the deal as a sin, let Azariel bear it.

As Azariel tidied up the luggage in the new room, his phone rang. He stared at the name on the screen of the phone long enough, then shifted the green icon to answer the call.

"Assalamualaikum, sir."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Busy, Mas?"

Azariel chose to open the window curtain, then sat on the edge of the bed, and then replied, "No, sir. Another break. Same mom, healthy?"

"Alhamdulillah healthy. Mas Az is in good health too, yes, there. Remember the message from my father."

Azariel looked at his saliva, then nodded. "Yes, sir."

"So pray, let God take care of us. Don't lose people, yeah, Mom. I'm just asking for it's the same Mas Az."

Once again, Azariel felt slapped. He was embarrassed by his decision today.

"Udah, now pray first. Assalamualaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Greetings to mom and sister, sir."

"God's Insha."

Azariel stared at his darkened phone screen. It seemed, today he was too rash. He did not even know what kind of ghostly figure had entered Bianca's body.

He stood up from his seat, then exhaled a heavy breath. It's already wet. Now, he must take responsibility for his decision and make sure the ghost doesn't hurt Miss Bianca.

After performing the Maghrib prayer and reading the scriptures, the young man familiarly called Az walked out of the room carrying a white plastic with the name label of a private hospital. He stopped in front of a room door and knocked. It was Nafla's room that was not far from her room.

Nafla who was being amazed by the number of skin care owned by Bianca, was forced to move and open the door. Even though he was cool reading which skin care sequence he should use first tonight. Now, he did not wonder anymore, why Bianca can clear so.

"Why?" Nafla just pops her head from behind the door that was revealed. She was embarrassed to wear a dress with an open shoulder that belonged to Bianca.

"Time to take the medicine."

"What medicine?"

Nafla grabbed the plastic bag with a confused look, then peeked at the contents. "That's a lot?! I'll have a drink."

Nafla had almost closed the door of her room back, but Az was holding her still with a flat expression. "Be careful with that body. Don't get hit."

"Whisper!"

Brak!

Nafla slammed the door right in front of Az's face, until the young man sighed softly. But there was still no anger there.

"That's marijuana! Can't do this, can't." Nafla continued to lash out while throwing her medicine bag on the dressing table. Then, he sat back down and observed the rows of skin care one by one.

"A pretty boy still has to be treated, too, huh?" Nafla applied night cream to her cheeks that felt so smooth and supple. Suddenly, he remembered the painful words Faiz's wife had spoken to him.

"ugly, item, spotty, short!" Nafla clutches the night cream in her hand. His chest felt hot every time he remembered the incident. He swore he would make them regret for insulting him.

Nafla stomped the cream strongly back to the dressing table, then stood up with her eyes glistening furiously. Then, walk out of the room to look for Papa's whereabouts.

As expected, Papa must be in the study. After successfully finding papa, Nafla was confused herself. He doesn't know how to start. His tongue is too faint to say the word "papa."

"Bia?" Nafla jerks from her daydream. He felt his body lift when he saw papa getting up from the work chair, then walked closer and gently rubbed the top of his head. "What's up, honey?"

Relax, Nafla. Cool out! Now you are Bianca not Nafla.

Slowly, Nafla exhaled, then smiled cheerfully. He even wrestled spoiled in papa's arms. "Mr ... Bia wants to work."

Guys, Nafla. Until everyone gets their payback.

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Sekce name Azariel spelled ribet 😩

Here is my tongue with a coin. Kabooooorrr

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