SUPERBIA
Himself Who used to be

"Known, I'm Bia. Who's mas?" A seductive smile was already Nafla presenting. Should've caught Faiz's attention wasn't that difficult.

"I'm Faiz. The foreman is here." Faiz received Nafla's hand. His eyes glued to the pretty face before him, not blinking a second. "Would you get to the parking lot?"

"Of course, if it's not a hassle."

Faiz chuckled. "Where to bother. My job is free."

Nafla smiled faintly, although she actually wanted to snort and kick the man's leg in front of her. Then, they walked together towards the parking lot while talking about stale things. Occasionally Nafla seemed to laugh a little while covering her mouth, as if everything Faiz said was very funny.

Near one of the pillars of the building, Az was quietly standing observing. He still has not found the purpose and purpose of the spirit in Bianca's body. But somehow he felt he had to let the spirit finish its goal.

"Where are you from?" Apparently Nafla was already standing near the car, waiting for Az while tapping the tip of the heels into the paving block. He should have a cell phone, so there's no need to wait like this.

Az did not answer. He only opened the passenger door for Nafla without speaking. However, it seems that Nafla is getting used to the young man's flat attitude, until without protesting again, Nafla moves into her car. Then, sit sweet like a young Miss.

He remembered Faiz's expression when he found out he had come by car. Nafla just found out, it turns out that in addition to the basket, it seems that the young mador is also a duitan eye.

The car moved forward and out of the parking lot so smoothly. It looks like Az has been very good at driving a car.

"Have you been driving for a long time?" ask Nafla. Maybe, it's also good he was familiar with the nurse who doubles as his personal driver.

"I used to drive doctors out of town."

Nafla nodded. He was quite amazed to hear Az answering his question long enough.

After that, they passed through the high buildings of Jakarta without speaking again. The atmosphere in the car feels so quiet without the sound of music, even though outside the vehicle looks quite dense. However, Nafla did prefer this. He prefers a quiet atmosphere like this.

"Aw?" Suddenly Nafla mentioned Azariel's name without taking her eyes off the window. "Can you come by for a minute?"

Hearing his name being mentioned, Az looked at Nafla from the rearview mirror inside while slowing down the speed of his vehicle. There was something different that Az managed to catch from the look in the woman's eyes. His eyes looked so sad.

Az did not dare to ask, when he saw Nafla did not also move from there even though the car had long stopped. He just kept quiet, letting Nafla who kept looking for a long time towards the greenhouse from behind the window.

"Not out?" Az finally made a sound after a long time of silence behind the wheel.

Nafla shook her head slowly, then exhaled heavily. His gaze was still fixated on the spacious enough-sized house. The house he lived in with his grandmother for almost 17 years.

Perhaps, in this world only grandmothers love Nafla unconditionally. He remembered, when he brought the news of going to work as a factory worker, the grandmother very hard rejected it. The old woman even said, it doesn't matter if Nafla doesn't work for a lifetime.

At that time Nafla felt very moved, but she continued to try to persuade grandmother to let her work. After graduating from college, he was determined to be independent and stand on his own feet.

Nafla's eyes widened as the newly remembered figure appeared. The steps of the wide-hijabed old woman's figure looked so weak with a grim countenance.

Nafla leaned her body against the window, then placed her palms there. His gaze was still fixed on the same figure. He misses grandma. He was eager to meet and hold her tight.

Grandma who came out of the house with a travel bag seemed to enter the car that was waiting in the yard. Before long, the car moved slowly, then out of the yard.

Their car was side by side, making Nafla can see the grandmother sitting in the passenger seat was rubbing her face with the tip of the hijab. His heart felt painful to see that, until unconsciously his eyes also bermed.

"We following?" Again Az's voice intruded and again Nafla sighed heavily.

"We go home," replied Nafla confidently. He knew very well the direction of grandmother's goal and for a while he did not want to see anything about his old self.

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