Transmigration into Comics
Beginnings

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A long-haired beauty knocked on the table several times. By holding Novel in her left hand, the girl was seen rolling her eyeballs lazily.

"Ck, not really!, is there no novel whose story is a bad girl plus nyebelin liking a perfect handsome guy? always the girl is a beautiful plenary"

Bugh

The quiet state of the library, making the sound of book dings sound very loud.

The girl got up from her seat and put the novel back in its original place.

Nazalea Deanda, a 21-year-old girl with jet black eyes, walked out while tying her hair.

The nose and lips were small but the big eyes were perfectly fused on the face of Nazalea. The proportion of the body that is not thin but also not fat, can be said to be ideal.

Nazalea became an idol on her campus, not only because of her beauty, but also because of the intelligence that Nazalea had.

Please note, Nazalea is currently studying medicine.

Nazalea is a tomboyish girl who is a martial artist, making men afraid to approach her.

The sharp and stressed look in his eyes made some people disinclined towards Nazalea.

Even so Nazalea never had enemies let alone bully his friend. Precisely Nazalea is a humble girl who is easily close to others.

...***...

Bending her hands together in front of her chest, Nazalea walked down the corridor of her campus. His mouth did not stop chewing gum.

Seeing someone who was so familiar with him sitting alone, a prank idea appeared in Nazalea's mind.

In the back garden of the campus, a man sits under a mango tree while his hands occasionally flip the pages of the comic he reads.

Like a thief who wanted to steal, Nazalea walked around trying not to sound a sound.

"WIKTA" shouted Nazalea to make men who were focusing on his activities jumped in shock.

"LEA! I LOVE THE HEART OF DISABLED PEOPLE"

Nazalea laughed heartily at the shocked face of the man named Wikta.

"Loah you're so funny Ta!" Nazalea held onto her stomach which was cramped from laughing.

"Akhhhh Wikta is sick! my ears are dislodged woy! geez Ta, no longer ngagetin lo" Nazalea's laughing voice changed with a voice of pain because Wikta pulled her ear.

Seeing Nazalea's reddened ears, Wikta let go of her hand, sat down and opened the comic she had dropped.

Nazalea leaned her back on Wikta's shoulder, enjoying the gentle breeze while gazing at the afternoon sky.

'Where Nazalea is, that's where Wikta is' that's what people think. They were both neighbors and friends since childhood, no wonder they were so close.

"Haaaaa" Nazalea's breath distracts Wikta.

"Why? any more problems?"

"Father mama, I miss them" said Nazalea with a tightness in the chest.

...***...

Many were envious of the life of Nazalea which they considered perfect. Beautiful face, smart brain, have friends as good as Wikta and of course rich.

Without them knowing Nazalea was jealous of the lives of others, having abundant treasures does not promise happiness in life. Nazalea's parents were so busy with their work that they didn't have time to say hello to their only daughter.

Nazalea knew her parents were working for her life, but should it be this hard? I don't know how many years Nazalea hasn't known what it's like to be hugged by an old man.

Nazalea once vented her heartache by hurting her own body, scraping her arm using a needle has often done Nazalea first.

When he saw his arm bleed, Nazalea instead grimaced in pain, but was happy, because the tightness was coming out through the wounds that Nazalea called masterpieces.

Nazalea's bad habits didn't last long because Wikta knew it. Wikta certainly didn't let it.

Wikta who always hugs and wins when Nazalea cries. Wikta will always listen to the complaints of Nazalea. Wikta was the only person who understood Nazalea the most, for Nazalea, Wikta was her guardian angel.

...***...

The noise of exhaust racing from some motorists sounds mutually ear-splitting.

Some people are seen passing by, there are also riders who test the road with their motorcycles.

Some people stop their activities when they see the arrival of a Kawasaki Ninja H2 Carbon motorbike entering the wild racecourse. Everyone knows who the biker is.

Motor sport with black dominance and bright green tralis frame, very contrasted with the rider who also looks all black.

Stopping the motorbike, the driver who stole the attention opened the helmet and displayed his beautiful face which immediately reaped the boisterous tweets of several people.

Nazalea is the only female racer who cannot be defeated by anyone.

Every Saturday night at dawn, Nazalea would ride his motorcycle to this place. Of course, without Wikta's knowledge, if Wikta knew about this problem, Wikta would certainly inhabit it.

Having a cute face but a very strong hobby, that is Nazalea. Unlike other girls, Nazalea is very fond of motor racing. Even the Nazalea motorbike itself is a sport bike.

Nazalea makes this activity one way to calm his stressed brain.

By wearing a helmet like a professional racer, the young men were flashing their sport bike exhausts. One of the girls who served as a jury, stood in the middle with her red flag.

With a countdown, the race begins. Nazalea darted like the wind leaving the others.

A number of spectators watched on the edge of the arena, cheering in support for the riders. The one with the most fans is of course Nazalea.

Now Nazalea just finished one more round, by raising her teeth, Nazalea's hand pulled the brake slowly when on the sharp swooping turn.

When he wanted to turn, Nazalea felt that something was blowing his eyes until Nazalea became unfocused. The hand used to hold the brake slipped off, while the right hand accidentally pulled the gas pedal.

Brak Ngieeettttt

Nazalea had a single accident, Nazalea's body was thrown a few meters away from her motorbike. Helmets that were originally installed perfectly are now released.

The loud sound made the audience scream in worry.

Everyone approached Nazalea who had been lying on the street corner, the hardness of the impact made Nazalea's body full of wounds, her face was full of blood.

With trembling hands, one of the spectators called Wikta and reported the fateful incident that Nazalea had experienced.

Without waiting any longer, Wikta immediately went to the hospital where Nazalea was rushed.

The doctor declared Nazalea into a coma, due to the impact so hard, the skull of the back of Nazalea's head was fractured. Tibia or often called the left shins of Nazalea is broken, a bulge on the right shoulder that indicates the Nazalea collarbone is also broken.

Seeing the state of Nazalea, Wikta's tears just shed, the promise to always keep Nazalea can not Wikta fulfill.

Wikta didn't even know that Nazalea liked to take part in such dangerous wild racing. Wikta blames himself for something he has nothing to do with.

"Please save Nazalea my god!"