Soul Change
The Past (1)

Stefani should be sleeping now. However, it turns out that his eyes are difficult to close.

“He's starting to get suspicious!” He was mumbling about the same thing again.

Then Stefani rolled over, took a pillow and hugged her tightly. A little uncomfortable with what's going on right now. Mahardika's suspicions will lead everyone to the truth. Surely Daisy and Mahardika will know how he and his fiancee can change bodies suddenly.

Fearful. It's Stefani's feeling in expressing all this right now. He had to do something to get rid of his fear. He rolled left and right whenever the uncomfortable feeling arose.

However, the expected drowsiness at this time did not also come. He sat down and pushed the door to the terrace where he and Mahardika were sitting. Surround the terrace to the other side. It was there that he found the pavilion that his family lived in. Where do my father and brother live? Stefani curious.

“It's not a feeling of longing, is it? Impossible!” He shakes his head to expel even more strange uncomfortable feelings.

But it does not leave the edge of the terrace. Does he hope Handoko will come out because of the heat in the pavilion as usual. Sit on the terrace for a while after eating and re-enter shortly afterwards. Stefani must be crazy.

He pinched himself so that he could be conscious and move from the lips of the porch. Once it worked, Stefani breathed a sigh of relief. He must not forget the somber days given by those closest to him.

“You can't hold such grudges!”

Stefani was a little surprised and was quicker to control than usual. He no longer felt afraid when suddenly the old man appeared and smiled at him.

“Why not? They let me down!”

Stefani can still hear Maulana's accusations against him. He did not even want to be born into the world. He was not the one who chose to be born into the world.

“Did you not disappoint them too?” The old man raised his eyebrows curiously.

“Which is possible!” stefani exclaims while moving away from the old man.

But he got an attack from his heart. It's a guilt that shouldn't be there.

“It seems that you became what you have done, but are still trying to deny it. Guilt is proof that you still have affection for your family!”

“More heartaches possible!” Stefani added without hesitation.

However, that attack of guilt came again quickly, making him completely unsettled and feeling like he was just about to run away.

“Wrong feelings are human, Stefani! You don't have to deny it or run away from it. Learn well what has made you guilty.”

This time Stefani can see how the old man disappeared. It evaporated like fog and disappeared in the wind. Stefani goosebumps. He rushed back into his room. This time hurriedly jumped into bed and hid.

***

Tang!

Handoko quickly opened her eyes in shock. That's the sound of a frying pan falling to the floor. Without even thinking about anything, he leapt up from the bed and landed on the bedside floor very quickly. He did not know her flip-flops and ran out of the room. Wh who? Only one questionable word echoed in his head.

“Stefani!” handoko exclaimed almost in disbelief and was also relieved.

The girl named Stefani was crouching to pick up a skillet that fell on the floor. That's what caused the loud noise.

“What I woke Dad up?” ask Stefani to know.

That's true, but he can't answer that. “No! It's time for Dad to wake up. What are you doing this morning?”

“Daddy remember with corned rice made by Kak Maulana?”

Handoko. He remembered the bland taste that his senses tasted. “Why with it?” tanyakanya.

“I want to make the same. Sorry for interrupting Dad's sleep!”

“Yang exactly same as Maulana?”

Handoko saw the 20-year-old girl nod. “Ya!” added by voice.

“Do not want better?”

Stefani's cheeks are red. So Handoko chuckles again seeing the girl's effort. Then he walked over and took the face that was in Stefani's hands.

“Then let's make it together, it will taste better!”

“I'm sorry!” stefani's whisper is weak.

Handoko stroked the top of the girl's head slowly and felt she had found a very sweet princess.

***

He noticed Handoko preparing the ingredients to make fried rice. Eggs, onions, celery, and several other types of spices. What Daisy knows as seasoning is only salt and sugar.

“He did have to learn a lot to be able to cook his own provisions. Though he planned to make this fried rice and given to Mahardika. The reason, of course, is because of the advantages of making.

“I'll scrape the eggs. Can you stir the roof here?”

Because it is forbidden to participate, Daisy has been leaning against the wall. As soon as asked to do something, he excitedly approached, picked up a spatula and started stirring the fried rice that Handoko had seasoned. It smelled good, and looked more colorful when compared to the previous Maulana.

Handoko picks up a small spoon on the dish rack, picks it up a little and thrusts it to Daisy after it is blown. “Try!” tell the old man.

Even before chewing, the fried rice tasted good because of the flavor. “It's so good! I thought I wouldn't be able to make something like this!” daisy said seriously. “Why didn't Dad apply as a cook at the Big Lord's house?” ask Daisy to know.

“I don't have that qualification, Stefani. The cook at home seems to have worked at a restaurant. I only worked in small restaurants before working at Ibnu's house!” Handoko was a bit surprised by her own words and glanced at her daughter awkwardly. “Ah, I mentioned the name Master, yes, we used to one school first, so sometimes I mention his name accidentally.”

“How did the great master used to be at Father's school?”

Daisy wants to know. How his old man used to behave. Was it like this from the beginning? Or did it become like this after marrying his mother.

“I don't know if I can say it!” Handoko looked hesitant.

“Only I am here and no one will know even if Dad says bad things about the great sir.”

Handoko still seemed to hesitate. However, from his attitude that looks at Daisy like judging, makes him have a feeling that he will be told. The old man let out a heavy breath and rubbed his chin.

He placed a plate containing cow's eye eggs near the stove and just spoke.

“Aida was my friend at school. They're both dating. I never heard of them dropping out even after school. Ibn al-Awali's ambition, Stefani, is why he reached this stage. I was just surprised when he found me after marrying Miss Daisy's mother. I was flabbergasted and did not expect that he was leaving Aida.”

Daisy wants to laugh, but can't. He thought that his father's second marriage was too soon. I never thought about how the two knew each other.