Soul Change
The bottle that changed Destiny (1)

“MAS DIKA!”

But the man Stefani shouted at did not stop at all. Not only that, Mahardika did not even look back. Her steps are still in a hurry to get away from her, chasing after her fiance who just slapped Stefani.

Stefani's chest hurts, he's upset not playing. Wh why? What is wrong with his love? As said, Mahardika did treat herself more gently. Better than the rest of them.

His entire body trembled withstanding anger. Besides, he also wanted to cry. Why is no one on her side? Isn't there someone who should be on her side? No matter how unlucky Stefani's life was a long time ago.

“What are you doing? Gosh ... You think this is a dream world?” ask the man who is always called by the name “ayah”.

Stefani blinked, driving away the tears hanging on her eyelashes. “I didn't do the wrong thing.”

His father was grinning, not happy. Stefani wasn't lying at all. He didn't do anything wrong. Acknowledging feelings is not something that is wrong from anyone's point of view.

“Now you are also used to lying, yes?” his father looked disappointed.

Why would a man who doesn't even care about Stefani express such an expression. Not right. The expression shown should not be like that.

“Return to Stefani pavilion, you have to think about the mistake you made today?”

Why is his expression like that? He did absolutely no wrong. He only told the truth. Things felt after abandonment for the sake of abandonment received from his environment.

“I didn't do anything wrong!” exclaim Stefani before stepping away from the gazebo in the middle of the park.

He half ran past a horde of waiters carrying boxes of food from cars outside. The crowd did not stop, but paid attention to him. He opened the door, slammed it with all his might and managed to fall down hard on the bed.

It sucks! Love is not a mistake! Stefani squealed inwardly.

Suddenly he remembered something he had obtained last night, a small bottle filled with strange liquid inside. He quickly wiped away the tears on his cheeks, rushing towards the wardrobe that was near a small window that directly faced the wall of the fence. The bottle is hidden under the folds of the shirt. His hand immediately found a small round object with the glass lid.

“She said if I want to change my life then can use this.” He remembered the words of the old man he met last night. “But how to use it?”

The first thing Stefani had to do was open the small bottle. It had no smell as he tried to sniff it. Though Stefani thought because of the color that looks from the outside, the liquid in the bottle is likely a perfume, it was not.

He poured one hatch of the object into a spoon, sniffed it again and still did not find what it was. Then suddenly came up with an idea to try the thing. But what if the liquid is poison? Or something that won't kill like poison, but still dangerous.

Stefani exited her room, headed for the entrance, opening the door wide. So, if the liquid entering his body is dangerous, he can run out and ask for help immediately. Because Daisy's house is crowded, there is no way she will be left alone.

While closing the eyes, a spoon containing a drop of liquid from a small bottle obtained is inserted into the mouth. Stefani was surprised by the intense sweetness spreading throughout her mouth. In addition, there is a distinctive aroma that soothes when sweetness spreads.

“Gula!” yells.

However, sugar is colorless like the one in that small bottle. However, the sugar is melted and then colored. The liquid is magenta and slightly clear.

Because the object he got was completely harmless, Stefani was sure to try the object. Therefore he must be able to make Daisy to drink the liquid. If it fails, there will be no effect.

Stefani gasps. The old man he met last night was inside the house. Though he had been standing at the door since then and there was no way Stefani would miss someone who went inside.

“How do you sign in?” stefani asked, getting scared.

He retreated, intending to go out on the porch and yell for someone.

“You are filled with envy!” The man said, limping over to nearby Stefani. “When you have things that people who make you jealous don't have too!”

“You mean, Miss Daisy?

“Only you know who doesn't make you unhappy?”

Stefani grunting. What does Stefani have and Daisy doesn't? Didn't the old man who gave him the small bottle yesterday just talk. He doesn't know what Daisy's life is like. They met yesterday.

“I should be polite to older people, but you're too pretentious about how I feel. I don't have anything of that value to not be interested in the lives of others.”

“You really don't seem to know what you have.” The old man shook his head. “In addition to drinking on the person you want, I hope you also drink half. Hope you have no regrets with what you have chosen.”

There was a bit of fear approaching Stefani's heart. However, given that the changes would be in his body, he would not feel that way at all. He has the right to say good things.

Stefani smiles. “Receive ...”

He looked left and right, but the old man who had given him the liquid in the small bottle was gone. Where is the old man? Stefani was still standing at the door and would not be able to miss the person who came out of her house.

“So have you considered the mistakes you made Stefani?”

Stefani closed her eyes, driving away the turmoil about how the old man had gone. He turned around and found his father, with a tray. Surprisingly the tray contains food, drinks and cakes.

“I did nothing wrong!” Stefani said what he felt was right again. Raising his chin as a form of determination.

His father sighed, entered, passed Stefani, and placed the tray that was carried on the guest table of the pavilion. “Daddy don't understand why you are like this?”

Stefani was very astonished, since when did her father care about her. Hasn't everyone kept quiet all this time, acting as if he wasn't there together. Why are you being so attentive today?

“You should thank this family for letting us stay here.”

Ah, about gratitude again. Didn't his father realize that the Agra family only made superior human resources to use. It's like investing. Therefore, all children of the servant family were schooled, given freedom of choice.

“Dad doesn't know!”

“Dad knows. You are misunderstanding!” rich dad cut off Stefani's conversation.

Stefani grasped the handle of the spoon used to taste the liquid in a small magenta-colored bottle earlier. Eight pain due to pressure. No, don't argue! He warned himself. Then he took a breath and left.