
“I'm surprised because suddenly Miss is behind us. Why does Miss suddenly feel weird, huh?” ask one of Handoko's coworkers.
Neither Handoko nor the other workers could answer. Rich people are like that, only that comes to their heads. They then continued to eat lunch again. It wasn't long before Daisy came back, making it all stop again. In his hand was a city filled with something, the smell of fragrant fried chicken.
“There is this in the kitchen, why not bring it?” ask Daisy suddenly.
The workers looked at each other. “Because usually the inner and outer worker distinguished his food, Miss. We have no problem with this!’ answer one of the workers represents.
Handoko felt that Daisy glanced at him for some reason. But, her feelings became a little awkward and tense. It felt like Stefani, her own daughter. But that's barely true. Daisy and Stefani are very different.
“I'll tell the kitchen from tomorrow. If they still separate the types of food for you, report to me!” daisy said firmly. “Pak Handoko, at home no one cooks, right? Later stop to the kitchen to pick up some kind of menu to take home!”
Handoko surprised. “Nona, no need. Usually Maulana will buy groceries or side dishes so when coming home from work.”
“Then what about Stefani? You haven't moved yet, sir, just consider this as my apology to you. It's because of my selfishness!” said Daisy.
Handoko looked at Daisy for quite a while, wondering how could someone who was the same age as her daughter be this wise. It feels like her family life would have been different had Daisy been her daughter.
“Thank you, Miss!” handoko said, not hiding her excitement.
“Sama-sama.”
***
Maulana's expression said that she had just discovered a strange new kind of life. Or so Mahardika thought when the man who was a subordinate at the same time as his friend entered by turning his head left and right.
“What's the problem now?”
“You won't be mad at me, will you?” ask Maulana.
Actually there are so many things that make Mahardika frustrated these days, one of them is Maulana who does not know anything and boasts of her fiance who is in the body of Stefani. But now Daisy has returned to her place. There is nothing more calming than that.
“Good! You are very sensitive when it comes to your fiancee!” Maulana. Not only did he say it, but the man's face also looked extremely grateful.
“Do you want to say that you are in love with Stefani? I won't spare you for that!” Mahardika grasped the pen she used to sign the files tightly as if to break it.
“I'm still sane thank you!” Maulana glared and groaned after that. “You made Miss Daisy just another sister in childhood, always be like that, okay?” he explained to Mahardika so that the man did not misunderstand.
“Jadi ... what do you want to say about Daisy?” mahardika asked with a tone of voice that contained no more anger.
“I was like talking to Stefani when she was with him. I'm sorry .. since the weirdness at her birthday party. They were like exchanging and exchanging again. I don't want you to misunderstand me, but the strange feeling that Miss Daisy like my sister is getting stronger.”
Mahardika clenched her lips tightly. It almost slid out of his mouth that Daisy and Stefani were swapped like Maulana's suspicions. However, he remembers his promise to Daisy. He also did not want to be called crazy by friends during this lecture.
“Just how you feel, Maulana! How could such a thing happen!”
Maulana looked lethargic. Like something had sucked all the freshness on his face once in the morning. It was as if bad things had dominated the man's mind since morning. “You're right! I just ... disappointed with my sister alone, so think of making others as her.”
“Did Stefani do something again?”
Maulana looked at Mahardika. “Every time I think our relationship is improving, Stefani returns to the point where she is so fed up with me and dad. Do you know what he said to my dad this morning?” ask Maulana.
“What?” ask Mahardika. He had a hunch that Stefani's words were not a good thing to hear in the morning. He should not have asked.
“He regrets being born. He denied our existence to the fullest! How else would I explain to him whatever I had thrown in anger as a child not because I hated Stefani. I was just ... a kid.”
Mahardika does not know who to support. On the one hand, he realizes Maulana's mistake is still unstable and must take care of his sister. Losing a mother in childhood is certainly not an experience that someone wants to try. Others, Stefani like someone who does not even understand what happens even though he is an adult.
“Everything will change, Maulana. Didn't that happen before?”
“You're right!” said Maulana while taking a slow breath.