Soul Change
Let's Make it Better (2)
Aida turned to Ibnu who just passed by. Where are all the sweet habits that the man who married her after his first wife died. What is wrong? Aida was just telling the truth about the breakfast she knew.
Aida couldn't let this happen at all. So he quickly pursued Ibn's hasty footsteps to go outside the house.
“Mas! Mas Ibnu!” call Aida.
But Ibnu did not stop. Not even looking. Aida felt punished for something that was not done at all. He sure did nothing wrong.
So, he only looked at Ibnu who stepped hastily down the stairs. He remained there until the car Ibn used to get away and out of the gate.
Shortly after that, Daisy also came out. His pace was as fast as Ibn's. Suddenly Aida got a hunch that Daisy was the cause of Ibn's attitude changed. The girl must have said something to her husband to ignore Aida like this.
“Where to hurry, Daisy?” ask Aida kindly.
Daisy stopped, turned her head quickly and looked displeased to see Aida. What's wrong with people who have Aghra blood? Aida would not think that.
“I want to see Mas Dika! What's up, Ma?” ask Daisy kindly.
Aida forgot where she is now. They're outside the door. And outside the exit door they should look perfect.
“You said something to your papa, right?” accuse Aida of speed.
He tried to keep a formal smile on his face. He wanted to jump and pull Daisy's hair from her scalp.
“Telling me what Mama means? Because there are so many things I need to talk to Papa about. First the budget is still cut, second about Mama who goes like her jewelry store runs, third-.” Daisy kept quiet for a while, gathering things that could be called secrets of course. “Ah, I remember, the third about the tattooed man who walked with Mama in front of the market.
Aida's face turned red instantly. He really hates children. Children like Daisy make the patience of all parents thin. Like Tarco, we don't die just because we don't have children.
“Whatever! You will have the advantage of telling just one!”
Daisy looked very disappointed. “Sweetie, I didn't get to say any of the three things you were worried about! I was too busy doing so many things that I could not think of such an obscure thing!” Daisy fixed the location of her bag as she spoke. “Sorry, Ma, I have to go now!”
Aida is eager to jump and pull hair from Daisy's scalp. Really wanted to.
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Should Daisy stay in the apartment? That way he doesn't have to meet Aida and most importantly Papa. His logicality and sanity are always tested whenever the two people try to get along with him.
He wanted to yell at the two people to behave like themselves and not try to be someone else constantly because they don't fit in.
“This gives me a headache!” lamented Daisy while banging her head into the steering wheel of the car.
The car that Daisy was driving stopped at a red light. The morning streets of the capital were very crowded and torturous. Daisy is in no hurry.
He turned into an elite residential area half an hour later. The gatekeeper like the one in front of his gate raised his hat to pay his respects to Daisy as he clawed to inform her of her arrival.
Daisy smiled to answer the question asked by the gatekeeper and thanked him for being welcome in.
Breakfast at the Mahardika family home has not yet begun. The hostess is in front, picking some fresh flower stalks to put in a vase. Other family members appeared to be preparing inside.
As soon as Daisy gets out of her car, the woman rushes over to her and hugs Daisy warmly.
“Daisy! How are you doing? You came at the right time! Breakfast here, huh?” pinta the woman who was about to pick the fresh flowers.
“Good, Aunt. I happen to not have breakfast!” daisy said kindly.
The woman who was about to pick a flower held Daisy's fingers and swung them as she walked like a child. He takes Daisy to the dining room immediately, placing Daisy on the right-hand seat next to his son.
The woman who was about to pick the flower, who was his mother Mahardika sent a servant to inform Daisy's arrival to the son. As the waiter leaves, the woman asks Daisy to eat a fruit salad that is considered too sweet and drink milk. The solution is almost there with the slogan milk on television.
“Daisy?!”
Daisy turned her head when she heard Mahardika's voice. Daisy's fiance's breathing was quick and tight. It seems that upon hearing from the maid that Daisy was here, Mahardika ran like a madman.
“Hai, Mas!” greet Daisy cheerfully. His eyes glanced with fear at the pancakes that seemed too sweet to eat.
However, Mahardika even pretended not to know. He sat in Daisy's chair and took the kind of breakfast he wanted.
So Daisy had to open her mouth wide to receive a large mouthful of pancakes that taste as sweet as other types of breakfast.
“Not usually you come to my house? What's up?” mahardika asked after sipping bread along with milk. “What does this have to do with your papa again?” At the last question, Mahardika whispered. As much as possible to make you not to listen.
After refusing her next meal, Daisy nodded to Mahardika. This means that the problem faced now is still from the same person.
“I don't know what Papa wants. This morning she came to my room only to ask if I was going to have breakfast downstairs or not? Doesn't that make Mas Dika a wonder?”
Mahardika turned her eyes in disbelief. So instead of just asking how Daisy was doing, this time she also tried to pay attention to eating a daughter who was almost eight years neglected.
“Mas, what the hell is a married woman looking for in the market?” Daisy remembers her meeting with Aida.
“Markets?” Mahardka seemed to be trying to find the most logical answer. “Maybe shopping needs poko at home. Sometimes mommy does it too!”
Daisy scolds for a bit, ignoring the food that comes next. He did not remember there was a bag of groceries in Aida's hand. He also did not see her queuing in front of Aida's car. If Aida is shopping then there will be many people who claim to find it.
“If you don't open your mouth now, then Mami will be angry!” Mahardika remembered and forced Daisy to open her mouth wide.
“Who is this? Daisy?” ask papi Mahardika coldly.