Soul Change
Daisy in Stefani's Body

“Not you go to Miss Daisy?” Maulana asked as she saw Mahardika walk into her office. He had a guess at what time it was and it was only an hour and a half since Mahardika told him to come in during the day because he had to see Daisy at his house.

“Do not talk much!” Mahardika glared at Maulana and dropped herself on a swivel chair in front of her desk.

He rubbed his head with his index finger and thumb. For a few minutes he pressed on the same point continuously. Only the pain felt does not decrease. But he was determined not to think about what was bothering him at Daisy's house.

“There's a problem, Boss?”

Maulana's voice sounded even more annoying, disturbing as well. So Mahardika just snorted annoyedly, turning her face away. Once more. He did not want to talk about it, thinking about it as well.

“Give all the files you already have. I'll check it out!” mahardika on Maulana.

Maulana's eyebrows shot up, a little mocking, but she came out of Dika's room and took the file her boss wanted. About the problems faced by Dika, he can find out later from his father, also Stefani, the younger brother.

He remained in the Mahardika workspace, waiting for some grumbling about the submitted files. Or some modifying command. But none of this was done by Mahardika.

The man, his boss, did open the file, but seemed indifferent to the contents of the file being viewed.

“So, did my sister do anything else?” ask Maulana.

Mahardika raised her head slightly, snorted, and turned her face away. He was actually acting like a child knitting, distracted by Maulana's question.

Clearly Maulana laughed at Mahardika's ridiculous attitude. He almost laughed when he heard the story about his sister Stefani who expressed love for Mahardika on Daisy's birthday. Well, it's Stefani's birthday, too. So it is natural that the 20-year-old girl becomes selfish.

“He did nothing!” exciting Mahardika.

Now he realizes that he was impressed to defend Stefani. He reminded himself of the innocent principles he thought. Then, it's true that Stefani didn't commit a crime on Daisy. There was nothing wrong with the drink Stefani had made that day other than its strange color.

“So, is this because of Daisy?”

Mahardika thought there was no need to answer Maulana's question. Obviously Maulana's curiosity in his personal affairs was not helpful at all. Maybe if this is the case Stefani Mahardika will understand like the night of the birthday party yesterday.

“Because no answer seems to be true!” Maulana kept talking. “My sister was also a little weird this morning.

The deg!

Suddenly Mahardika wanted to know. Maulana rarely talks about her sister at work. If he hadn't asked for Maulana's family card yesterday for tax protection, he wouldn't have known Stefani was his secretary's sister.

“White why?” Mahardika wants to know. No matter how strange his feeling of wanting suddenly appeared just like that.

“He apologized many times and cried.”

“What's weird about that?” mahardika said a little disappointed.

Indeed, what is expected, suddenly Stefani can change like a hero in a television drama from abroad that was ever watched when he was a child?

“I never discussed what my sister was like, huh?” Maulana shakes her head. “He won't cry even if he makes a mistake. Then he hated me and Dad.”

Although Mahardika was eager to deny, but his own brain allowed the figure of Stefani like that. There was no regret in the girl's actions. He made a mistake by expressing his love to her. It was as if what the girl was doing had naturally happened. Like breathing.

“Bos doesn't deny it, it means feeling what I'm feeling right? That's how my sister is. He won't cry because it means admitting wrong. He hates us.” Maulana conveyed the information she had said at the beginning. “But this morning she cried and apologized. He looked really depressed and needed help. He was like the brother I wanted. She's like a weak little creature I want to protect.”

However, he only found an older brother who was happy at the end of the day that the younger brother depended on him.

“What's up, Boss?” maulana asked because Mahardika looked at her almost unblinkingly.

“Nothing! Just your feelings!” mahardika said back to concentration with the file that was removed.

Maulana shakes her head, tries to figure it out with her ability, then shrugs her shoulders as if she doesn't care about anything.

***

Daisy breaks down on Stefani's bed, feeling tired, but unable to close her eyes properly. He had been wandering around the park all day, on the grounds of helping Stefani's father, but was unable to meet her body at all.

“Am I still unconscious from fainting last night?” daisy muttered unsettled.

However, if that were the case, Daisy would definitely see a lot of people coming in and out of the house. The servants including Stefani's father would also panic as one of their employers was having trouble. The calmness he had seen from morning until now was strange. So he must have woken up. It was just who was inside his body. Then, Daisy almost forgot about Stefani's soul.

“Gosh ... I should be aware whose body I am possessing!” he said he was upset by the slow voice.

He rolled over and ended up in a sideways position. However, Daisy thinks she has found no logical answer to what happened to her. Maybe if this was a fantasy-themed novel, Daisy wouldn't care. He would only shout excitedly because the one experiencing soul exchange was the main character. But, in reality, he himself experienced.

“Only because of fainting, can I move to another body? It makes sense!” furious Daisy.

Daisy closed her mouth quickly when she heard the sound of hinges screaming. Fortunately the voice did not stop in front of the room door, but continued to accelerate to the back. Maybe it was Stefani's father or the older brother who went to the kitchen.

Daisy then reminded herself of how unsafe the pavilliun to be a place to complain. Even if it could be better to be upset during the day, so there is no possibility to be heard by Stefani's family, or his neighbors.

“Aren't I kuiha tomorrow?”

Daisy suddenly gets excited again. He sat down quickly, rushed down from the bed and looked for anything that could be used tomorrow. Obviously, Daisy can't go to her own majors. It would be strange if he didn't even know what Stefani had learned.

While tearing up her bookshelf, Daisy discovers Stefani's phone. The liaison thing's dead. He plugs the end of the charger and returns the books. He read it at a glance and knew that Stefani hardly had the correct record.

“How exactly did he go to college?” mumbling Daisy astonished.

Even he did not miss the slightest explanation of the lecturer in front of the class. The notes are so neat, that classmates think Daisy hired someone to coordinate her notes.

Daisy finds a notebook that is very well compiled. It seems from this record Stefani learned a lot. Unfortunately, the book does not belong to Stefani. Name “Azzam” written in blue ink in front of book.

Daisy remembered the name of the man. Perhaps this man was the closest Stefani was on campus. If you want to be safe in Stefani's body, Daisy should stay close to this man named Azzam.

Azzam: Stefani .. I was looking for you at the party, but you weren't there? Are you all right?

Azzam: I'll be home now! I'll see you tomorrow!

Azzam: You are not coming in. Did something happen? Call me!

Azzam: Stefani, do I need to go to your house again? You're okay, right?

This man named Azzam seemed to be very worried, as evidenced by so many messages sent to Stefani. Surprisingly, Stefani's chat with Azzam was very little. Stefani obviously avoided this guy.