Soul Change
Stefani and her Amukan

Stefani smiles. He had a wonderful dream last night and it felt like things suddenly got better every time he opened his eyes. Ignore all the problems that come suddenly into his hard-earned life.

What do stars look like today? Stefani peeked impatiently into the ceiling of the room occupied the day after her birthday.

However, the ceiling he saw was not the same as the one he saw yesterday. There was no ceiling decorated with star lights on the ceiling. The bed is not like the one before it.

Stefani knows this bed. It is in his room in the pavilion, still not replaced even though it is old because he is still strong. He quickly sat on his bed, looking around in panic. He wonders what happened last night so that he can return to his room in the pavilion, to his body, to the destiny he seeks to change.

“Stefani!”

The door was knocked from the outside, the voice of his father calling out softly and quietly.

Stefani becomes anxious to curse, suddenly everyone suddenly good to him. When did his father do something like this? Where ever such a soft voice had sounded in his ears.

“Stefani! Are you awake?” ask Stefani. The door was knocked again.

Every knock on the door made his heart grow hotter. He galloped down from the bed, pulling the doorknob open. Her father's smile made Stefani hurt.

Without answering, he moved forward. Stefani has to go check for herself how the big house is. Although he knew that Daisy had actually returned to his body. Still, what if Stefani was just dreaming. Therefore he has to prove himself with all the senses he has.

“Stefani where are you going?” ask his father because Stefani did not say and just walked roaring. “Stefani!” His father chased Stefani, blocking his wrist stopping the girl.

“What the hell, Well, don't bother, deh!” stefani shouted while shaking his father's hand.

At first glance Stefani could see the old man was shocked, but did nothing more. He remained standing in his place until Stefani disappeared into the mansion.

Some of the servants turned to Stefani as he entered the house. They raised their heads, slightly interested before then lowered their heads and got busy with their own activities again. They don't seem to care what Stefani does.

There was no one in the second-floor hallway, it seemed like the servants were now downstairs, preparing for breakfast and helping to clean up the room their masters would use.

Faintly Stefani heard Daisy was chatting with someone, it felt so familiar and intense. His jaw was clenched, and he loudly tried to push open the door when two servants came and held Stefani's hands together.

“What are you doing! Let go of me!” shouted Stefani.

His screams caught Daisy's attention. From inside the perfectly born girl exclaimed to let Stefani. The more burned Stefani's chest feels. He closed his eyes and went inside, trying to find out what was happening to him was a dream. Unfortunately, though, Daisy shining in there is too real for Stefani.

***

“Who is food made in the tray?” Ibn stopped a servant who was carrying a tray to the second floor.

His wife had been at the dinner table, waiting for Ibnu and his daughter Daisy. Ibn had just arrived in the middle room, and was astonished by the innate servants.

The waiter stopped, turned his head and replied, “Make Miss Daisy, sir, she asked to bring breakfast up there!” said the waiter.

After answering, he nodded and then walked to the stairs. Ibn looked at the servant who brought breakfast to his daughter in amazement. “Not three days has Daisy joined eating under?”

He didn't think much of it and went to the dining room where his wife was. The woman immediately smiled as she found Ibnu coming in. Waving and putting all the cutlery in place.

Ibn looked at his wife who was full of vigor. A little bit of pity because of that spirit. “The waiter brought the food upstairs. So, chances are he had breakfast in his room,” Ibnu said.

Aida shakes her head. Her beautiful face looked confused. “It's not like he's had two days of breakfast and dinner with us? How, can today she lock herself up again?” ask Aida.

Ibn smiled, looking at his wife meaningfully. “It's okay. Here even makes the atmosphere uncomfortable,” he said.

Aida suddenly became sullen, she then dropped herself dramatically on a chair and on her chin. It seems to express his dislike for the words of Ibn just now.

“Alright, if he comes down later, I'll ask why he started eating on top again,” Ibnu's promise.

Aida seemed to be smiling. Then the woman who was made a second wife by Ibn began to ask what breakfast her husband wanted.

They had just eaten when the voice of a girl shouted. Ibn stood up immediately because he recognized the voice of the girl.

“Wait here!” tell Ibnu to Aida.

“Not that Stefani? Did he make a fuss with Daisy again?” tanya Aida sounded always excited compared to before.

Ibn turned to him and saw how interested his wife was. It seems that the fact that Aida might be able to do good to Daisy with this incident must make the relationship between mother and stepson better.

“It looks like so!” ibnu.

Aida galloped beside Ibnu, ignoring the man's request earlier. Stefani under the stairs tries to break free, for what reason. It was severe, seemingly uncontrollable. More like Daisy last night. The same mood, the same tone of voice, the same expression.

“What is this?” ask Ibnu.

Stefani's outcry stopped, as did his movement to break free. But, the two maids who were holding him did not stop holding Stefani at all. It's possible that if it comes off, Stefani will do something evil.

“Im sorry for this commotion, Sir. Stefani was trying to get into Miss Daisy's room, so we drove her out!!” said a passer who held Stefani.

“Your father last night bowed down so I could believe that you did not mess up at all, but you are like this? Oh, my God, I don't know what to believe! Stefani, whatever your reasons, what you did has gone too far!”

Stefani looked a little pale, but was not frightened at all. Things that seem strange after all the carelessness made this servant girl. Because Stefani did not work for him, so Ibn could not fire him or expel him. He also did not want to be arbitrary by expelling one family. The problem is only this one girl.

Aida suddenly swerved in front of Stefani. He slapped a slap into the girl's cheek.

THE PLAQUE!

The sound of Aidan's slap blared in the room.

Stefani was fixated, as were the two maids holding her. In fact, Ibnu did not expect the choice Aida took. The woman was too gentle to hurt anyone else.

“Didn't Mr Handoko have seen how wild the son of the Father?”

Ibnu was not even aware of Handoko's existence. When he turned, the old man who had served 25 years with him was standing at the door, with his eldest son Maulana.