Soul Change
Smart Guy?

The house they both went to - Mahardika and Maulana - was located in the suburbs. Large semi-permanent house, looks slick with all the old furniture made of teak wood. The scent of jasmine and rose instantly smelled as Mahardika and Maulana entered the courtyard. In front of the seemingly newly painted iron fence a few months ago, there was a notice: Parking Car Outside.

“You are Mr Mahardika who called earlier?”

Out of nowhere the woman appeared, suddenly already in the doorway of the house. Using gothic clothes all black, as well as the dye of his lips.

“I'm Mahardika who called earlier!” Mahardika took a step forward, leaving Maulana behind her.

Maulana pulls Mahardika back. Mahardika turned to him, the gaze of Stefani's brother looked alert.

“What?” mahardika asked in a whisper.

“Let's just go back. Why are you even involved with something strange like this. Gosh, do I have to protect you in this way too?” maulana asked looking frustrated.

Mahardika placed her hand on Maulana's shoulder. Believe it or not there has been a bad event happening and inevitably Mahardika must help Daisy to solve it. He can't keep seeing the bad things Stefani did with Daisy's body.

“Alright ... alright! I'll come inside too! If this gets any stranger, I'll stop!”

Mahardika smiles. “Thank you! I can always count on you!”

The girl remained standing at the entrance until the two approached. After that he walked with small steps ahead of Mahardika and also Maulana.

“Master is already waiting for you inside! He's glad you're in contact. Said he's been waiting for you to come since a week ago!” said the woman who greeted with the goic clothes.

Mahardika did not understand. Why an unknown person awaits him. Obviously if it wasn't for Daisy having trouble, Mahardika wouldn't have tried to figure out this smart guy. Especially if he doesn't know what Daisy is really going through.

They were both in between to a deeper room. The door is made of teak wood. There is a candle that smells coming from somewhere. Some of the longest strange-looking dolls in the closet are at the entrance. Also large jars that look dull all the way.

Miraculously, the girl in the gothic outfit was so easy to push the big, heavy door open. Mahardika to think that the door is actually not as heavy as it looks. Otherwise how could it be so easy to float open.

Unbeknownst to the girl, Mahardika tries to pull the doorknob. He was amazed at the great power that the gothic-clothed girl possessed. The room in the house seemed old and dusty, as Mahardika was pushed into another world that was not liked.

The girl dressed in gothic clothes did not look back at all, how stunned the people who were brought.

“Come in here and sit down, I'll call Master!”

Maulana. Mahardika turned to her friend. The man who is Stefani's older brother is trying hard to hold back the laughter so as not to hurt someone.

However, the girl in gothic clothes did not care at all. He let Mahardika and Maulana pass through the doorway, not even turning his head. Then it just passed by with the door open wide.

“What you did was completely disrespectful, Maulana!” Mahardika drew closer to Maulana.

The man who was still holding back this laughter fluttered his hands, asking for time to be able to turn around before turning his head with certainty towards Mahardika again. The fatigue on Maulana's face reduced a lot when staring at Mahardika. He seemed to be amused by the place they had come.

“It's a joke, Mahardika!” Maulana blatantly said.

Mahardika glanced at the doorway, making sure that the smart people she met were not there and then drove them away. “No, we need this?”

Maulana's head went to the left and right to hear it. He was obviously not sure if he needed the help of a kind of human who believes when things are beyond logic. Maulana may strongly believe in the existence of God, that is all, nothing more and nothing less.

Mahardika cannot explain it now. But, sooner or later like her thing Maulana will know what really happened and may just thank you for being brought here.”

“You will know later!” answer Mahardika.

Maulana opened her mouth again, making her mouth to speak, but the door was knocked on by someone and in unison both turned to the origin of the sound. A man about ten years old was standing in the doorway with the gothic girl behind him.

The two then stood without warning as the man called Master by the gothic girl walked inside. He sat in a single chair with long arms that strangely seemed to fit.

“It looks like you guys have severe confusion!”

“No!” answer Maulana.

“Slightly and I hope to get an answer!” Mahardika.

“Answers can only if we know the origin of the problem! Aren't you trying to figure out at the base what the problem is?”

Mahardika did not know if what this gothic girl master was talking about was the same thing that was meant.

“She said love me!”

Drr!

The sound of friction between the chair and the floor rang out beside Mahardika. He knew Maulana was aware of who was being talked about. Mahardika did not want to look to the side for fear that she would be surprised by the expression of her friend and assistant. An expression of disappointment and despair that was not expected at all.

“It's just one of them! There are so many things that cause problems for the girl you love and the one who loves you. So much to form a tangled thread that is difficult to decompose. Difficult, not impossible.”

“So what should I do?” ask Mahardika.

Truly, this time he was sure to have become a fool out of love. Suddenly his heart said: I can do anything for Daisy.

“No!”

Mahardika was surprised to hear that. To the point that he stood up and glared at the master of the gothic girl. “What does it mean with nothing. I-I really want to help her! I can even go to find the antidote if this is poison.”

“He must be very happy to know that you can do anything for him. The thing is, it's not poison. There was so much interference from something good in it. She-the girl you love, as well as the one who loves you will not get hurt because of this.”

Mahardika clenched her hand in anger. He wants to help Daisy any way. Therefore he will find another way if the master of the gothic girl does not want to do something.

“Then I came to the wrong place!” Mahardika. “You don't have to drive me. I know where the exit is!”

Maulana who was sitting next to him stood up and followed Mahardika from behind. The minds of both of them were full of prejudices. The other was shocked and had many questions. Others think of other ways to help their loved ones.

“Meet your loved one, Mr Mahardika, and ask him if he heard the voice of the most beloved before all this happened?”

Mahardika stopped and looked back, but the door of the gothic master's house was closed.