Soul Change
Find What's Different (2)

“Again, Stefani!”

Daisy raised her head slightly and found Azzam standing up while grinning in front of the fence. “Again!” he said without enthusiasm and then returned to lower his gaze.

It hasn't been a few hours an hour that a mysterious grandfather who isn't even known appeared from nowhere and then disappeared somewhere Daisy saw. His head is a little dizzy. He was not too careful around because of it. And it is not only Maulana who is worried about her condition now. The new Azzam greeted so a little curious, a little worried as well.

“Daisy, are you having trouble sleeping?’ ask Azzam.

Somehow Maulana was already beside Daisy, with work clothes and also a bag containing some of her work aids. He did not bring his laptop home because of the hassle. Just like bringing Mahardika home.

“Why should I have trouble sleeping? My bed is comfortable,” replied Daisy.

Azzam pushes his bike with his feet, adjusting Daisy's speed. “Then, why is your face so? Murdery, many thoughts? Any unfinished tasks?”

Daisy stops looking at Maulana who can't catch up to Daisy, as she has to wait for Handoko to be escorted to the Aghra family home to work. His gaze was sharp, as if a sword that wanted to injure Azzam. Fortunately, Azzam is paying too much attention to Daisy right now - perhaps Stefani's face is in everyone's eyes.

Daisy stopped her steps. “What do you think is different from me, Azzam?”

“Ah?” Azzam gaped at the question asked of him.

He turned his head towards Maulana and Handoko who were going to go in the same direction as them. Do you want to ask? So thought Daisy until Maulana just passed them.

“Ti-nothing different from you!” azzam replied slightly stuttering, seemingly unsure of his own answer.

“You doubt! I really want to know!” runggut Daisy's.

His head ached, the question the grandfather asked was ringing again in his ear. However, Daisy does not know the answer and where she can ask. What was different then?

“Where are you going! The campus is not there!” exclaim Azzam out loud. He turns on his starter motor and chases Daisy. He stopped next to the same girl again. “I'll show you where to walk here! You will get lost if you don't pay attention!” Azzam said with confidence.

But Daisy did not believe that. He received a helmet and rode in the back seat of the Azzam motorcycle.

Azzam drove slowly, saying what kind of shuttles passed in front of the alley and showed me where to stop before connecting with the campus vehicle that turned out to pass in front there. “But, I'd rather you come with me. After all, we're in line!”

“Do not mode!” reply Daisy soon.

He remembered with his desire to avoid Azzam for a while. There are still unfinished problems on campus. Things to investigate so that if he moved into his body back, the real Stefani would have no trouble. The most important thing is to look for the differences in what caused it to move the body almost a week ago.

***

Azzam wondered what Stefani was thinking. The girl was pondering almost not knowing that she was in front. Hence Azzam shouted and got a sharp glare from Maulana who came out behind Stefani.

The girl did not reply even though Azzam's mouth was tired of talking. It doesn't matter that Stefani wants to go with him. He chuckled as Stefani refocused as he asked if Stefani would go home with him.

“Don't be too much dumbass!” He braved Stefani's head.

“It wasn't that Azzam's sister Stefani? Where is he?” Andien, the girl who has been seen with Stefani lately greeted Azzam while parking in a special place for motorcycles.

“Ah, she's down in front. Why?” azzam asked in curiosity.

“Nothing, just a wonder. Why are they down ahead. You guys are already dating, it doesn't matter if you announce a relationship.”

Azzam laughing. If only it were so true. But Stefani has firmly given distance. “Well, if it's so good. But, we're not dating. Not friends but friendly. Just make friends, like everyone else.”

“Why? Stefani doesn't like Sister?”

Azzam did not understand why the relationship became interesting to others. He does not need to understand what else is pitied. After all, treating them doesn't make him get close to Stefani all of a sudden. Nor does it make the girl open her heart.

“Do not know! He said he wanted to be friends!”

“Sweetest one!” andien said slowly.

Again Azzam did not understand. What do you mean by pity. However, he chose not to care at this moment. Nothing will change if he asks or gets an answer from his lack of understanding.

“Ah, the Stefani!” Andien exclaims.

Azzam turned his head for a while, but there was no Stefani like Andien had called there. As he turned back to Andien to voice his dislike of the joke, Andien was in a wounded expression just not knowing what it was.

“I'm sorry, Brother!” cut the girl to Azzam while running up the stairs to the lobby. They can walk side by side, in the same direction.

***

Last night, Mahardika was called Papi again. The man who raised Mahardika asked what had been done to apologize to Daisy.

Mahardika could only keep quiet, because she did not apologize to the girl. Instead he said he brought Daisy to eat yesterday, and drove her home. “At first we ate together!” the Maharrdika at the end.

After that Papi's smile grew, satisfied because he had heard a development. “Good! Must be so .. because you will be husband and wife. Must respect each other, forgive, and understand.”

Inside his head Mahardika shouted that it was not Daisy. All of his chatter made Mahardika sleep unsettled. He had a bad dream, falling into a bottomless pit. Even though he was screaming, no one helped him.

Mbak Gothic: Sir said you could come today.

The message carried a glimmer of light in Mahardika's life for a moment. Apparently he can still try to return his fiancee to her original place. His faded spirit due to yesterday's day must meet with Stefani and the accompanying nightmare disappears. A dew tub that is hot in the sun.

Jenny: I will go there. Can this morning?

Mahardika noticed the clock located at the top right of her phone screen. Five o'clock in the morning. He can still rush to run a routine and stop at the house of a smart person whose assistant is dressed in gothic.

Mbak Gothic: Please. Master is waiting for you.