Soul Change

Soul Change
Who's Undermined? (1)


Daisy laughed at the funny question. How could he want to get close to Azzam if he was determined to marry whom someday. Although he is now Stefani, Daisy cannot imagine being near Azzam while Mahardika will see him. For the record, Mahardika knows that she and the real Stefani are switched.


“Why are you laughing! You think this is funny?” The girl holding him screamed loudly and pushed Daisy's body down.


Daisy didn't waste the opportunity at all. He stood up after falling. Some parts of his clothes were dirty now and he patted them while still talking. “I've told you that I have absolutely no intention of approaching Azzam. I just happened to rent a house near Azzam's house. As someone who knows each other we will certainly exchange greetings! So where is it called error?” ask Daisy.


“As people say you are less sane huh? You declare love to the man who is your father's employer's fiancee. Then still shameless by approaching Azzam. How could that happen?”


Daisy so shakes her head. If Daisy and Stefani are in one department, that information will surely spread quickly. However, that was not the case because they were different majors. Children majoring in Economics rarely play in the language department building.


“Who told you?” Daisy immediately asked. Therefore the information that should not be known by children majoring in languages that even different levels with Stefani. Azzam who got an invitation from Stefani did not come to the birthday party.


Daisy also finds the invitation to Stefani in this girl's room in the pavilion, only one less. Stefani invited Azzam.


The question seemed to have slapped the three people quickly. They moved backwards simultaneously and looked at each other for help. But they were too shocked to think clearly.


“A-pa you said! No one told us!” yell at one of the three of them in a loud voice.


“You lied! I never invited any of the kids in my class to a mistress's birthday party. So, no one knows the matter here. How did you mention it!” Daisy reminded the three people first. His panicked face became increasingly. “Tell me, who told you? Then who told you this problem!”


“Nothing! Why are you so chatty! No one told us!” the three girls shouted at Daisy.


Then one of them pushes Daisy down. Daisy's back hit hard on a pebble in the street. He grimaced, but did not cry. While trying to stand up, the girls had already fled as fast as they could.


Daisy believes they were told to do something bad to her.


“Stefani! Jeez ... what happened to you!”


Daisy sat down, rested for a while. He looked at Andien who was walking with quick steps coming at him. Fortunately Andien came after the three bullies left. He couldn't imagine anything bad happening to Andien either.


“What is this done by Isla, Fatia, and Gusri?” ask Andien. He crouches on the ground to check on Daisy's wounds.


“That's their name?” ask Daisy.  “Do they know children from economics majors?’ ask Daisy.


Andien thought for a while and then stroked slowly. “They are different semesters with us. So, I have absolutely no idea if they know a kid from another major!”


Daisy is somewhat disappointed that she did not get any additional information other than the names of the three people. But, it was still better because he knew who he was facing right now. The girls who threatened him were just messengers.


“Thank you for telling me their name.” Daisy tried to stand up, but fell back down. He was able to stand up confidently. Now that all the tension had disappeared, he became weak again. His feet were like jelly so he could not stand up straight.


The girl then pulls Daisy to her feet and then breaks her up as she walks.


***


“Can you pick up your sister? He must not have paved his way back to our new rented house!”


Maulana was delighted with the request. He had long wanted to know how Stefani was on campus. How many girl friends is that? Or where the girl gathers with her friends before going home. He whistled a little at lunchtime for getting permission to get out of Mahardika.


“You look so happy, huh? Where to this time?” mahardika asked with her curious pretentious face.


“Do not interfere! You have enough problems of your own, right? I don't want to add to your problems right now by meeting my sister!”


The expression on Mahardika's face changed. He dropped his back dramatically onto the chair. Not long after that, he got into his chin. “How do you know that I'm in trouble?”


“Well, I found some of your papal trust workers starting to break into the director's office by reason of files and other questions! Weird, right? They must have been contacted to keep an eye on the wayward child for making his fiancee disappointed!” Maulana managed to finish a file again. Today that is checked less than before.


“Ah .. I'm like a parole-free criminal! How did Papi do this!”


“I've warned you!” the word Maulana immediately snatched Mahardika's complaint.


“Are you guys okay? If the house you're contracted to is uncomfortable, I have one asset that can be used temporarily. I'll ask Papi for permission to lend it to you temporarily!” Mahardika.


“As long as you don't show up and interrupt, it seems we'll be fine. With a heavy heart, I will reject your offer, Boss. You know that you'll really be under house arrest after doing that!” Maulana laughed as she said it and Mahardika could not deny that.


Mahardika took a breath and looked up at the ceiling of the office. “It's sad, right?”


“Only for you, Boss!” maulana said back.


“I went to the house of the smart man we once went to together. He gave me some of the same information I wanted. But the way he tells the truth is exactly like you. I'm not upset with you, but upset when that person feels similar to you!”


Maulana looked at Mahardika. “Gosh, you're really very stressed apparently getting back to that smart guy's place!”


“You how else! I want to help but can't do anything!” Mahardika looked at Maulana. “She said: You better help yourself!”


Maulana laughs at Mahardika. “Good he said that. She is indeed as smart as it sounds!” maulana Ejek.