Tone of Nara
Chapter 14 Nada’s Project (Part 1)

Mahardika still continued to tightly grip Nara's hand, as if giving strength to Nara.  Noticing the gentle touch of the man in front of her, Nara closed her eyes again. He seemed to take a deep breath, like he wanted to regain his consciousness in the present, having been drawn into the time vortex, retreating backwards.  A terrible memory. But Nara felt something was wrong there.

“If I am Nada, then why don't I remember all the things about Nada, before Mahardika reminds me. I don't think Pradipta would treat me that way. If I were Nada, I would know if all this was July, not Pradipta who was kilaf,” a soft murmur almost inaudible apart from his mouth.

“Mahardika, if I really Nada, why don't I remember anything while watching the Makeover show, Tone, earlier? And I don't remember you either. Yes even though I remember Mahardika is my doctor,” said Nara still did not want to believe.

“Nara, you are Nada. Like I said earlier, these are all effects of the continuous use of anesthesia that we inevitably have to do for your surgery. And you know that no matter what happens, we can't stop halfway. A lot we bet here,” said Mahardika.

“If it hurts this much, if I hurt a lot of people then why do we still do?” ask Nara.

“You've wanted this since the beginning of Nara. You want to take revenge by turning into a beauty. And from the beginning we know that once we start this all, then there is no word back or canceled. Read this, “ said Mahardika handed over a book and a file in the leather map.

“What is this?” ask Nara.

“This is your diary. And this is our contract that you have agreed with the signature and thumbprint on the stamp,” Mahardika said as she again compressed her wound. Mahardika knew that Nara was already harmless. But the woman is still not fully recovered. The medicine he gave still took time, to give Nara full awareness.

“So I was Nada with martial ability who was able to take down Mahardika, even almost broke her hand. So that's one of the advantages of Tone. Beladiri who Nada learned from her father since

small, because they are often bullied. So I'm a martial artist and very strong,” Nada said to herself. He got off the couch and stood up, and moved, moving his legs and arms, forming movements of martial arts that he did not realize he could. Nara begins to believe Mahardika's words.

“Ya, so great, to make the person who has helped and cared for you is battered. Coupled with painful dislocation. Good thing is not severe and can be corrected immediately, And lucky again, it is me who mastered the technique,” Mahardika said in response to Nara's murmur.

Mahardika's response to the murmur she accidentally voiced was a little to make Nara's heart sting. Nara who began to realize who Mahardika was, became very unpleasant. A great guilt arose in him. He knows he's very wrong.  He had kicked this male vital device in front of him, slammed it, twisted his hand and even humiliated him by having to face the police.

“Sorry,” said Nara gently and smiled as sweetly as possible, picking up the book she had just put on the sofa.

“Sorry.sorry…! it's really good to apologize. If all is done only with forgiveness, there is no war in this world,” Mahardika said in a sewot tone.  Nara puts her book on the couch, approaching the man who

six months with him. He smiled spoiledly, shaking the man's burly hands while saying an apology repeatedly. His eyes were clear, twitching funny. Her cheeks were chuby and high adorable because she had been inflated several times. Seeing that, Mahardika could no longer hold back her anger any longer. Whenever Nara behaved like that, Mahardika was always helpless and devastated. One thing that is annoying for Mahardika, when facing Nara, his creation.

“Already, read all those contracts again. And remember always in that stupid brain of yours,” said Mahardika slightly pushing Nara, away from her.

“Yeyyy! So I'm forgiven huh?” nara said as she clapped her small hands. Mahardika inevitably smiled holding back laughter, seeing Nara's behavior. Sometimes Nara can be very mature and able to do all the housewives' work. But sometimes Nara is like a child who is carefree, cheerful as is. He just nodded while muttering.

“Oh yes Nara, you already know the consequences of your undiscipline to take medicine. So do not you ever repeat again,” said Mahardika while spending the tea in her cup.

“Yes Sir!” nara said as she placed her fingers on the eel, like a soldier paying homage to his superior. Mahardika smiled and random shuffled her hair, at the top of Nara's head.

“That's because you're having delusions. A false belief or reality that you have, which is completely different from reality. Your delusions came about because you felt that your husband had been taken by a famous artist. You liken yourself to him,” Bright Mahardika.

“Just from now on, you should not luypa take medicine. It's enough today that I'm battered, and my future is kicked like this. If I can't do that? If I can't have children, can you take responsibility?”  mahardika said while demeaning annoyed. Nara only looked at the man in front of her with guilt.

“Sorry,” says Nara slowly.

“You must promise, from now on, whatever happens, you must follow my words. No rejection, no defiance,” Mahardika said firmly. Nara stood up straight and nodded strongly.  After that, he immediately ran towards the kitchen. Opened a refrigerator, cut into pieces of fruit and pudding there in a plate. After that he made a pot of flower tea and honey. He brought the and the snack to the middle table where Mahardika was closing her eyes, leaning on the sofa.

“Can we talk about what we do next?” said Nara. He placed the tea that had been made into the empty cup of Mahardika. The man straightened his back observing the woman in front of him. Nara moves naturally as a woman serving her partner. Mahardika's heart suddenly warmed. There is a different taste served by Nara. Things he never got from the girl he loved. Even usually, he was the one who always served his girl.

“Bby,” says Mahardika while taking the fruit that Nara serves. “What you want to talk about.”

“At the moment I'm no longer Tone. Even if my mom or Sandra met me, they wouldn't recognize me. What say?” said Nara.

“You mean? You want me to give you an opinion about you? Of course I agree with what

you katakana. You are my creation,” said Mahardika.

“Ish, no. Although you changed me, but I am not your creation. I keep Nada,” Nara said with a frown. His cheeks bulged and his lips pursed. Very funny, making Mahardika unable to hold back her laughter.

“So what do you want to ask? What do I think?” Mahardika.

“You forgot the main purpose of Nada’s Project?” Nara.

“What?” ask Mahardika.

“Revenge!” nara said in a dramatic tone, making Mahardika smile again. The man realized, since the presence of Nada, he could laugh and smile again after decades of not knowing how it felt.

For something as important as that, the way Nara said was indeed extraordinary. This made Mahardika unable to hold back her laughter. Narapun smiled at Mahardika's laughter. The sound of laughter was always able to draw a smile line on his face.

“Alright, let's go to my room. But it looks a little dusty. The room has not been cleaned for a long time, because no one I let in there except me and Henry, my main assistant,” said Mahardika.

“No problem, leave it to me. I am Nada, the housework expert,” Nara said as she stood up taking a lap and a duster. After he returned to the television room, where they had spoken, he placed his hand on Mahardika's burly arm. He saw the flat face of this man in front of him with a big smile.

“Let’s Go M,” says Nara. M is a special call from Nara to Mahardika. Sometimes Nara adds the word God in front of her, Dewa M. It seemed that the man did not mind the call Nara gave him. He smiled and pulled Nara towards the secret room behind the stairs.  There is a giant duck painting that turns out his eyes are the secret key that will shift the painting as a door.