Tone of Nara
CHAPTER 17 Changes 'Beauty is Pain’ Slashed, Crushed, Siphoned and Drugged (part 1)

Hi, before proceeding I want to greet all of you.

Thank you for reading my work this time. This work I made in order to participate in the writing competition, Women change their destiny. If you like it, tiling leave a trail and comment for me. If you enjoy reading my work, introduce them to your friends so they can enjoy it too.

For the next few episodes I will discuss the process that Nara has to undergo with pain and boredom. Who knows, this could also be the knowledge of us all.

Beautiful is not only what the eyes look like, but also what the heart looks like. For those of you who are often bullied because of your physique, the spirit of yuk. Never lose because of what people say.

For those who like to judge people both joking and serious, intentionally or not, do not continue yes, because it hurts

Much love for you. Happy reading

SK Sari's

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On*flashback**

POV TONE

Yesterday, after a long talk with Mahardika, we went into each other's rooms. Mahardika provides a room with a fresh and calm apple light green feel. Inside there is a queen bed and a closet that matches the bed. In this room there is also a 30-inch television attached to the wall, with a writing desk and chair. On the floor is held a soft green fur carpet that calms. Very pleasant in my opinion. I feel comfortable in this room. At least I should like my new place now.  Whatever the Mahardika is currently giving, is more than enough than the possibility of being stranded in the streets, pursued by these terrible burly men. It'll be my hiding place no matter when. I'm determined to stay here and won't let Mahardika down.

A beautiful morning greeted me this morning. I'm grateful, after I calmed down last night, I was able to sleep well. Sleep well after a few days of barely sleeping. I saw the clock on the wall showing the number at 8 in the morning.  I quickly cleaned up and left the room. I immediately headed for the bathroom at the end of the hallway. I heard the sound of classical music from Mahardika's room. Either not asleep or awake, but I'm sure Mahardika is busy with her work. At first glance I heard the sound of mouse and keyboard clicks. All right, I need to take a shower and maybe I can make breakfast. I promise not to be a prankster in this house. Even though Mahardika won't let me out of this house at all, it doesn't mean that I'm just holding hands.  As an expression of gratitude and escape from boredom that I will definitely feel, I will take care of this house and Mahardika.

Finished bathing in my clothes last night, t-shirts and sarongs, I went to the kitchen that connected the dining room. Mahardika was already there. The desecration of the sealasteh and the bread along with its completeness.

“Good morning Mahardika,” I said with a smile. “Do I want to make breakfast?”

“For Tone, no need. Be sitting. I haven't been shopping today. Soon I will be out shopping for your clothes and necessities, as well as groceries. It looks like the supply of groceries in the fridge is almost gone. Can you make a list of your needs after breakfast?” Mahardika.

“But I can make you something for breakfast if you want,” I said without responding to his words.

“Tsk, you heard what I said. I made you tea earlier, I didn't know you were ordinary

breakfast with what. I'm used to a bitter breakfast of coffee and bread like this. Or do you want another breakfast besides this bread?” Mahardika. Of course I do not want to repot Mahardika, even though I am used to breakfast with rice, vegetables and a full side dish. I'm just a newcomer here anyway. I'm the one who has to adjust. It should be enough with bread and sweet tea. It's so much better than me starving on the street without food.

“No need, this alone is enough,” I said as I picked up some fresh bread and cheese, made a two-catch chocolate cheese sandwich and ate it. I observed the state of the Mahardika house. Not very neat but good enough for the size of a man's house living alone.

“Tone, I'm not used to tidy-tidy houses. Especially later when Nada’s Project begins. So I'll hire a daily laundress who will clean the house and provide food for you every day,” Mahardika said as if she could read my mind.

“Mahardika, can I call you M? “ I said a little bit disinclined. To me, calling him Mahardika at all times was too awkward and too long.

“M, since I now live here, may I do homework?” I said carefully. Mahardika raised her face, looked at me.

“Means?” tanyanya.

“Let me clean the house wash clothes, cook and so on. You don't have to pay people to do it. I promise to do well and earnestly. And I think my cooking is pretty good, “ I said expectantly. I love the housekeeping and cooking. That's why I didn't mind doing it at Hermawan's house all this time either.

Mahardika looked at me for a moment, confirmed what I was talking about and thought through everything.

“Oke, okay. At least it keeps our secrets awake too,” said Mahardika. “Let me do the shopping. If you need anything, take a note and give it to me or stick it in the fridge. I'll cancel the aunty maid, but are you sure you will?” m is convincing. I nodded firmly. What else makes me doubt. As long as I can, I will be happier by doing what I like.  It's better than sitting around contemplating fate, right?

After finishing breakfast, M and I discussed the needs to be purchased, including, my clothes and supplies. Actually I was a little embarrassed when M asked me the size of my underwear. But I do need it right.M does not allow me to go buy it myself. I finally got what M said. According to M later also not he who is shopping. He would ask his men to buy all the needs of Nada.

After finishing with the shopping notes, M immediately prepared to leave. He promised to go home before lunch. I decided to clean the whole house M, before leaving I asked M to take all the dirty laundry out of his room. Not much, so it doesn't seem like it's going to take up all morning. By lunchtime, I immediately checked the fridge. Not much in it, only carrots, leeks, tomatoes and a little meat. In the grocery closet I found wheat flour. Thankfully, the spices are complete there. I decided to make a meat soup with carrot and chives. In place of the rice was also filled to the brim. It's so easy, I can finally serve lunch when M comes.

“Wuah, scented once. Have you cooked?” ask M while approaching me. I nodded as I wiped my sweat pouring down. For a moment I realized I was stopping what I was doing, afraid that M would be disgusted to see

my manner. But it seems that his attention is focused on the food that is still in the kitchen. He immediately snatched one of the bakwan and bit it.

“Wuaaa, very tasty,” says M

“Clean clean and change clothes. I prepared lunch at the table yes,” I said which greeted thumbs up from M. He rushed into his room. Before long, he looked fresh and we had lunch together.

“Sorry I can only provide this. There's only this I found in the fridge,” I said a little regretfully. M laughed while eating voraciously.

“This is amazing Tone. My restaurant chef has to get to know you to learn this simple meat soup recipe. I have never eaten meat soup and bakwan and sambal trasi as good as this,” said M. “I don't need another menu, this is more than enough. Ok, from now on the house and kitchen are yours,” said M. I smiled happily to see M liked my cooking. The most exciting thing is when people enjoy the results of our cooking.

After finishing eating, Mahardika went straight into her study. Shortly after, he called me.

He asked me to enter a room for a few minutes. As soon as I came out, I saw that the 3D scan of my body was already on the screen of M's work computer. M asked me to take a break, because he's going to start the Nada’s Project and needs concentration. I also agree and intend to go out, rest in the room. But before reaching the door, my eyes were entangled by the rows of books belonging to M. There are so many interesting books about Image communications that I like so much, books about engineering and changing the human body, and books about plastic surgery.

I started thinking, if I want to experience this change, I need to know what process I have to go through. There's no way I'm handing it all over to Mahardika. Anyway it's about me, I should know and if possible I'll be a talking friend to Mahardika. So I decided to read as many books as I could in this room. At that moment I heard Mahardika muttering.

“Arghh, this is a Mission Impossible project. How can shrink a body this big to be this big,” said M while ruffling his own hair. He looks very frustrated. I slowly approached her from behind to see what she was doing. There my body is juxtaposed with the female body

with a very ideal body. A small face with a cheek-shaped chin and a beautiful jawline\, as a sign of the feminine beauty of eastern women. Similarly with a pointed nose and big eyes\, high cheeks with perfect cheekbone support. The forehead is not too wide but also not narrow with fine fur. Black long wavy hair\, leg rank\, small waist\, chest filled and hand curved with tapered fingers.

While in the middle between my body and the body of the woman was united in the form of a sketch. There are some shaded parts. I watched him carefully. I slowly realized that the shaded part was the part of my body that had to be thrown away and it was a lot. A big change has to be made if I'm going to test it the way M wants. No wonder M is frustrated. I realized just how big I am right now. To imagine it all having to be thrown away, is a terrible shadow.

I quickly retreated slowly. I don't want to bother M with my panic and fear. Slowly I got out of M's office. Outside I immediately went into the room and muffled my screams with a pillow. I don't want to cry, I just want to scream out fear and frustration. After this I promise to always be strong and not complain. I am well aware of what risks I will face. As M says, once you enter the project, there is no step back or give up.