Soul Change
I Love You

Daisy's house has been busy since morning. There are many workers who come from outside. The car box containing catering, flowers and other party equipment came. The large gate that usually opens only when the homeowner comes home from work is now wide open without ever being closed.

“Good morning Miss Daisy! Ready for the process?”

Daisy just came out of the bathroom, wearing her silk bathrobe. In the room today there were not only the servants who used to accompany him. There's some makeup artist Lelan Daisy. Also the owners of dresses that were booked in advance.

“Ya, of course!” Melani sat on a long soft sofa, raising her legs. He threw himself on the arm of the chair, letting people win towels from his head.

“First of all we will massage you, give vitamins to the face and then start applying makeup. After that just set the hair, take off the last dress that will be used this afternoon.” One that Daisy believes as her party planner explains what will be done to Daisy, on her body.

“Ya,” replied Daisy briefly.

It's just one day a year. So Daisy doesn't have a problem with a lot of grooming. He was also sure that it wouldn't be that bad. Doesn't he do the same thing every month, skin and hair care?

Daisy lays herself back, enjoying the touch of experts' hands on her skin. Drowsiness because of thinking hard all night suddenly came. Daisy cannot fall asleep. He was not defeated by the drowsiness that came.

“If Miss Dasiy wants to sleep, okay, really! We will wake up!” said the fairy convincing Daisy.

Daisy's smile grew, feeling happy. He may sleep well, so he will feel better at his birthday party. The drowsiness made him reach immediately into the calming darkness, swinging it.

He could hear someone crying, then voices telling him to stay strong. The shrieking voice of a woman he knew so well made Daisy's eyes open wide. He looked at the people standing looming around him, arguing what color would be best for his lipstick.

“Color natural only,” says Daisy takes over the options that are being debated.

All eyes are down. Everyone smiled and began to apply the desired color lipstick on Daisy's lips.

“Our make up process is done. Let's take off her clothes now,” take care of the fashion host Daisy hired.

Daisy follows the graceful and graceful woman to the front of the mirror. She helps Daisy wear a dress with silk and satin. Carefully raise the hook behind Daisy's body and adjust the position of the skirt so as not to disturb Daisy's footsteps.

Just past one o'clock in the afternoon, Daisy was ready.

“Ah, Daisy you are so beautiful!” said Daisy's stepmother who appeared in the doorway immediately.

The woman smiled widely, making Daisy's feelings even more uncomfortable. So close to Daisy, the woman named Aida pulls Daisy and showers her face with a few kisses. The makeup artist who reprimanded the woman in the end to stop her kiss.

“You will ruin the makeup of this party queen, Mistress!”

Aida looked surprised, covering her mouth with a wide-eyed happy face. “I'm sorry, but Daisy is that pretty, right? Yeah, right?”

The makeup artist nodded in a beautiful style, so Daisy had the determination to be able to do the same. Not that Daisy has always looked like a thug. It's just, he still can't be that graceful.

“Your father will surely be stunned to see his daughter!” aida said she was still very enthusiastic.

“I hope he's not stunned by me. It will hurt you, Mama.”

Aida fell silent, as did the makeup artists. One by one they came out of Daisy's spacious room. As if knowing that their existence disturbed two different women of that era.

“I know who you look like, Daisy. I don't-I don't feel jealous!” said Aida.

Daisy could hear the vibrations in her voice. He told himself he should be ready to feel the anger of his father when this party is over.

Aida-Daisy's stepmother refuses to leave. However, he did not have anything else that could be used as an excuse to exist in the same place.

***

Stefani sees Mahardika from the second floor, as she delivers cold water to the makeup artists resting on the balcony of the house. Daisy is still in her room. Stefani sees Aida, the woman's stepmother, enter the room just before the makeup artists leave. The makeup artists will leave after a short rest, they will be here again tomorrow when all the mess that people are doing is done and only their salaries have not been paid.

“Thank you, yes,” said one makeup artist representing another to Stefani.

Stefani is like a smiling waitress. Clutching the tray containing the drink earlier he ran out, down the stairs to go to the side garden where Mahardika was.

In his heart Stefani really hoped that Mahardika would not go anywhere.

He felt very grateful because Mahardika was there, with her laptop, and was busy. However, Stefani could not just come close to the handsome man for no reason.

He rushed to the kitchen, picked up a cold drink and ran small towards where Mahardika was back.

“Good afternoon, Mas Dika!” hello Stefani.

Mahardika raised her head and then looked at Stefani for quite a while. He took a deep breath and closed his laptop.

“Actually what do you mean by calling me?” ask Mahardika without further ado to Stefani.

Stefani is happy because Mahardika is curious about the attention given. This means that he does not need to be more conspicuous to attract the attention of the man he likes.

“Nothing, Mas Dika! Just want to!” stefani replied as he placed a glass filled with cold drinks in front of Mahardika.

Once again Mahardika took a breath, then rubbed her face for what purpose. “Do you know who I am?”

Of course Stefani knows. Mahardika is the man who once reached out to her. A man who always acts cold, but makes him feel comfortable. He still knows more, among them about Mahardika and Daisy's engagement since five years ago, but Stefani could not admit it at all.

“Ya.”

“Then you should respect me and not behave like this. If you can't respect me, you have to respect Daisy. She's your employer!”

Stefani's chest hurts. He just got rejected. Though he was sure that Mahardika did not like Daisy at all. But somehow Mahardika is still trying to be very kind to Daisy.

“Not Mas Dika in no love with Daisy?”

“Do not be presumptuous of you, Stefani!” Mahardika looked angry. There is absolutely nothing wrong with what is said.

“But, that's right, right? Dika is not in love with Daisy at all. Your engagement is not based on love.”

Mahardika tidied up her laptop and stood up quickly. “Cool your head. Don't try to be presumptuous again with me!” With big strides Mahardika tried to leave his place again.

Stefani could not allow that to happen. He pulled Mahardika's hand, making the man look a little, as if the laptop in his hand was going to come off and fall to the floor. “I like the same Mas Dika!” stefani said very clearly.

Stefani felt the time around her stop for a moment. Mahardika's eyes were wide in disbelief. Just for a moment, because the grip on Mahardika's hand was released and she was pulled into a spin and a slap landed on her cheek. Stefani's ears were ringing because of that.

“Design you, Stefani!” squealing pretty girl and beautiful dress.