Soul Change
Calms the Beloved Heart

Mahardika was fixated, staring at the beautiful Daisya with sleepy tears in her eyelashes. Then his gaze turned to Stefani who was shocked by the slap and now his face reddened wounded, feeling hurt.

As Mahardika was about to ask Daisy if her hand didn't hurt, the beautiful girl in the beautiful dress spun and with hasty footsteps ran across the park. The flowers arranged so beautifully on the left and right sides of the path swayed in the wind as Daisy ran.

“I told you not to be sassy!” mahardika said as she rubbed her face back.

“But, Mas Dika does not love Daisy, right?” Stefani still insists on her feelings.

He did not understand why this girl did not know the place at all. It is indeed what Mahardika has done so Stefani considers that he deserves to do all this.

“Do I have to tell you what I feel! You are really sassy!” exclaimed Mahardika once again, asserting that what Stefani did absolutely should not be done by the woman.

“MAS DIKA!” stefani shouted behind him calling.

Mahardika kept stepping. He didn't even look back to see how Stefani was now. He reached the side door where the servants working in this house stood, looking at him in astonishment.

“Did you guys see where Miss Daisy was?” ask Mahardika.

Scattered his assistant who was brought here and came over, received his proffered laptop, and along with the clustered servants stared at him in astonishment.

“Maybe go up to his room, Young master!” one of the servants represents the other.

“Thank you,” said Mahardika as she half ran towards the steps in the middle of the room.

The wide, curved staircase leads to the second floor. Daisy's room is on the right side, facing the front of the house. The balcony itself overlooks the swimming pool.

Several servants were in the hallway in front of Daisy's room, looking worried and quick to dodge as Mahardika approached to pass them.

“Nona is inside?” ask Mahardika back.

The passenger closest to her nodded. “Ya, Young Master!”

They without saying much began to retreat from the hallway, leaving Mahardika alone. The door by Mahardika. This shouldn't have happened today.

“Daisy! Will you listen to me?”

There is no lawfulness. Mahardika would rather Daisy go berserk, cry, abuse her as a cheat than like this. Once again he knocked on the door painted white and a little pink hue. Still an early knock.

“I don't know why he would dare to do such a thing, Daisy. But, really, this is not what you think,” explained Mahardika.

Faintly Mahardika heard footsteps from inside the room. He took a step back from the door, waiting. The door swung and Daisy with a blushing face prettyly stood there, along with her dress.

“I couldn't even throw myself on the bed for fear of ruining my makeup and dress,” complained the girl in a hoarse voice.

Thought Mahardika was not good at talking at the door like this. “Can I go inside?” ask Mahardika carefully.

Daisy was somewhat surprised, but without answering she gave way so that Mahardika could enter her room. He waited at the door for a while, gawking to check on those who seemed interested and closing the door.

“Your room is very comfortable, Daisy.”

Mahardika could see that the girl blushed a little, but did not at all loosen her guard. That nice. Because no human being can truly be trusted. Daisy cannot believe in Mahardika.

“So, what do you want to explain to me, Mas Dika?”

The girl crossed her arms carefully, without tangling the small folds the tailors made on her chest.

Daisy put her shoulder up, acting like she doesn't care now. Whereas earlier, Daisy looked like a wounded wild beast, eager to vent anger.

“But, Mas Dika got her, didn't he?”

Ah, right, that's what makes Daisy mad. Because Mahardika let Stefani stay there long. He should have just left Stefani, without winning.

“I was too soft on him. But, I think because he misunderstood,” said Mahardika. “This won't happen again, Daisy, really!”

Daisy looked at Mahardika carefully. “What Mas Dika likes on him?”

Mahardika is surprised by Daisy's question. Likey? No, he just felt sorry for Stefani no more.

“Can't say so. I feel sorry for her. But, it seems that my pity made him misunderstand.”

Daisy seemed to have guessed Mahardika's answer. He knows Daisy's smart. It was the first thing that made Mahardika agree to an engagement with Daisy. Their relationship cannot be called falling in love at first sight, but Mahardika knows that her interest in Daisy grows stronger.

“I'll explain to him clearly, really.”

“No!” Daisy.

Mahardika wants to know where the courage to hold her hand that Daisy currently has come from. This girl's hand was warm, making Mahardika comfortable, her heart was pounding.

“Don't explain anything to him, I beg you!”

Wouldn't it be if it wasn't explained to Stefani that the girl would just get more and more misunderstood? But, if Daisy had already asked him like this, there was no reason for Mahardika to refuse.

“Then I will avoid,” said Mahardika while holding Daisy's fingers back.

The blush on the girl's cheeks grew redder, she lowered her head timidly. “Run like you will meet a ghost if you approach it.”

“Yes, I promise!” Mahardika.

Maybe she thinks too much of Daisy as an adult girl. In fact, this girl who looked so strong was just like the others, sweet, fragile, worrisome.

“Will his birthday party continue?” ask Mahardika a little teasing.

Daisy pouts. “Which may be stopped! There are many people who will be disappointed.”

“Then let me get the first chance to wish you a happy birthday.” Mahardika advanced, dyed Daisy's forehead gently. Then he reached into his suit pocket and took out a sweet little box. “Happy birthday, this is for you, just like you.”

Mahardika must have done the right thing, because the red hue on Daisy's twin cheeks was there. The girl's eyes also glazed over. The little box that Mahardika handed over was grasped by Daisy very tightly.

“Thank you.”

“I will wait outside, hide this in a safe place huh?” Mahardika winks, but it is not her style to stain like that.

It's just that he still wants to see the red hue on Daisy's cheeks for longer. He is still selfish.

Shortly waiting outside, Daisy opens the door, clasping Mahardika's hand again. They go to the stairs.

“Mas Dika know! It's fun!” said the girl slowly.

They've come down on the turnstiles, be careful, slow down. Mahardika clasped Daisy's fingers tighter, as if she was not willing to share her beauty with other guests. But shouldn't Mahardika be selfish now?