Soul Change
The Good Father's Daughter

“I don't want to drive today!” Stefani says.

He was almost tempted to bring the car that was usually driven by the original Daisy. However, Stefani could not even ride a bike because it was open to her father's priorities. So bringing your own car is very excessive for Stefani.

He does not want to die quickly and still wants to enjoy life as Daisy.

“Do you need a driver?” Stepmom Daisy wonders with sparkling eyes. He seemed to be waiting for things like this.

“Well, if possible. Or I'll just take a taxi!” stefani said with a contorted pouting face.

He had experimented in front of a mirror last night, making a sad face, angry, pouting, sweet, and much more. His pouting face was the most worrisome and would definitely be very useful for conquering everyone.

“No! You should use the driver. Who do you want to drive?” ask her father to Daisy.

Stefani smiles. This is what I wanted. He does not want to be escorted by an existing driver, but there is one person whose job is not a driver but can drive. “Can I be escorted by Mr Handoko?’

“Handoko is not a driver,” replied papa Daisy quickly.

Stefani put on a pouting face again. It knows. But the man could clearly drive. Somehow his father became a gardener whose salary is the same as the waiter all this time. But if you were a driver, it would be better for the man and Stefani too.

“Yes, but Mr. Handoko can drive. I just want him to be the driver.”

Papa Daisy lowered the unswept cup of coffee, looking at her daughter's worried face with a frown. Do not understand why Daisy even more strange since the birthday party ended with fainting without the exact cause.

“Experienced driver is better, Daisy. How about Mr Handoko accident on the road because it is unusual?” There are many drivers in this house. In total there were three people and only two were properly functioning. Another one is a backup driver.

“Papa want me to woe?”

“Not so Papa means!” Papa Daisy is complaining.

Stefani smiled at him. It seems he has won in this debate. What is clear is that his father will be the driver for Stefani in the future. “Pak Handoko is an old worker in this house! He can't be promoted!” he said small grunt.

“As of you!” papa Daisy said at last.

The man grabbed the cup again, gulped it down until only a black pot remained at the bottom of the cup and stood up. He turned to his second wife Aida first before going to Daisy.

“Your snacks this week have been Papa transfer. Don't make trouble!”

Stefani blinked at the word “transfer”.  He's not the real Daisy how to use that money?

***

“Pak Handoko, you are called Miss Daisy!”

Handoko who was having breakfast in her living room raised her head to the maidservant who came to the pavilion. The maid was the one most familiar with Miss Daisy, almost taking care of all her employer's child's problems.

“What's up?” ask Handoko.

He glanced at his daughter, Stefani, who now also seemed interested in the reason she was called.

“From today Mr. Handoko will be Miss Daisy's personal driver. So will likely be given car keys and uniform.” Just as Handoko glanced at her daughter, Raise did the same. “Nona Daisy says, you can't come!” he said after meeting Stefani.

“I'll be there soon!” handoko said, protecting her daughter from Raise's anger.

“Do you like the breakfast?” ask Handoko.

He wiped his hands with a paper napkin and stared at Stefani's plate, which was still a lot of waste. Grilled bread and eggs beef eye, plus sauce and cheese. Daisy usually eats whatever is prepared for her. Also make what he thinks will be liked by others.

“The eggs are a bit salty, Yah!” maulana said interrupting.

Handoko did not eat the egg, as she served it to her son. So the eggs are taken part Maulana a little and put into the mouth. Not only salty, but very close to the taste of the dead. So he laughed.

“Sorry, yes, Stefani! I know that you don't like strong food.”

His daughter was gnawing. “Not so!” he said a little stuttering. “I'll eat it until it's finished!”

Stefani chocolate her eggs with a fork, cutting them into small pieces before eating them.

“Hei Stefani, have you tried to be a graceful girl like Miss Daisy now?” Maulana appoints Stefani's sister using a fork. “Your education is different, so don't try it!”

“Maulana, don't make your sister so think about yesterday again!”

Stefani didn't say anything, didn't even raise her head. “I didn't try that!” he said slowly, but his tone was firm.

Handoko was like hearing Miss Daisy talking to someone. After he thought, maybe Stefani just wanted to try to behave like that.

Her daughter had been too much neglected so wanted to try to be someone else. So it felt normal to him.

“Dad ... Can I come?” ask Stefani slowly to Handoko.

Handoko smiled. Since yesterday Stefani has had a strange desire to meet Daisy, their employer's daughter. However, the decision has been announced to everyone that Stefani is temporarily forbidden to approach the main house, or meet with the daughter of their employer.

“Prohibition is not sometimes intended as a punishment for Stefani. It's just self-introspection for you. Think about what you've done, understand.” Because his daughter did not reply at all, Handoko thought that Stefani had understood very well. “Dad will go now! Do you need pocket money!”

Stefani's head is raised. “Ya,” answer soon.

Maulana laughed at that. “Do I need to give you pocket money too? This is the first time you say it when asked by jajan.”

“Yes, give me enough!”

Handoko laughed. He then reached into his pants pocket and took out 50 thousand dollars.

Maulana did the same and spent 100 grand. “Enough?”

Stefani frowned, thinking of things neither Handoko nor Mulana could have expected and then nodded. “Already!” But the girl's face clearly revealed something else.

“You know it's the end of the month?” This time Maulana seduced her sister.

Stefani's face became pouted. Handoko felt that in the end the princess became like any other girl who was good at expressing feelings. He stroked the head of his 20-year-old daughter. Handoko hasn't done this in a long time.

“Dad will ask Miss Daisy later, okay?” handoko.

He wanted his daughter to be better.