Soul Change
New Contract House (1)

Stefani said he's not coming this afternoon. Azzam was a little disappointed indeed, but did not make him lazy to meet the girl's father and sister. She took a shower and dressed a little. Until his mother was astonished by his unusual behavior.

“You want to babelin girlfriend?” asked the woman who had given birth to Azzam as she shouted asking for a comb that disappeared from inside her room.

“Not!” Azzam did not dare say that the parents of his future girlfriend who will come as a tenant.

When he picked up the key, he said that the man was a close friend. Azzam was sure he wasn't lying. Stefani is the person closest to her heart right now.

“Your style is loh, up to his side? Mom wants to know who's coming!” the woman who is getting old.

“There's a girl, Mom! We saw!” his brother Azzam shouted from behind.

If only the boy had been nearby, he would have gifted a small piece of it to Dika's head. It's just, he was too enthusiastic about meeting Stefani's brother at this time. He did not intend to ruin his appearance just to pursue Dika who can be found every day.

“Azzam out, Mom!” azzam exclaimed before being pestered with so many questions about what his sister had said just now.

Azzam still had time to hear the question that his mother called behind, but ignored all these things. It turned out that in front of the house that had been shown earlier this afternoon there were two men. One was known to Azzam as Stefani's father, the other was quite young and similar to the girl he liked.

“What do you wait for long?” azzam asked with a somewhat tight breath as he ran towards the front of his rented house.

“No! You just arrived!” Stefani's father smiled and turned to the man who was much younger than him. “He's my son, his older brother Stefani. Maulana!”

Maulana, who was introduced by Stefani's father, reached out. Azzam hurriedly welcomed the man's hand, mentioning his name. “Azzam, Brother!”

Maulana's eyebrows shot up, like getting an inspiration that he had been waiting for. He turned to his father who smiled with a happy smile.

“Let's go in!” take Azzam, open the gate again and half run to the entrance of the house and open it hastily.

Behind the two men who came whispering, maybe judging, or doing something else. Azzam did not care, which clearly he had to show the best house to the two men.

This time Azzam did not go inside, but tinkered his phone trying to contact Stefani who did not come. He hoped that the girl would come this time too.

Azzam: You're fine, right?

Azzam sent a message that read like that. Stefani did not seem to be holding her phone. Because it was almost ten minutes waiting, the reply to the message had not been answered at all. So, Azzam crouched down in front of the terrace, looking at the corner Stefani enjoyed earlier. I want to know what the girl he likes is really looking at. But long as he crouched down, he still could not find what Stefani was looking at.

Ting! Azzam's phone rang.

Azzam lazily picked up his phone and looked at the screen. His eyes widened and a smile instantly appeared in his mouth.

Stefani: I'm fine, just being lazy to come out. Have my father and brother arrived?

Azzam: Already. They went into the house to see again. You should have come too. I'll show you the nicest room in the house.

Stefani: Tell my father. He'll tell me if he agrees to rent your house.

It means Stefani gave everything to her father. So Azzam prayed in his heart that the two men inside liked this house. He could see Stefani every day because of that.

“He's a guy named Azzam?” maulana asked as she entered the first room.

“Why? He's good, right? Also handsome!” Handoko shows some of the items in the room to be examined more carefully by her son.

Maulana's forehead was wrinkled, not liking her father's words. He forced his brain to imagine Azzam's face.

“Same is not handsome at all! He just looks like a human!” maulana dongkol. He opened some closed objects and admitted that the condition of the goods in the room was good.

He went back to the door, realizing that his father looked happy with his facial expression. He raised his chin up high voicing his lackluster protest.

“He treated Stefani well. Bahakn is being polite to us, right?”

“Such men only behave well if they want. She had to pass the qualifications from me before approaching my sister!” Maulana.

His father laughed out loud. “Surely the qualifications you apply are beyond common sense. Did you ask him to bring up gold from the ground?’ ask Handoko.

Actually the qualification in Maulana's mind is even better. He wanted someone who approached his sister from a good family, like Stefani, to accept the childish attitude that sometimes arises from the girl. Then have a good job before it's really official.

“I won't let a guy who likes to spread charms!” the Maulana Germans blatantly.

Handoko chuckled even harder than before. “Let your sister judge others, Maulana. Then he will know the bad guys and the good guys correctly. Our mistake was to let his attitude go until now. So, this time we have to guide him well.”

Maulan jerks. To know that protecting from behind is not true.

“I know Dad! But, still I do not accept that Stefani was approached by a snot boy who only relies on love.”

“Just because you haven't fallen in love, you say that other people's feelings are impure. Can't be!” Fortunately Maulana does not want to fight now. “What do you think of this house. I haven't asked how much the rent is, but he seems to really want Stefani to stay here!”

“If you're heartbroken, I want to lie, Dad! But this house is good! I doubt that we can find a nice house like this again!”

Handoko smiled. He patted Maulana on the shoulder with pride. Then walk out first. Maulana caught up with him immediately and as she closed the door, she saw that her father was talking to Azzam.

“My mother is at home now if you want to meet,” said Azzam.

As soon as he saw Maulana, the young man nodded. Inevitably Maulana recognized the hospitality of Azzam.

“What's the matter if you meet right now?’ handoko asked Azzam.

“Yes, it's okay dong, Brother, my mother is certainly happy finally someone wants to rent!”

Maulana's father, Handoko turned towards herself first. He nodded, giving consent.

“Then, come!” bring Azzam.

He went to the door first, locked the door again and then lectured the two guests who came to see his mother.