Soul Change
New Contract House (2)

Handoko exits the car and opens the door for her mistress. However, he looked down unwilling to see the face of the girl who was as beautiful as his daughter.

“Thank you!”

Though it has been almost three days Handoko became the spir car belonging to the girl, but other than the day where Handoko felt strange because her mistress who was being too friendly. Now, he felt that the one who spoke behind him was the princess who rarely spoke to him for almost 20 years.

As soon as her mistress turned around, Handoko lifted her gaze and found her daughter's way on how to step on Daisy. He said what he thought was just a feeling. Something impossible happened, but he felt sad because of it.

He did not put the car into the garage, but went towards the entrance as well. A traveler who happened to come out and hit him was questioned. “What Big Master is at home?”

“Yes, Sir is inside. She came home early because Madam wanted to have lunch together she said!”

“Thank you!” handoko.

The waiter looked at Handoko coming in. I don't know what was going through the servant's mind. It might be nice because finally there is a pavilion that will be empty and can be used one of them.

Handoko immediately went to the workspace where last night he got an order to find a house. Didn't expect that he would once again go in there on another matter. The feeling of not feeling yesterday is back. Handoko filled her lungs with full-fledged oxygen and then knocked on the door.

The male employer is always in the workspace if he comes home quickly. Completing pending work completed in the office.

“Who?”

“This is My Handoko, Sir!”

“Come in!”

Handoko pushed the door open. The workspace looks more obvious than last night. On the right there is a large dark brown sofa where guests who come on holidays, of course, not far from business. On the other side was a tall table containing three chairs used for small discussions. Usually the mistress sits there when signing the salary disbursement agreement.

Although the Master manages all the companies and is referred to as the Director, but Miss Daisy is the rightful owner of all assets owned out of Aghra.

“What's up?” ibnu asked Handoko.

“I've found a Tuna house. Therefore can I borrow the car I used to flatten Miss to see the house!”

Ibn stopped researching his work and raised his head. “Quickly!’ his comment. “Wear!” tell Ibnu afterwards.

Handoko lowered her head and thanked him. He went out and closed the door carefully. As he exited the mansion through the front door again, he saw his son's motorbike parked beside the car. Maulana seems to be coming home fast too.

Handoko returned to the pavilion that was soon to be abandoned. A little sad because there were so many stories in that pavilion. She raised her two children in the pavilion alone.

When he got home, he saw the look of Maulana who looked sad. Something happened. Not yet had time to ask, Maulana put her index finger on the lips. Handoko can't ask now.

***

“What is his house you like?”

Azzam's mother was a bit fat, but beautiful. He was more or less the same age as his father. When they came, the woman stretched out her arms and greeted kindly.

“So, are you his friend Azzam? Is the semester the same as Azzam?” ask the woman takala Maulana's father has not given an answer to the first question.

“Not, Mom,” replied Maulana friendly.

“Loh, said Azzam who is looking for a college friend to hire. What's wrong people, huh?” muttered the woman while putting her hand on the cheek.

Azzam's mother shook her head with a small smile. Then he turned his body back so he could see his son back there. Then he chuckled small. “So that?” said the woman. “So how according to Mr with a house to rent.”

“I like it, Mom, therefore we are here to find out if the rental price matches the funds we have.”

“That house is about 20 million a year! Pay per month can also be kok.”

Maulana nodded in understanding. The house he saw was twice as large as the pavilion besides that the condition of the goods in the house was also good. It is strategically located and close to the toll road.

“What do you think of Father?” maulana asked her father.

“Dad only had half of it,” whispered Handoko to Maulana.

Maulana has absolutely no concerns about money. He barely used his salary money to joke around all this time. Even his father never wanted to receive the money that Maulana gave him every month.

“No problem, I can rent for half a year first, Bu?’ ask Maulana.

“Of course it doesn't matter! I am even happy because it was directly approved like this!”

Azzam appeared out of nowhere putting the house keys on the table. His face was bright as if he was getting a gift. It really bothers Maulana. If he and Azzam were alone, Maulana would threaten the student not to follow her sister.

Maulana pulled out her cell phone, asking for the account number belonging to her mother Azzam. The woman went inside for a while and came out with her rent agreement letter and also her account book.

“We better be professional in this matter, right. Whatever the agreement is still a deal, if I say I have a problem and want to do it later, this agreement letter will save both of us!” his mother Azzam said. “Please read in advance before approved!”

Maulana was planning to propose that. There are a lot of scams at this time. However, he is convinced that Stefani's friends will not cheat. It's just that in the future it's possible that the woman who gave birth to Azzam won't be this good. What if the woman then kicked them out of the house for not liking them.

The letter was read well. There was no problem with the points written there. Everything is normal and even benefits the tenant. It seems that Azzam's mother was very wise. Maulana hopes that Azzam is also as wise as his mother so that he is not too close to his sister.

“I have no problem with all of this. What about Dad?’ maulana asked her father.

“If you don't have a problem! Neither did dad. Really Dad is not very familiar with the problem of renting a.”

“Then can I borrow his ID for a moment? Azzam will go copy it!” said Azzam's mother.

Handoko took out her purse and pulled the identification from there and handed it to Azzam's mother.

Azzam always appears out of nowhere with quick help without much question. Maulana could see the joy in her every move.

“She is so happy because her friend will be near here!” said Azzam's mother.

That word clearly made Maulana pry half to death. His sister is still 20 years old, should not be approached by a man who even still asks for snacks on parents.

It was not until five minutes that Azzam returned with a photocopy of his ID card and handed the original to Azzam's mother back.

For a few minutes later Azzam's mother was busy filling out a letter of agreement and clipping a photocopy of the ID card at the top of the agreement. There was a stampede of six thousand that came out later and Handoko signed the letter quickly.

“Thank you!” said Azzam's mother. He handed the keys to the house to Handoko. “You can move today too if you need.”

“Thank you back, Mom, then we excuse me!” Maulana greeted Azzam's mother after her father and escorted the woman's son out.