Soul Change
Shamans

“Where do you want to rush this hour?”

Mahardika has chosen a time where her parents have not yet come out of the room. He would tell the waiter who passed him if he was going to the office because there was an important file coming suddenly from outside the city - it was true, just not this early.

“There's something urgent in the office, Pi! Mahardika should hurry!” He gave the reason that should be said to the servant.

Her heart was pounding uncharacteristically for fear that her papa would call the office to make sure. Then the suspicion on Mahardika will return instantly. His efforts to regain trust by receiving the torture from Stefani will be in vain. What if they were married off immediately?

Nah! That cannot happen. He will marry Daisy, not just Daisy's body with Stefani's soul in it.

“From Sumatra, yes?”

“Ya!” answer Mahardika soon.

The history of late reports from the area has indeed become an open secret of the company. It even came at midnight once. Mahardika had to stay up at the office to wait.

“They are, how can do the same almost every month. Want to be stopped, but yes how!” runggut papi Mahardika's. “Yes, be careful!” said the man as he passed back towards his room. It seems that he finished checking something when he passed Mahardika.

Mahardika looked at the back of her pussy away first, making sure that the man did not change his mind and grabbed the phone to make sure that there were no lies in his reasoning. It was clear that the papa had gone back into the room. Mahardika half ran out the door of the house. The car is at the front of the garage, so it's easy to get out.

He drove on the still-stretched streets. There is no traffic jam yet, because people are still in their homes at this hour. Mahardika got up quickly near the smart man's house. Remember that there is a board that says: No parking in front of the fence. The car was a little far from the entrance fence.

The house is exactly the same. The garden and its contents were still the same, even the gothic clothes worn by the girl who claimed to be an assistant.

“Master is waiting for you inside!” His voice and tone were still the same when he told Mahardika that the smart person he was looking for was inside now.

The only difference is that the arrival of Mahardika is no longer accompanied by Maulana. He just accompanied the girl dressed in gothic clothes to the room yesterday. The girl pushed the door open, allowing Mahardika to go inside and wait.

Being alone, Mahardika became a bit tense. His eyes wildly watched everything in the room. From the old urn in the corner near the closet to the strange doll that was displayed just like that without being cleaned first it seems.

“Have you asked your loved one what he heard before switching bodies?” The question the man asked yesterday was clearer than before. No more banging in the air that causes the Mahardika must rotate the brain to digest.

“Yes! How do you know the problem?”

The smart man laughed. Then pull up a chair near Mahardika. The table in front of him became an elbow pedestal. “Let's have a little tea. Our chat will be long!” said the smart guy. “Are we acquainted yesterday?”

Mahardika seemed to have mentioned a name, but the smart man only smiled at that time. Not giving him any further information. After all, from the informant where Mahardika got the smart man's number, he only called him Mr. X.

“I Mahardika!” Mahardika mentioned the name, just like her first call.

“I already know. You just don't know my name yet, do you?”

Hearing him Mahardika was upset. Even the smart man laughed happily at the look on his face. He turned his face to a long, louder creaking sound and the gothic girl appeared at the door with a stroller filled with her teapot and cup.

The gothic girl carried out the order without asking much, as if she was used to it and did not mind being ordered so.

The smart guy waits until the goth girl finishes her job and then gets out. This time only his footsteps were heard, without the sound of car wheels that needed to be oiled so as not to be noisy.

“I Shaman. You can call me by name only.”

Finally Mahardika heard the name of the smart man. Shaman, his name does sound strange and mystical.

“So can you tell me from where you heard the problem that befell my loved ones?” ask Mahardika.

Shaman smiled, still in such an annoying manner as before. “The stars told me. They said there was a strange exchange. Usually exchanges are not like this, but it seems they are destined to do this.”

“Where is destiny that exchanges the soul in one's body with another?” grunts Mahardika with displeasure.

“Alright, let me know what loved ones are saying. What did he hear before his soul swapped? He must have gotten the omen.”

Mahardika bit her inner lips, intending to lie. However, he came here of his own free will to find out what he could do to help Daisy. “Say someone whispers that he will know the unknown. It happened a few times. Then there was an incident at his birthday party.”

“That's a sign. It seemed like there was an inexplicable force wanting to tell him many things. Your loved ones are very wise, so chosen for this.”

Mahardika confirmed that. “But, he's trouble because of it.”

“That power has met him. He came out of the house and was met because of his wisdom.”

“So, he can return to his original body, right?” ask Mahardika.

Shaman did not nod at all, nor did he groan. “He can solve his own problems. You must finish yours too.”

“My problem is small!”

“There is no big or small test for others. Every problem is a turning point for the person, but it could be a punishment.”

Mahardika conspires to hear Shaman's answer for her. He snatched the cup filled with tea, drank it immediately. But the water cannot be swallowed. All spouted back out, his tongue burning.

Shaman was still smiling beside Mahardika, sipping his cup softly. “No big or small problem. Everything has to be resolved well. Sometimes problems are what make us wiser. Another is punishment!” Repeat the previous sentence.

Mahardika can only get more and more violent. He placed the tea cup slowly on the plate, lowered his head and forced himself to smile. “Thank you for the advice. I will not forget it until any time.”

“Good! Because you will realize your mistake before others realize.”

Mahardika did not stand as intended. He looked at Shaman with question marks. Want to know what to realize compared to others.