This Is It?

Chapter 5: Real

I shake my head a little. Then, as soon as the consciousness closed in perfectly, I turned the gaze around. Huh huh? Where is this? A room that is almost the same size as my home in the village. A big, soft mattress. Luxurious and beautiful room ornaments. Is this nirvana?

I touch every curve of my body. There are many significant differences. I felt a sharp nose, a broad chest, and a level naki. My body doesn't have this kind of high specication. Then, did I really manage to exchange bodies with Bagas?

I rushed to find a mirror to make sure. Come in the bathroom. Waw! The bathroom was the size of my room. The floor is made of marble, the walls are shiny like jewels. Really, I was shaking. In fact, this is the first time I've hurt every inch in a lavish bathroom. What about the other rooms in the house?!

I copy the picture of myself in front of the mirror. Bounced figure wearing plain black pajamas with such a charming face. In fact, just woke up. Is this real?

I also open my eyes to make sure the reality is plastered. Now I am in Bagas' body. Yes, this is Bagas' perfect body.

Eitsa! Don't be happy, Ardi! It could still be in the dream. People say that dreams are sometimes a manifestation of real-life expectations.

Slap the cheek a few times. Awww! I can feel pain. It means it's not a dream. It's real, it's real. It is also not another realm or another world in a different dimension.

Hahay, huhuy! I cheered happily. So, Bagas's words yesterday were true. How did this happen? Wizardry? Or is there a branch of Physics that can explain this phenomenon? Ah, let! I don't have to worry about that.

Suddenly it was as if there was cheerful music blaring in the ears. My body is moving to the right and left. Then, turn the tub while dancing Salsa. Finally, I can say that miracles do exist. No need to prove how it works, just enjoy the results. Hahay, huhuy!

While enjoying a different morning, someone exclaimed.

“Young Master, time for breakfast,”.

I was silent too. I just turned into Bagas. I don't know what elements come with me yet. A sound? What if he knows my voice is different from Bagas? Doubt makes me worry about it.

“Young Master He knocked on the door a few times. “What is Young Master still sleeping? It's noon, sir. Today Young Master has morning lecture, right?”

I made a small round of steps while continuing to move the left and right index fingers. What I should do.

“Young Master, Madam and Big Lord are already waiting at the dinner table,”.

Akhh! He just kept calling. All right, I'll try to say it. I approach him to strengthen reality. The fact that I'm legitimately a Bagas.

“Ba..ba. I shower first se...se..sewhile,” my response is a little stammered.

As soon as the door opened, I was nervous.

“Young Master tumben hour so far is not neat,” he said looking at me astonished.

“E….Em.. I…. I have stomach pain. So, it was quite a long time back and forth to WC.” I acted according to the sentence that was said.

“Young Master is sick?” ask her with a worried expression. “I get medicine first yes, Young Master.”

“Ti…. No need, Bi. I also take medication.”

His roar turned strange. He also seemed to be observing my physique from head to toe. Are my words wrong? Does he know I'm not Bagas? Ah, crap! What words do I have to tell him not to look at me suspiciously?

“Young Master is okay, right?” he still uses the same look.

“I am fine. If so, mending me shower and change clothes first yes!”

“Good, Young Master.” He bowed, then left.

My voice? Does he recognize my voice differently? Yesterday I should have asked Bagas. I made sure of any changes that would occur when I swallowed the pearl.

I immediately closed the door, and headed for the bathroom. In front of the mirror, I tried to test the timbre of my voice. “Hah, Bagas! Huh, Ardi! One, two, three cats running, Ardi can now dance.”

From the reflection I heard, this was not my voice. My voice tends to be flat, while the one who stutters his tone is a little negebass.

Thank goodness I just moved the memory. Like a hard drive that is exchanged in a laptop device. Files about me are still neatly arranged, my appearance is changed devices. Thank you very much, Bagas! This exchange of bodies is not followed by the components that become the identity of each body.

Then, why did the housekeeper just observe me full of question marks? Ah, no need to think! Didn't he explicitly say just wonder I still wear nightgown?!

The point is, now I can greet the world and dance with reality. Yes!!!

After taking a shower, I quickly dressed. Hem! It is nice to be a handsome person, any outfit will feel right on the body. No need to worry about wrong costumes or mistakenly matching colors.

Time to go to the dining room. But just a step away from the room, I was stunned to see this great house. Is this the Alhambra Palace?

I was in a fantasy land. Whahuh? This fantasy? I pat her arm with a wedge. Ardi, this is real! My words reassured me.

“Good morning, Young Master!” A young woman walked in a hurry.

“I..iya, good morning also.”

I've been walking around for a few minutes, I don't know where the dining room is. No planks on display. There is also no directional guide installed. Though this house should have a lot of information that facilitates the steps. However, if it is presented, is not this house so unlike all malls?! Akkh!

“Young Master why? Seems to be confused?” ask a woman from behind. He was the third person in a black, white lacy outfit who greeted me.

Actually, how many domestic assistants are there in this house? I was shocked again and again by one by one of them.

“Em...em...dining room next to where ya?”

“Iya.”

“Let me between.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not interrogate me.

However, it would be strange when he realized that Bagas had forgotten the ins and outs of his own home. Duh!

As soon as he reached the place, Bagas' parents immediately raised their eyes towards me. Grogi and awkward fused in the heart.

You idiot! Supposedly before deciding to swallow the pearl, I recorded and studied first Bagas' life. Now, I'm confused in my attitude.

It is also free to argue with yourself. I didn't believe this would happen before.

Once in front of the chair, I didn't know where to sit. There are 8 empty chairs lined up around a large and beautiful dining table. Where should I sit? This is not an ability, but a memory.

“Bagas son of Papa, the sole heir of the entire company Permana Group, let's have breakfast”, welcome Daddy Bagas.

“Em... I..Iya.”

Fortunately, the housekeeper who escorted me hurriedly pulled out a chair. Apparently, I have to sit next to Bagas' mother. Just something like this was enough to test my adrenaline.

“Darling, are you sick? Mama noticed you were quieter than usual.”

“No, Mom. I am fine with.”

“Mother?”

I immediately clarified my word. “Em.. Intent... Mean Bagas, Bagas well, Mah.”

“Oh, yes already. Come eat soon! You have a lecture today in the morning.”

“Iya, Mah.”

Bagas' father kept looking at me. I was trembling, but had to keep looking calm and relaxed. Plus, eating together like this must be different from the way I eat everyday. There is a table manner term that must be respected.

“You are no longer tasteful with this morning's menu, Gas?”

“Ngg. Bagas just not so hungry.”

“But you have to keep breakfast, dear. Your body needs energy to move,” said Bagas mother gently.

“True Mama, Gas. At least you drink milk and eat a slice of sandwich for a booster up to lunch,” said Bagas' father.

“Good, Yes…. Fine, Pah.” I almost called wrong.

After breakfast, I walked out of the house with a suspicious mind. I'm still trying to digest if this isn't my imagination. I believe in supernatural things, but being able to exchange bodies like this is still hard to come to terms with.

What is also the reason Bagas wanted to exchange bodies with me? While he had everything, including the old man I saw was so gentle and considerate. Ah, nevermind! Isn't this my wish?!

“Please Young Master, the car has been heated and ready to use,” said the middle-aged man while bowing. He also guided me to the car.

“I..iya, Sir. Thank you!

He seemed surprised to hear my reply. Is there a wrong word from me?

Yes, I should be as natural as possible. Don't let them suspect that I'm not actually the real Bagas.

Unknowingly, my body was already leaning in front of the wheel of a BMW. Huh huh? I can't drive. The danger! Even sitting in a car other than public transport alone was just this first time.

“Young Master why? Is there a problem with the car? Forgive me, Young Master!”

“Em... how to livein this car how to do ya?” askaku.

“This Young Master is there. Tumben once Young Master ngajak me kidding.” He just laughed out loud.

“I'm serious.”

“Every day Young Master will bring a car, there is no way Young Master forgets.”

That's exactly what he said. I also developed both lips. “I was just kidding. Hehe..yeah, I need a little entertainment. Haha...”.

My father was willing to do another job.

Oh Bagas, I'll interrogate you as soon as we meet later. I said in my heart.

Press the starter button. Whahuh? Suddenly my feet moved agilely over the brake and gas pedals. Both hands swiftly turned the steering wheel little by little. Lt could. I can drive a car. It's really magical.

Huhoo! I hummed along the way. The feet and hands so shrewdly broke through the streets and set the pace. This is awesome! I have never felt such happiness as I am now feeling.