This Is It?

Chapter 8: Approach

Every action that is done comes from the mind. If the mind claims to be incapable, then the body will follow.

I am Bagas. Bagas is me. Forget the past and get used to new life. I can no longer call myself by my former name.

The last few days, I've been focusing on this identity. I read Bagas' life track record on his phone, laptop, and other records. Same thing with Ardi.

Unfortunately, there's not much information I can find. Therefore, I confirmed the observation while undergoing the play carefully.

One of my attempts at observation was to be silent first. When about commenting on the different attitudes of Bagas, that's where I recorded every detail they conveyed.

In the past, I also did a similar way to understand the attitude of classmates. However, I always bumped into appearance issues. When I felt like I understood how to adjust to them, the face degraded my trust. Again, this problem will never happen again.

For the situation inside the house, I already understand about 50 percent. I have memorized the ins and outs of the palace. I also recognized the faces of 11 domestic assistants, 5 drivers and aides, and 4 gardeners and security guards.

The life support facilities I received also made the mind dumbfounded. Just imagine, the allowance per day that I receive is equivalent to the cost of my life per month plus the boarding money. That kind of money is hard to spend alone in a day. If the word spent buying Seblak and Cilok can to treat one village.

Huh! That idiot might be trying to experiment with life. In fact, he even did an action that he would soon regret for a lifetime.

It's ironic that, if tomorrow or the day after tomorrow he wants to change body again, I'll never give it up. After all, he's the one who switched. Items purchased cannot be repurposed for any reason.

Haha! I can't wait to see her expression pleading and roaring.

“Young Master, time for breakfast.”

The voice of the call stopped the draft of the scenario I had made.

“Good, Sus.”

With a face full of smiles, I walked towards the dining room. Half of my unattainable understanding of this house is Mama and Papa. I haven't had much of a chance to get to know them. They are busy everyday.

“Good morning, Pah, Mah!” my broom.

“August, Babe!” mom's Response.

While Papa just nodded his head. He did not reply because he seemed to be chewing bread.

“Honey, today you look happy. Is there anything you can share with Mama?”

Mama as usual, she was full of gentleness. The heart always feels at ease when it hears the word he speaks.

“Bagas is happy to be in the middle of Mama and Papa. Life always feels perfect every day”, I said.

“You can most make us proud. Isn't that right, Pah?”

“Iya.” Papa seemed focused on finishing breakfast first.

I also try to enjoy the food available.

At home or at the kost, my breakfast menu is usually only fried. Here, there are breads, salads, fruits, fried rice, milk, and fresh juices. It is no wonder that Bagas became so handsome, intelligent, and healthy. Her intake alone was full of nutrients and luxuries.

“Gas, in the afternoon you do not have a lecture, right?” ask Papa after we finished breakfast.

“Not there, Pah.”

“You to the office yes. Papa wants you to start learning to manage the company.”

“Pah, let Bagas focus on his lecture first,” by Mama.

“Iya, Mah. Papa understands that. But as the successor to the company's leadership, Bagas also has to start getting to know and learn little by little about the business,” explained Papa.

“Ya. If the goal is to simply recognize the company, Mama agrees.”

“Sama one more.” Papa looked at. “Next year you take a Business Management lecture yes.”

“Means Papa?” She seemed to disagree with Papa's request.

Meanwhile, I silently observed. I don't want to interrupt. Whatever Papa asks me to do. Isn't that all I'll have?! Yes, I am the successor to the Permana Group throne.

“Papa from the beginning less like College Bagas Literature, Mah. Does he want to be a writer? Living in the present era must be careful to choose prospective scholarship for the future,” stressed Papa.

“If Bagas has to go through dual degree lectures, he definitely does not have time with his friends.” Mama maneuvered if life should also be enjoyed.

“If you want to be a successful person, we must be willing to let go of the pleasure of a moment, Mah. All the great people in the world are like that. Relax studying during the night, and good at organizing relationships. Do not be complacent with activities just spend time, without any positive input for our lives. Papa didn't say Bagas had to go to double school. He can start again from the beginning of the semester with the new study program.”

“But, Pah. We also cannot push children according to our will. We must give him also the flexibility in determining his life line. We, as parents, are obliged to direct children to things that are good for them. However, children also have the right to make their own choices. Moreover, Bagas has now started to grow up. He must have understood what was best for him. He also must understand about which is good and not good.” My mother seemed worried about my psychological condition.

“Iya, Mah. We'll talk about this later. Papa has a morning meeting. It looks like it's getting late.” Papa gets out of the chair.

Mama nodded lethargicly. He didn't seem willing if I lost my youth to work. In fact, I have no problem at all. As a company owner, you do not need to worry too much about procedural and operational matters of the business. There are subordinates and subordinates who can be told. Why recruit them if not to be hired? It might sound sadistic. But isn't the chain of life a demikan? Who is at the top, he who has the power to set “mangsa”.

Papa passed, I also said goodbye to Mama to go to campus.

In the past, I chose to study in English Literature without thinking about the job opportunities that will be obtained in the future. I was just following Mutia. Yeah, I always wanted to be close to him. Trying to fight for a love that can either be delivered or not.

I actually wanted to enter the Faculty of Economics, whether it was a major in Accounting or Management. But once I knew Mutia dropped in the Faculty of Science and Culture, I immediately changed my mind.

After all, sometimes in this country, the world of work does not always need a smart figure. Connection alias insiders are still a shortcut that is able to get rid of the quality/qualifications that are actually needed.

Ah, I no longer need to worry about the future related to work. My life guarantee is now clear. Just need to keep this body exchange from happening again.

Drive the car at maximum speed. Occasionally adrenaline needs to be tested to inflame the passions of life.

Get out of the car, I'll watch the surroundings. Tumben once Dita didn't seem to welcome me this morning. Maybe he's not in college. Nevermind! Why do I expect his presence?!

Legs stepped up, but suddenly my inner eye surprised me. I saw Mutia walking with someone. Not Metha. So, who is that guy? There could have been another man approaching Mutia.

The man walked sideways so I found it hard to recognize. Hem, want to be my rival? He must worship the sea first.

“Again, Mut!” my broom

However, why did the man beside Mutia instead cover face with the cardigan. He also took a few steps back from me and Mutia.

“That's who, Mut?” askaku.

“You don't know who he is, Gas?”

I pulled the man's cardigan.

“Hai, Gas!” sweep it with a satirical smile.

“A...a....a...Ardi....” call me stamped. I was quite stunned to see his new appearance. He looked much more presentable than the days in the past. The day the Fire Nation still attacked.

However, why did Mutia seem familiar walking with Ardi?

Let it! I'll investigate as time goes on. I'd better sharpen my eyes to Mutia.

“You have breakfast, Mut?”

“Udah, same as Ardi.”

“Oh.” I was more and more astonished by Mutia's reply. Did I not hear wrong? Since when did they get close?

“Mut, I first entered the class yes,” said Ardi. He also said goodbye to me, “First yes, Gas!”

Mutia seemed to want to follow Ardi's steps. However, I immediately pulled his hand.

Wow, his hands are so smooth! Can time stop for me to capture this moment longer?! He could touch his hand like he was playing with him on a cloud.

“Sorry, Gas!” Mutia raised my hand.

“So..sorry, Mut. I didn't mean…. I'm just..”.

“What's free, Gas?”

“Later lunch we had lunch with yuk,” invite me in order to approach.

“Later noon.... em...”.

Suddenly, Dita comes at an unexpected time. He slipped between me and Mutia. Then, it deliberately crashed its body into Mutia.

“Aw!” Mutia's down.

I was going to help Mutia, but Dita pulled my hand.

“He was just looking for attention, Gas,” said Dita. He also blocked my steps that were about to help Mutia stand up.

I try to stick out my hand, even though it continues to be driven by Dita. “You are okay, Mut?”

“Nothing, Gas,” Mutia replied. He seems to have a little trouble positioning himself as before.

“Lebay! Time of trouble is falling. If you want any Princess do not be here, maen FTV (television film) all of”, said Dita.

Hearing Dita's loud and taut voice, Ardi turned around. He then ran towards Mutia.

“Can I help you, Mut?” ask Ardi.

I was made unbelievable when Mutia extended her right hand to Ardi. It was as if he had asked Ardi for help to guide the steps.

“Thank you yes, Di,” said Mutia. His sharp-edged roar vividly depicts comfort as his hands interlock with Ardi's.

What happened to Mutia and Ardi? Have I been crying for a few days for not paying attention to them? In fact, I am working as much as possible to explore the role as Bagas.

Mutia and Ardi left. I can only stare at you. Dita held my position hostage by continuing to hold my arm tightly.

“Gas, it's Kunyuk right?” ask Dita cynically.

“Heem...”.

“The look is a little different. But, the name of the garbage wants to be processed so anything is still garbage right?!”

It's up to us to talk anything. I'm focusing on identifying the cause of Mutia and Ardi's closeness.

“Whose pretentious girl is it, Gas?”

I want to feel like I'm cursing Dita for licking Mutia. But I have to remain an image. I cannot be released or carried away by anger.

“Mutia.”

“Your classmate also, Gas?”

“Iya.”

“You don't have a crush on him, do you, Gas?”

Dita turned out to be quite sensitive to reading my body language.

“Dit, I have to go to class. I'm first ya!”

“E…. Yes it is. But we'll have lunch later. Would you, Gas?”

I'm nodding. If I said I couldn't, he would definitely keep holding me. At noon, there are still a few hours to find an excuse.

Huh! I walked into the classroom with a forced smile. Yeah, I can't show a pissed-off face in front of friends.

Mutia's been my heart's love since High School. If Ardi suddenly wanted to be my rival, I would maladenya with pleasure.

Slowly but surely, I don't need to rush my approach. As long as perfection is within your grasp, there is no need to worry about obstructions.