DAY TWO

I was reborn as a woman named Jazzlin Ozza.

When night fell, I couldn't fall asleep. Moving from the bed to the dressing table that had been tempting me to go over there.

I knew that sooner or later I would see my new appearance. I was just stalling for time, unable to see it.

My steps hobbled as I got closer to the mirror. 1...2...3... That's it!

I was a bad liar if I said I wouldn't be surprised. I had never seen such a beautiful woman until now.

Her eyes stared dimly, wrapped by her long lashes, and thick eyebrows without the need for an eyebrow pencil.

I got lost in her dark blue eyes. It gave me a blend of serenity. Her nose was tiny, suits her perfect lips shape. She had lighter skin and quiet tall comparing to my real body. And, it wrapped in a satin-strand negligee, looked so elegant.

I was devoured by her beauty.

I stroked my hair and found a golden-blonde, not a black one I used to see.

I didn't know what to say, I was given the chance to live, but in the body of a beautiful woman. Like a real dream but hard to believe.

I pulled the chair to sit, still facing the mirror. I sighed before finally opening the drawer to find the bandage that had been prepared.

I stopped searching when I found a photo album right under my palm. Not thick enough, not heavy enough either. Maybe just a few photos, I thought.

I put it on the dressing table and opened it. The first page I found a photo of a little girl with her hair on two pigtails.

She smiled brightly at the camera as her hand gripping a lollipop. She was wearing a school uniform, behind her I saw several children wearing the same uniform. She looked so adorable and sweet. Without being told I recognized who this little girl was.

I opened the next page again, my eyes darted to the photo of her wearing eccentric colored clothes. Tears filled her big eyes, looks like this photo was taken at the wrong time. Still she looked so cute even though her face was covered with tears and her cheeks flushed.

I fixed my sitting position looking for a comfortable one, then I opened each page.

A few chuckles escaped my lips at the nervousness that little girl showing on her photographed.

I had been exploring one photo album till the end, making me wanna see more. I opened the drawer again to find another album. The search for bandages was forgotten.

"Got you." I mumbled softly as I got another one.

The photos in this album were different from before. It was filled with Jazzlin's teenager photos and her friends. Obviously the typical girl who was good at mingling and had lots of friends.

On the next page, a photo caught my eyes. I didn't get distracted at all when I saw a boy wearing a beanie hat almost covering his face, but I could clearly recognize who the boy was, Barra.

Jazzlin hugged him tightly on his neck, her arms seemed to be choking him. Making his face a little hopeless but funny with an opened mouth. I was guessing that photo was probably taken when they were in high school.

As I wanted to open the next page, the knock on the door making me almost yelped.

"Jazzlin, are you still up?" I entered all the photo albums back to their place.

"Yeah, come in, mom." I bit my nail, remembering my main purpose when I opened the drawer.

She opened the door, peeked, before finally entering, "What are you doing?"

"Searching a new bandage, but I didn't find it." Tiredness crept into my voice.

"Let me help you." She opened the drawer again then gave me a strange look, lifted her grip which was already holding a new one.

"Are you looking for it in a hurry or you aren't looking for it properly?" I grinned sheepishly, "Come on, let me help you with it."

She took a seat on the bedside, and patted beside for me to take a seat. I did as I was told. She took my left wrist, gently removed my old bandage. I winced in pain as she put some ointment over the scratched wound.

"I'm sorry, if all this time I wasn't always there for you until you did this." She spoke with her hands tucking my wrist new bandage, "Going into your room and seeing yourself bleeding, my breath stopped. The feeling of failing to be a mother haunted me even more after that incident. God, still gave me a second chance." Her eyes welled up with tears, "Done." She tried hard to cover her tears from me, pretending to smile.

"I'm sorry mom. I'm the one who shouldn't have done that. I regret doing that without thinking about the people around me." Hearing my answer she breathed softly as if the burden on her chest had been lifted, "I promise you."

"Communication is the key especially if you struggling on something." She stroked my hair, "You can always tell me. I'm your mom and also your friend."

I smiled as she continued, "It's okay not to be okay but don't let deep sadness overtake you." Her eyes looked at me thoroughly, "Now, go to sleep. I'm gonna held a dinner for you tomorrow."

My eyes widened, "Really?"

She nodded then stood, hugging me once again, "Good night." Before going out, she turned off my room lights.

"Night." Apparently, she didn't hear me because she had disappeared behind the door.

I looked at the bandage on my wrist. For the first time, I felt a mother's love. I'd wanted to feel it for a long time, but in my second life I got it, despite being someone else.

I got up when the sound of my door opened again, "Mom?" I thought it was my mother, his smile appeared to see me being confused.

"I'm young enough to be called mom." He held his chest, acting like he was in pain.

I rolled my eyes back to sit on the edge of the bed, "Is there anything I can help you with?" I smiled sweetly at him. I couldn't stay near him, my heart could be damaged.

He walked closer just making my heart grumbled for him to stop his steps. "I can't sleep."

His hair was messy like the first time I saw it, his eyes gave off light in the darkness of my room. My heart was beating irregularly every time those eyes pierced mine.

"Then, what should I do?" I was gasping when he stood right in front of me, looking down at me.

"Accompany me." He said that in low-deep voice.

"O-okay." Not knowing what to say.

"Okay?" His intimidating face had now turned into bewildered. I couldn't help but laugh, "Gosh, look at your face." I pointed my index finger right on his face.

He was blinking before smirking. Now, it was my turned to get confused, "What?"

"Nope." He said as he threw his body onto my bed.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing?"

He chuckled, "You said okay." He reminded me.

I nodded, "I did say okay but—" He interrupted, "Come here, I miss my childhood friend." He was spreading his arms wide open.

My cheeks reddened as I was sweating like crazy. Gosh, my mind was so sinful.

There's no way I'll sleep next to him, I informed myself.

"Principessa?" He asked again after I turned my body heading out of the room.

My mind wasn't thinking straight. My steps wobbled and almost fell when big hands caught my waist. My face was straight looking into those beautiful eyes again.

I tried so hard not to be near him, why did we get this close?

His breathing tightened, I could feel his chest rising and falling, "You should be more careful, principessa." His voice was so enticing enough to make me drool.

I got up as soon as possible, "Stop calling me that." I didn't dare looking at his eyes, "It's Janiel— I mean it's Jazzlin." I heard him chuckled, "What?" I wasn't telling him a joke.

"You have to find out what it means on the internet." He answered simply.

I yawned not really care about what he had just said, "I'm sleepy, and one more thing." I swallowed hard. "My bed is only enough for one person."

I walked away from him when he was still holding his gaze on me. "Good night, principessa." I didn't think he listened to what I had said. And what did he just called me? Princi-- Jeez, I forgot. Did he just call me principle?

I went into my room then locked the door so he couldn't come back again. My eyes were fixed on the half-open curtain, letting the moonlight entered into my dark room.

Before I died, I had been liking my best friend, Haytham for a long time. Now that I was reborn and already like another man? No no, this was the feeling of the original owner of this body. She had been liking Barra.

I turned on the bedroom light and headed to the drawer. My eyes stared for a long time at the phone that I had never touched since yesterday.

I was torn, I had always been taught to respect someone's privacy. But, I had to know everything Jazzlin ever did, especially the memories I got were just a little.

So, I entered the password according to what I had in mind. I was surprised, not because of her hippopotamus wallpaper, but by a description of the date and year.

I couldn't believe my eyes, "2010?" I stiffened.

I looked at myself in the mirror with horror. I died exactly five years ago. I was reborn after five years of death.

Then, what about Jazzlin's real soul? Was she really dead or reborn like myself? So many questions in my head that I couldn't explain. That means I could still meet Haytham and Alia, right? Guess, it was useless, they wouldn't recognize me. I am Jazzlin now, not Janielle anymore.

I put the phone back then returned to bed, covering my body with a blanket and my face with a pillow.

I was believing that behind all this, there was a mission that I really had to complete, I thought this mission had something to do with my old self. I would find out sooner or later.

Little did I know that this journey wouldn't be easy.

I closed my eyes, feeling the right position and the sleepiness overtook me.