GRIM REAPER'S GIRLFRIEND

TEN

Jonathan stood behind Irul, watching him. It's 40 days, it's time to say goodbye. Irul repeatedly enters into the dream of his wife and parents to say goodbye and sign with a little help Jonathan.

Irul cried when he saw his wife teaching him last night to pray for him, while his drunken friends and judges did not show themselves in the slightest. Once Irul was curious and asked Jonathan to see his friends.

His friends instead remained gambling and drunk without him, occasionally laughing at him who died of stealing. From there Irul cried sad to have a friend like this and regretted it.

"It's over?" ask Jonathan.

Irul nodded, his eyes puffy. "Yes." Yeah."

"At twelve o'clock. Be prepared."

Irul nodded again.

Jonathan looked at Irul and smiled. "Not to be afraid, the torment is painful but your family prays you to this extent to ease your torment."

"Don't scare me," isak Irul.

"How else, during his life you were like that."

"You want to accompany me?" Irul clasped Jonathan's long robe.

"No, my job is to send you."

Irul stared at Jonathan. "I'm scared."

One of Jonathan's eyebrows shot up. Most of the people he met like this, living in the world like thugs, were so scared to death like children and even crying. "Not to be afraid."

"Sickness doesn't get torture?" ask Irul.

Jonathan shook his head. "I don't know."

Iru saw his wife again. "It seems ready not to be ready to be ready. By the way thank you for taking me to Bali, it was my first time."

"You just came to the house"

"But still it's Bali right, stepping on the land I never. Ah, I'm a spirit huh-"

Jonathan patted Irul on the shoulder. "Don't regret what happened. It's your choice."

Irul. "If I'm a rich man, even if I don't regret it, this boro-boro becomes a rich man, just die for stealing chickens."

Jonathan grimaced amusedly.

Andrea's phone rang, without Jonathan consciously picking it up. "Hello?"

"Hello, Andrea?"

Jonathan cursed in his heart. Why did he pick up Andrea's phone. Jonathan walked away from Irul and sat on the roof of the house. "Sorry, Andrea's phone carried me."

Shut up, no answer. Jonathan looked at the phone screen twice to make sure there was someone across. "Hello?'

"This-this is Jonathan?"

Jonathan frowned. Is there a friend who knows Andrea until the phone on his fiance's mobile phone? "This-who?"

"Geez, time forgot anyway? who are dating both. Well, I can't see the angel taking lives." There was a cheerful chattering across.

Jonathan tried to remember.

"Duh, don't you remember that yet?"

Jonathan remembered now. "It's Aya, huh?"

"Yupz. Hehehehe, finally being able to talk to the sampeyan."

"Uhm, anything to say?"

"Ah, it's not just something that doesn't matter. Tomorrow at school, eh-soyan have a cell phone too?"

"No. Wh why? I will not cheat!"

"No, not that!" Aya shouted loudly on the phone, "Soal if there's anything with Andrea and can't be contacted so can call there."

"I don't have any man-made things." Lying Jonathan.

Aya laughed out loud. He knows Jonathan's lies."Oh, so. Well, greetings to Andrea yes-"

Jonathan disconnects the phone and puts Andrea's phone back in her pants pocket. "What the hell is this kid."

"His boyfriend?"

Jonathan was surprised, Irul was already standing at the back. "Well, are you here?"

"It's 12 at night soon."

Jonathan looked at his watch.

"She didn't have any man-made things." Syndir Irul's.

"You hear?"

Irul nodded. "From the beginning."

Jonathan raised both eyebrows and smiled, raising his right hand. "Time to go."

"Wait on! Waitaminute! I didn't hear! I assume I didn't hear! I still want to be here for a minute!"

Jonathan lowered his right hand.

"I just want to ask if I can talk to my wife?"

"In the dream already."

Jonathan shook his head, Irul sighed and went downstairs. "alright. I saw my daughter first."

"It's 30 minutes left!" exclaim Jonathan.

Irul waved his hand without looking.

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Andrea stared at the clock of her room wall. Twelve o'clock in the evening the angel had not yet come, but tomorrow morning, Andrea ran downstairs and into her mother's room, whose door was wide open.

"Ma."

Mama Andrea who had opened a cooking magazine turned to her son. "What's wrong, mbak?"

"Andrea won't go to school tomorrow."

"Why indeed?"

"Tomorrow no lessons, Andrea was lazy to go to school but my mother still wrote her permission to go to school." Please Andrea while approaching her mother.

Mama Andrea sighed. "Yes, tomorrow you make a license, but tomorrow you help me."

"What do you want tomorrow?"

"Clean-clean darling. This house is going to be sold to Bude."

"What?"

"We need to get ready to move on."

Andrea bit her lower lip. "Certainly we want to live where ma is?"

"Say bude you anyway maybe we move to Jakarta, mas you are also married, need money to buy a house with his wife." Mama Andrea stroked her son's hair. "But mom says we stay in Malang. Later we find a contract or boarding, mama think of your school and Andre."

'Mas' is meant by mama is a bude boy, Andrea's cousin.

"When do we move?"

"If this house has been sold, we move. So help mama clean and throw away things that are not needed."

Andrea nodded in understanding. "But tomorrow send a license to the school ya ma."

"Who are you sending to?"

"There's a meeting later Andrea please." Suddenly Andrea remembered the phone, "Gosh, you see Andrea's phone?"

Mama Andrea shook her head, "no, some days you don't see you holding a cell phone."

Andrea tried to remember. "Hm, try Andrea find her in the room, who knows the sprain."

Mama Andrea nodded. "Yes, you sleep there so tomorrow can-"

"Andrea wants to stay up late ma, want to learn so ask permission not to go to school." Cut Andrea while trying to show her best smile.

"Don't be too early in the morning to sleep"

Andrea nodded. "OK!"

"Please close your room, mommy's cold."

Andrea closes her mother's room and goes up to her room, before she sees Andre from her bedroom window being seriously working on a pr. Andrea asked inwardly if Andre knew about this house. As Andrea was about to knock on Andre's room, she saw Jonathan standing at the door of his room and showing his cell phone in hand.

Andrea smiled broadly after holding her phone back. "Where are you from?"

"I'm even surprised some days you don't look for your phone and even forget where this phone is." Jonathan ruffled Andrea's hair.

Andrea glanced at Andre's tightly closed room and his mother's room which was also closed, after which pushed Jonathan into the room. "What time did you think it was? Almost one in the morning."

Jonathan looked around the room. "Well, I have a job, 12pm after 40 days is the limit for sending spirits. No sign of an ex-dog, you clean up?"

"Mama who cleans, mama is so diligent." Andrea sat on the bed, "so what about the third condition?"

Jonathan looked at Andrea. "You want to do it now?"

"Now?"

Jonathan nodded. "Tonight, it'll be your birthday soon so we'll have to move fast."

Andrea stood facing Jonathan, "So, what should I do?"

Jonathan took off his robe, "Today we're heading for someone's house."

Andrea looks up. "Whose house?"

Jonathan took a breath. "Papa's house."

"Ap-"

"The third condition is to find the keris that made your father exchange his life for your death."

Andrea's head was suddenly dizzy, her legs were trembling. He will go to the house of the man who has ruined his family's life. "But why"

"Today I went many times to your papa's house to find out the cause at once where the kris is, but it seems to have to be with you." Jonathan's eyes turned to Andrea's protector standing at the same spot, Jonathan got a nod in agreement even though Jonathan guessed that Andrea's protector objected.

"Come on." Jonathan stretched out his right hand, while his left hand was hidden backwards.

Andrea gulped and looked into Jonathan's green eyes, "How about telling someone else or us to use skype?" Andrea asked as she lifted her phone.

Jonathan shook his head.

Andrea sighed in surrender and looked at Jonathan's outstretched hand. "All right."