GRIM REAPER'S GIRLFRIEND

EARLY I

Aya went into the house om Re and prayed in her heart. May the rest of the power that Seroja gives be enough to see the angel. If he had been afraid to see angels, now not since he met Jonathan and his friend.

"Yes, why are you pacing back and forth?" ask me about Re.

Aya turned her head and almost shouted, om Re was standing in the middle of an empty room that had been filled with carpets. "Of!" call her in a slow tone and in disbelief..

"Lho's? Can I see om?" om Re pointed at himself.

Aya turned her left right so as not to be discovered, safe. Everyone is busy in and out of the kitchen. "Om, look at the angel who took your life?"

"How else are you looking for the angel of life? want to nemenin om?" om Re doesn't like Aya's questions.

Aya shook her head in panic. "It's not the time to joke, do you know where the angel is?"

"You are how, om instead of joking even wonder. No one's looking for life-looting angels everywhere."

"Of! just answer why? it matters!" Aya whinek.

"You're even snapping, om don't know! he ran off somewhere after telling me love time and" om Re lifted his leg and showed me the chain that wrapped around his leg. "Chain up o'm."

Aya scratched her non-itchy head.

"What are you looking for him for? want to die too?"

I ignored the question of Re. "When do you think you're back?"

Om Re shrugged both of his shoulders. "Where do you know, his friend?"

Aya let out an impatient breath. "A-"

"Why are you screaming there?" reprimand his mother while carrying a tray of tea, help her in the kitchen."

"Mom, Aya nginep here ya."

Aya's mother raised one of her eyebrows. "Well, do you want to stay here? It's with your father."

"Come ma'am, Aya still wants the same om Re." Please Aya.

"Huuuu lied! come, the first time the angel sought was the angel who took the life not me. No, no, no!" om Re lowered his thumb. Of course his appeal was not heard by anyone but Aya.

"No papa, ma'am." Please Aya.

"But you helped me." Aya's mother gave the tray to Aya. "Please to the gentlemen in front."

"Thank you ma'am." Aya cheered the pleasure then ran forward giving the tea tray, om Re followed Aya from behind out of curiosity.

"Why are you looking for the angel of life?" ask me, Re is curious.

Aya quietly did not answer, busy giving glasses to the fathers and went inside and gave his tray to the mother and took a tray containing tea that had been provided.

"Not answered. The kid doesn't know manners." Nod om Re.

Aya sighed and turned back. "Yes will not answer as long as there are people, Aya does not want to be thought of a madman!" then back to the front.

"If you wait until you answer, who knows you can help." Pouty om Re.

Aya sighed again then put a headset on her ear. "If you can answer the question" he whispered.

"Why are you looking for that monstrous angel?"

"There's business with him." Answer Aya.

"Yes, nduk?" ask father Aya. "What did you say nduk?"

Aya pointed at her headset. "See, call your coworker sir."

"Oh yeah, wes." Mr. Aya continued the story with other fathers.

"Now it's Aya's turn, what kind of angel is she?" aya asked as she placed the tea glass on the table.

"Try me to remember" Om Re stroked his chin. "Om doesn't really know the details but he wears an all-black robe, his head covered in a robe as well and-of his voice like a man's."

"Men? she said her name wasn't?"

Aya disappointed, looking for Jonathan is indeed 1:10. What if the one he's looking for isn't Jonathan or his friend? Aya tried to recall the characteristics of Jonathan and his friend.

"He didn't have a walking stick?"

"No, he raised his hand to handcuffs his feet."

Is it not Jonathan and his friend?

"She said no, where are you going?"

"She said she wanted to go somewhere."

"Something?"

"Oh yes. Handses! He scratches his hand constantly."

"Scratching hands?"

"Yes. He didn't tell me where the hell he was but he said gini- 'cause Seroja my hands itch!' it's." Om Re mimicked the words of the angel he met.

The seroja!

The name of Andrea's protector and who opened her inner eyes. Is that Jonathan? Aya's heart was pounding hard, lest Andrea be dead? Nope, no. Obviously Seroja brings Andrea's body into place, so-but if Jonathan is alive and Andrea is alive-his ritual-

Aya's head became dizzy. I had to meet the angel in person!

"If you meet, what do you do?" ask Re while whistling to see a sexy widow enter the house. "It's a shame the sexy one doesn't listen."

Aya looked at the astonishment om. "Feelings during life are not good."

Om Re grinned, his old face like back young and not sickly. "Jaim Yes, Jaim."

Aya rolled her eyeballs. "There's something I want to make sure of."

"Hoooo's a young man's secret."

"It's definitely not like o'm."

"Yes yes. It's your turn." Om Re invited Aya.

"If you meet that creature tell you to meet Aya."

"Who is om? you need it."

"If his angel sit on the roof of the temple when Aya goes there? besides Aya also does not know where he is and where now, who has business with him."

Om Re scratched his non-itchy head. "Oh yes, yes. Om forgot. I'll tell you later."

"Yeee-" Aya cheered softly. "Later Aya doain om go to heaven, Aya send a lot of prayers for om!"

"really right? promise?"

Aya raised her index and middle fingers to form 'V'. "Promise!"

Om Re laughed happily. "So this is how it feels to die." om Re saw people passing by in his house while carrying something. "When life does not come to visit, but so many die that come to pray for reward."

In my heart, Aya justifies the word om Re. During the rich, many come just say hello, so broke because of illness and wife and children leave him, no one to visit or care. The only ones who came were Aya's family and close neighbors who were concerned about the condition of om Re.

"When it used to be very much the same as Aya Re, every home from outside the city always brought souvenirs." Aya remembered that time. It was a wonder to remember the dead in front of him directly.

"Yes was also still cute at that time, om happy. It's just well-maybe om's too busy until wife and kids leave om." Om Re sighed sadly. "No one comes to talk, so dead - all just remember the good or bad om. It's true said old man of old times, waiting to die to be remembered for a while."

"Of."

"But om has no regrets about dying, it is human destiny to leave this world and unite with the earth." Om Re looked at Aya. "Don't repeat the same mistake as om."

"Yes, um." Aya nods and then freezes when she recognizes a familiar figure.

"Right, Seroja was not about his revenge" The black-hooded man walked out the door and avoided a young man coming inside while scratching his itchy hand. "Review, yes later!"