GRIM REAPER'S GIRLFRIEND
FOUR
You're not tired of roaming around that's not obvious?" jonathan asked, leaning against the wall. "Do you want a farewell or inspection?"
The drunk stared intently at Jonathan. "A life-seeking angel can't feel a father's feelings."
Jonathan smiled cynically. "If you realize you've become a father, you should stop getting drunk."
"That's my regret, can't stop it." The drunk stared dreamily at his wife who was hugging their toddler child while crying. "I'm sorry I made my wife and kids so hard."
"That's human. Sorry for the last."
"I can only see this sight for 40 days."
"39 days." Jonathan Correction.
The drunk turned around and looked at Jonathan. "Who's your name?"
"I-" Jonathan stopped his line. "I'm just a life-rowing angel."
The drunk looked back at his wife and son. "My name is Chairul, people used to call me Irul."
"I know that." Jonathan raised his right palm and showed it to Irul. "Your name is in my hands." After showing it, Jonathan put his right hand in the coat pocket.
"It's not hot to wear a robe that thick?" asked Irul who saw Jonathan wearing a long robe with a shirt on the back.
"Angels will not feel heat. You don't feel the heat, do you?" Jonathan is deliberately wearing a long robe today for the sake of fashion.
Irul thought for a moment, looking around the room that was already crowded with mourners in black. The women occasionally fanned themselves while the men rubbed their faces with their sleeves.
"I don't feel the heat" murmured Irul in surprise.
"You should read the holy book."
Irul grunts rudely. "Gini, my gini is already khatam. The promiscuity is why it's such a gini."
"Yes, yeah. Still want to go around giving a sign?"
Irul. "No, I just want to see my wife and kids."
Jonathan nodded briefly and disappeared from in front of Irul. The next job is waiting .
Jonathan stood at the door of the open kitchen and entered, he saw that papa Andrea was eating a fruit snack while browsing in front of the laptop while his mistress was sitting in the room browsing as well.
Jonathan shook his head in disgust. Ah, it turns out that it's now at papa Andrea's house.
Suddenly I heard the cry of Papa Andrea. "Yes! There's a car for sale cheap."
Ina – cheating name papa Andrea. The road approached her husband. "Where?"
Her husband showed it in front of the laptop. "Enter?"
"Yes, cheap. Buy tah?"
"Buy again?"
"The money is enough."
Jonathan looked at the scene with a slick look. He recalled Andrea's insistence, 'Papa would rather buy a car than finance Andrea's school.' The words are on his head.
His fellow life-depriving angel patted him on the shoulder. "Not those who will be the next target, soon both will come."
"Two?"
"Party-wife also." His friend saw a clock on his arm. "An hour, can you replace me for a minute? I'm going to see the boss."
Jonathan nodded. "Yes." Yeah."
"Well, congratulations, you finally know your name."
Jonathan smiled. "Thank you."
His friend smiled and disappeared in front of Jonathan.
Jonathan leaned against the wall of this family home, he looked around the room that looked like an office. In a corner, a two-pointed girl sitting at a large table was typing something on a new-looking laptop, then in front of the girl was a boy who was playing games with his big laptop.
Jonathan sighed smirkily, sitting cross-legged in the corner of the room.
"Khansa, what do you want to eat, son?" ask father.
"FISH HEAD eaters!" Khansa with spirit.
"You are masakin now." His father took off his glasses while his wife - Andrea called it an affair because papa Andrea was not yet divorced with her mother legally reading the article her husband appointed.
Jonathan grunted violently. "Don't you know that your legal wife just wants to eat hard!"
Jonathan remembered Andrea's words when he was going to sleep.
'I am not saddened by my father's life now with his affair and his children but I am sad - I am sad because he has thrown me out of his life.'
Jonathan followed the father into the kitchen and saw the scene that made his chest tight. The kitchen is directly related to the garage containing the car and the father cooks for his son.
Jonathan always thought, has this man ever cooked for his daughter? no, Andrea wasn't as sentimental as that. If Andrea used to be concerned about it but now? it looks like Andrea is starting to become immune.
Jonathan sat on a ladder made of wood, above which he peeked at this maid ironing a pile of clothes. "Even they have helpers."
Jonathan took a breath. "Andrea, if you see all this, there you cry out loud."
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Andrea's ears buzzed to the right, unconsciously Andrea scraped her ears. "Well, who told you about me?"
Aya glanced at Andrea who was busy taking notes at the break. "A life-rowing angel sure."
Andrea looked at Aya's annoyance. "The mouth is yes."
Aya hurriedly closed her mouth. "Sorry, let go."
Andrea continued to write notes from the board to her book.
"So you know what the name of the angel who took the life is?"
"Yes, look." Andrea points the ring finger of her left hand.
Aya squinted her hand at Andrea's ring finger. "Know that your palm is white."
Andrea frowned. "Can't you see the inscription on my ring finger?"
"What is the writing?"
"The name of the angel who took life."
Aya pulled Andrea's left hand and researched while occasionally rubbing Andrea's left ring finger palm. "Unseen, what's his name? what's the writing anyway?"
"Jonathan Henry I?" read Aya, "like the name bule?"
"The name of bule."
"Could a bule be a tumbar?"
"I don't know exactly the story because all I heard was some kind of whisper of 'he's our son' and then the name of the angel who took his life, actually there are many whispers but mixed and not very clear what I caught some."
Aya nodded. "I don't understand your story, but it might happen."
Andrea buttressed with chin. "I'm going back and forth to be the fiancee of this angel slap one."
"Don't that, it's your future husband anyway."
Andrea looked suspiciously at Aya. "You defend him. I'm your friend, you should defend your friend at least support my statement cake."
"I've always supported you, but that doesn't mean I support bad things. You've chosen, it's not good to back off now let alone have some kind of name on your ring finger. Not really, I guess a ring or something."
Andrea shrugged both of her shoulders. "Maybe the angel of the lifethrower doesn't recognize the concept of ring exchange."
"Yes, it's leles."
"How do you want to go now?"
"What's the matter?"
"Ah, you know ah."
"Yes, the child. It's getting less clear, clear talk let me understand."
"Bodo very!"
"Anyways, if there's anything obligatory to talk to me! You also have to go forward, don't back down. All choices are always risky, so you don't want to move forward!" firmly Aya.
"Yes, Miss Ustadzah."
"Aldrea, Aya. You guys haven't finished writing the notes?" asked Nina who was sitting on the bench next to Andrea.
"I did, but Andrea hasn't." Aya pointed at Andrea with her chin.
"For a very long time, otherwise the intention does not need to take notes." Nina laughs.
"Yes a long time ago, the notes were all arabic. Try it if not the arab is finished from the beginning." Andrea rolled her eyeballs.
"My trust's been bought?"
Nina gave one bowl of fried noodles to Andrea, as well as Aya. "How's your business Ndrea?"
"Which business? Which fried rice or toast?" asked Andrea while trying to finish her notes.
Nina laughed out loud. "Two-duanyalah, you haven't brought fried rice and toast in a week."
"You want? tomorrow I bring it." Andrea bargained.
"You know, I ordered the fried rice for 1 pack." Nina's Message.
"I'm toast." Message Aya.
"What do you want to taste the toast?" asked Andrea, her hands and eyes remained focused on the notebook and the whiteboard.
"What taste is it?"
"Brown and butter-sugar taste."
"Just have a chocolate."
"Sip." Andrea lifted one of her thumbs.
"By the way you've heard yet that Carla's IPS kid is pregnant?"
"Huh? Seriously?!" exclaim Aya.
Nina nodded. "Yes, and you know who the father is?"
"Who?" ask Aya curiously.
"Friends of our class. Gosher!"
"What?!" yup, Aya and Andrea together.
"Positive his father Angga?" ask Andrea.
"Yes and he said he wanted to be dropped." Nina ate the nuts.
Andrea rubbed her stomach. "It's a pity to be aborted, pity the baby."
Aya saw Andrea acting sentimental. Aya knows the cause, the angel of life is the child stolen from his mother's womb. "No fear of sin, yes" murmured Aya.
"I'm horrified by his shadow, if it is not able to have children to do the forbidden thing that is." Andrea rubbed her stomach.
Nina glanced at Andrea's stomach. "You pregnant?"
Andrea glanced at Nina. "No! Who's the playmate? You?"
Nina patted her stomach and the table while exclaiming, "Amit-amit baby!"
"You're a weird thing, I as a woman also heard a baby in the womb and innocent will be aborted, will it hurt!" yates exclaimed in annoyance. "In addition it must be sad that the baby was not expected to be born."
"Yes, sorry. You ngusap the stomach just as we talk gini so be it." Nina laughs.
"His parents know?" ask Aya.
"It's crazy that their parents both know! Instead they both want to abort the baby so that it is not caught by their parents!" Nina said.
Aya and Andrea glanced at each other meaningfully. In their heads they both wondered, where did the baby go? To Heaven? Or is there another process?
"That's a huge shock in the IPS class" Nina said.
"You nasehatin gih Nin, who knows they changed their minds" Aya advised.
"Beh, where do they want to go? There's maki me! Last week, I was talking about the way they were dating and even angry to say pretentious," refused Nina.
"Well, if they do not want to be advised, the rice has become porridge, they are also sinful." Andrea put the ballpoint pen down in frustration, "Well, you're the one who took note, I totally gave up!"
Aya took Andrea's notebook and wrote. "Eat him read it."
"Udah," chirped Andrea. "Read the comic every day."
Aya rolled her eyeballs.
