GRIM REAPER'S GIRLFRIEND
LIMA
"The aborted child usually goes straight to heaven. They will complain to God about what they experienced while in the womb."
Andrea looked seriously at Jonathan while hugging the head of her beloved Doraemon doll as usual. As soon as he saw Jonathan sitting relaxed in his room, he immediately told me about Carla the IPS boy who planned to abort his baby.
"Depending on the gestational age, if it is not wrong at the age of the sixth or seventh pregnancy, the baby is already blown by the spirit. Well if at that age aborted the Baby Jabang will complain loudly to God that he has been hurt."
"When before that age?"
"It is the angel of bad charity that acts."
Andrea rubbed her flat stomach. "That's a hell of a thrill."
"Of course, the punishment is heavy for the mother."
"Keep if you accidentally miscarry?" asked Andrea enthusiastically.
"Well, if that's the case. A miscarriage will be a way for the mother to go to heaven."
Andrea had a grim face. "What a pity, that man is. Uh, I'm not human either but-"
"Have it, humans will have their own nature so there is no need to be surprised by their irresponsible nature like that."
"Like papa-"
"Here you go, there's no need to talk about that person anymore. Now that you think about your future, don't expect too much from the person who dumped you."
"BUT HE'S ALREADY IN TOUCH"
"Mom!" Andrea's sister knocked on Andrea's room door.
Andrea wiggles Jonathan's body. "Hide away! It disappeared!"
Jonathan threw out Andrea's hand, "nobody can see me but you."
Andrea opened the door timidly. "Yes?"
"Andre borrowed his English dictionary."
Andrea picked up the dictionary on the study table and gave it to her sister quickly. "More."
Andre took. "Lately brother is very noisy, who's the same phone?"
Andrea shook her head. "Talk to yourself, regular, rehearsal to become an artist."
"Yes but don't scream. It's so annoying."
"Yes sorry."
Andre walks into his room facing the stairs down. Andre looked at his brother. "Tomorrow Andre bring school."
"Yes." Yeah." Andrea nodded and closed the door.
"Red. I don't look at it." Jonathan spread his hands wide.
Andrea stared intently at Jonathan. "What about the next condition?"
Jonathan stood up and this time he put on his coat. "That's tomorrow."
Andrea looked sadly at Jonathan. "Mas Jo isn't nginep?"
"Why? Wish I'd stayed over?"
Andrea puffed her cheeks. "Not really. Go!"
Jonathan spread his arms wide.
Andrea glanced at Jonathan. "What?"
Jonathan's two hands moved, hinting at Andrea approaching.
"We're not married yet." Andrea shook her head. "So you can't..."
"You just said it now?"
Andrea remembered what they did last night. Although only sleeping cuddled restricted to a thick blanket. Andrea cleared her throat and walked in doubt.
"One time yes."
Jonathan moved his hand back while still extending his hand.
Andrea stopped right in front of Jonathan's chest. This is not his first time but still stubborn as well if only the two.
Jonathan hugged Andrea stiffly.
Andrea returned Jonathan's embrace stiffly. "Mas Jo."
"Hm?"
"If the first condition that arises is fiancee? Are we engaged?"
Jonathan hugged Andrea tightly and dropped their bodies on Andrea's bed with Andrea on it.
"Aduuuhhh is so sadistic!"
Jonathan tilted both of them.
"Jo's shoes haven't been removed yet, coats have too." Andrea looked into Jonathan's green eyes.
"Sleep." Jonathan enveloped Andrea with one hand.
Hearing that soft voice somehow appeared drowsiness in Andrea's mind. "Good sleep." Andrea said after praying in her heart.
"Good sleep." Jonathan snapped his finger to turn off Andrea's room light.
"Yanda, tomorrow there's an assignment from the teacher, buy some paint." Rengek Ahmad - second son to his father.
Jonathan glanced briefly at the office room whose door was open, the office was connected into the living room of this house. After that he walked trying to find something that could be used as a clue.
He saw the man's affair, his wife who was now sitting down with her laptop.
"Yes! What are you again?" Exclaim the husband.
"Work!" Answer wife.
After that Jonathan came out of the room and looked around the room. "Where's the place?"
"What makes a life-loving angel roam here?"
Jonathan turned back, an old grandmother standing in front of the other room. "You know me?"
"Have you ever come here to take the life of this house's guest?"
"It's my friend's job, I just replace him."
The grandmother tapped her wand. "Life-lifters don't carry a sickle stick but a walking stick?"
"You're the waiter for this house?" Jonathan ignored the grandmother's sarcasm.
"I've lived in this house for a long time even before it was built and occupied by humans."
"That means you know a bad lustful man in his office?"
The grandmother smiled slanted. "I like him, he's full of lust that the devil likes."
Jonathan raised both eyebrows.
The grandmother pointed at the head of the human family with her staff. "The man always talked to his maid to leave her affair and remarry. A man full of lust, I heard he tried to subvert his daughter but failed. I wonder how that man is still alive today."
"That's what I want to know."
The grandmother looked suspiciously at Jonathan. "What's your name?"
"What?"
"Don't make me repeat it!"
Jonathan remained silent.
"The angel of the lifethrower who has a name." Guess the grandmother while squinting her eyes. "For what does a named angel of life go to a place that is not his duty?"
"It's none of your business!"
"I'll bet your boss doesn't know this."
Jonathan closed his eyes and sighed. "Don't let my patience run out."
"Did a demon slave who was now an angel have forgotten his manners?"
"We're not just angels." Jonathan held his hands behind his back. "Tell me about this family."
"Why am I helping a life-extracting angel?"
"Then I'll find out for myself." Jonathan walked straight past the old grandmother and looked at some suitcases in the closet.
"Is that daughter who can't be peppered is your fiancee?"
Jonathan turned back. "You-you"
"So right!"
"The angel of the lifethrower who has his name and fiancee. The news is widely circulated among us."
Jonathan thins his lips.
"I've met that boy, your fiancee. I tried to disturb him but failed. The protector is really strong."
"Have you ever met his patron?"
"Never." The grandmother looked at Khansa who was teaching her two sisters to learn. "I lost, her protector is very strong. It should be that a life-extracting angel like you can't touch that child either."
"But I touched it."
"No heart, no interest."
Jonathan laughed blandly. Creatures like them are very interested in it.
As if it could read Jonathan's thoughts, the grandmother continued. "I'm not interested in eating heart either."
Jonathan smiled.
"Well, I can't talk that way either while the story of the heart is spreading among us, of course creatures like you are very wary of us though... never a victim at all."
"good. Let's forget about it, now I'm looking for something."
"I'm not allowed to help an angel even if it's a life-seeking angel. Angels are our natural enemies." Grandma disappeared from sight.
Jonathan was upset. "Just wasting your time." He looked up at the pile of suitcases on top of the closet. One of the suitcases contained the person's collection.
Jonathan raised his hand up. "That's the collection but this isn't what I'm looking for."
"Yanda! Tomorrow's Sunday we take a walk to the beach." Excited one of the twins.
Jonathan looked.
"Yes." Yeah." Answer the father.
"Yanda paint it..." Ahmad Rengek.
"Oh... Why are you saying it now? Why not this afternoon?"
"Forgot."
"You have time to play the game but forget to do the task. It's like this, which store is open."
Jonathan glanced at the clock on the wall. It's ten o'clock at night.
"What, so buy a car?" Ask the wife.
"You try asking, you can be ugly." Answer the husband.
"I tried to call the sales, yeah." The wife pulled out her expensive phone.
Jonathan looked at their disgust and dropped all the suitcases on top of the cupboard before leaving from there.
Everyone turned to look at the suitcase that had fallen from the top of the wardrobe.
