GRIM REAPER'S GIRLFRIEND

FORTY TWO

"So right, the keris is back to its owner?" ask Jonathan's friend not to believe. "It's just that we're both twirling around indistinctly."

"From the results of the spin we also got important info." Sahut Seruni's.

"So what's your decision?" ask Aya to Jonathan, her friend and Seruni take turns. "I'm an ordinary man, I can't decide anything but at least I can do something."

"No need." Jonathan sat on the edge of Andrea's bed. "We can't keep protecting you."

Aya lifted the end of the scarf that was wrapped around and tied to her stomach. "But Seroja gave me this shawl, he said it could protect me."

Jonathan's friend narrowed his eyes. "If I look closely, the scarf looks like an angel's scarf."

Seruni. "This is not the time to talk about anything else."

Jonathan's friend's attention was distracted. "You're right."

Jonathan silently looked suspiciously at Seruni.

"I don't want to go, I want to help Andrea." Aya stared intently at Jonathan's friend. "You know how I feel, don't you?"

"Mh." Jonathan's friend becomes misbehaved when he suddenly becomes the center of attention. "Well"

"Well, if Ms. Aya insists, I will protect Ms. Andrea" Seruni said.

"But-" Jonathan's friend disagrees with Seruni's opinion.

"That problem is you, not us. I promised to protect Miss Aya anyway." Cut Seruni, "other than that it is very dangerous to leave Miss Aya unattended."

Jonathan raised one of his eyebrows.

Seruni looked at Jonathan. "Possibly your enemy knows about Miss Aya."

Jonathan's friend swore quietly.

"It's as if we don't have proper hiding anymore" said Aya.

"The only safe way is to take Miss Aya with us." Seruni's gaze turned to Aya. "So, shall we go to the king directly or to the owner of the keris?"

"Now that we have nothing to do with the king, it is best to go to the owner of the keris."

"In other words, we're not ready to face the king yet?" ask Aya.

"of course. How could we suddenly come to his king without any preparation." Friend of Jonathan.

"good. Then we leave now" said Seruni

"Now?" ask Jonathan's friend.

"Sure, we can't waste time." Seruni nodded seriously.

"Are you sure you'll be strong, after a period of healing?" ask Jonathan's friend to Jonathan.

Jonathan nodded steadily. "I've had enough rest."

Aya pulled Seruni's hand and whispered in her ear. "What about Andrea? is she okay?"

Seruni smiled gently to calm Aya down. "All right, he's with His Majesty."

Aya heaved a sigh of relief.

"You know the young lady with His Majesty, why are you asking that?" ask Seruni curiously.

Aya bit her lower lip. "I'm sorry if I don't believe it. I just want to make sure."

Seruni was about to ask, but his attention was turned to Jonathan's friend who asked Jonathan.

"You know where Andrea's real father is?" ask Jonathan's friend.

Jonathan nodded slowly.

"They're not in his house!" sahut Seruni's.

Jonathan and his friend turned to Seruni.

"He and his family are camping, Your Majesty and the young lady are currently there." Seruni said with a calm tone. "Holding hands together, I'll take you all there."

Jonathan and his friend looked at each other doubtfully then held hands, Seruni's right hand held Aya's hand while his left hand pulled Jonathan's.

Aya held the hand of Jonathan's friend without hesitation.

Seruni closed his eyes and before long the four of them moved.

Andrea sat hugging both knees while looking at Seroja's actions from a distance in the forest. Seroja floated closer to the group of happy-looking families among other visitors.

Andrea smiled, imagining being there with both her complete parents and her sister. But baby, that's the thing that's never gonna happen.

Without feeling the tears Andrea began to drip.

His memory of his father was only up to the age of 10. No, less than that, because you work more. Little Andrea never questioned that, the important thing was that she could meet the father on Sunday, because Sunday they usually take a walk or learn to ride a bike.

Andrea shook her head violently.

Why do they remember memories of the past? But my father did such a cruel thing to him.

Andrea suddenly remembered her time in Bali. There is no face of evil and deceit, which is the tender face of a father who has long forsaken his son.

Andrea placed her head between her knees while covering her ears with both hands. "Stop!" yells slowly. "Don't make me remember it."

The memory is back. When you laughed, on a whim, made dinner for Andrea even bribed her.

"Please, don't make me a criminal." His whisper. "Father is the evil one, you have thrown us away, you want me dead as a baby."

But what is said is different from what is thought. Andrea said evilly about dad but her mind suddenly recalled the sweet memories.

Andrea raised her head with her eyes.

Nah! it's wrong!

A kidnapping? it's insane!

It's the same as what my father did!

Andrea ran down the small hill and approached them. Seroja must be stopped immediately!

With all her might Andrea ran over, trying to avoid those passing by and looking at her in wonder.

Andrea did not realize that she was currently wearing a pink kebaya dress with a wide white skirt patterned below the knee, her face was polished beautiful Seruni while she slept, and she was still sleeping, making some men whistle as Andrea runs past them, coupled with Andrea's sexy body.

Andrea who was running, was surprised to see Seroja's right hand appeared a long sword. Nah!

No one saw Seroja's figure even as Seroja was about to draw his sword right behind Andrea's father who was sitting crouching in front of the fireplace with the four children, young wife and both employees.

"STOP!!!"

Everyone who was around turned to Andrea.

"I beg you, stop it." Pinta Andrea sobbing.

Mahmud, surprised by Andrea's appearance, stood up.

"Don't do that." Gel Andrea to Seroja.

Ina who was sitting in front of the tent facing the fireplace suddenly stood up and frowned at Andrea. "Whenever you come here?"

Andrea ignored Ina's question, her eyes fixed on Seroja. "I can't, we better forget it."

"I don't want to lose you Andrea." Seroja raised his sword high.

"Seroja." Call Andrea, "but I don't want to lose my real father either."

Seroja's hand stopped, she looked at Andrea. "He's been mean to you."

"I know." Reply Andrea.

Ina approached her husband while her four children stared in wonder at Andrea. "God! Why are you here?!"

Andrea's gaze turned to the woman. "Who are you?"

"It's good even-"

"Can there be a difference between asking nicely and saying rudely?" ask Andrea. "Even fools know how you're doing."

"You-you"

"Why did you come here? you following us?"

This time it was Mahmud, Andrea's father who asked.

Andrea ventured to look at her biological father, all this time she was always afraid to face her father. "Andrea wants to ask."