GRIM REAPER'S GIRLFRIEND

END I

Andrea traced some of the places she had been with Jonathan, photographing all the places. For some reason, Andrea felt a longing to look at everything at night rather than during the day like this.

Andrea smiled when she saw the lovers with a little child in this place, the bathhouse of the angels, where Jonathan asked for help. Without feeling Andrea's tears dripping.

"You lied, you said you'd always be with me, you said you wouldn't leave me and you said you'd pay for my fashion school. But until now you haven't shown up." Andrea muttered in a soft voice. "Angels are not forbidden to lie? sucks!"

Andrea wiped her tears and threw a stone under the waterfall. "If there really is a miracle, I want to hit her on the head even if it's for the last time." After praying, Andrea left the tourist area and got in the car.

Eight years later, he graduated from design school and decided to start a career as a designer from the bottom. Forgetting the father who had thrown it away somehow now and trying to forget what happened between him and Jonathan.

After Jonathan disappeared, he left behind three gold bars. If each is worth hundreds of millions. At first Andrea, mama and Andre were too afraid to wear it but once reading the letter under the golden rod, Andrea unhesitatingly wore it. The gold bar was melted along with his letters and then used to buy a simple house, the cost of Andrea and Andre's school and his mother's catering business.

A year mama's business is growing rapidly, she was schooled to France where her dreams by mama. Andrea is now a designer.

"Mrs Andrea. Someone wants to meet my mom." Andrea's assistant came to her car in the shop parking lot in a hurry.

"Who?"

"It's important ma'am, the rich get married." Assistant Andrea's

Andrea took her bag and sketches and went inside the shop with her assistant. He saw a woman smiling at him.

"Andrea?"

"Yes, I."

"I'm Stevie, I see the design of your party dress is very beautiful."

"Yet.."

"The cocktail, my cousin wears it, it's one of her favorite dresses."

Andrea nodded in understanding. "Thank God your cousin likes it."

"I like it too."

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's a little messy shop, we just opened here so..."

"Just go. I want you to design a wedding dress."

"Wedding dress?"

Stevie nodded and touched the large glass containing the wedding dress. "It's so beautiful, you made it?"

Andrea looked at the dress in the glass. The dress was the first dress she made, Jonathan's favorite dress, a pity that until now she never wore it. Short collared dresses, long sleeves, and wide skirts to the ankles. The sequins are just around the skirt while the tops are left plain. "It's my favorite dress."

"Your favorite?"

"This is my first dress."

"Have people ever used?"

"There's not yet."

"Then I want to wear this."

Andrea looked over, "yes?"

"This dress is simple but looks luxurious, I like it. Can I wear it? But if you have another sketch..."

Andrea shook her head. It's free that he maintains this dress, until anytime he won't be able to wear it. This is especially true for a long-lost man. "Please, we'll measure yes. Let me fix the size of the dress."

"Can."

Andrea's assistant who had been standing behind the two of them immediately measured it. Andrea almost cried when the dress was about to belong to someone else.

"It looks like Stevie's bu size isn't much different than my boss." Assistant Andrea said.

"Oh yeah?" Stevie twisted her body and compared it in the glass while occasionally looking at Andrea's body. "It is true when seen."

Andrea smiled.

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Andrea.bla..." Aya hugged Andrea. "it's been almost four years we haven't met."

Andrea returned the hug, "iyaaa..."

"Well married?"

"Yet. You must have done it."

"Well, at the beginning of your semester in France, I got married. I'm not coming, you're not coming,"

Andrea grimaced, "sorry, the return ticket was so expensive."

"Yes, anyway." Aya sighed, "but thank goodness you're fine now. I'm not like you used to be."

"I mean like I used to?"

"Well, you were shocked to lose your angel."

"I tried my best, he taught me everything. I thought that time exchanged was my life but it turned out to be my precious time with him."

"Maybe they judge your time together is worth more than your life." 

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"Andrea frowned seeing her mother and sister smiling mysteriously to herself from a distance. May the client that mama meant be here?

"Mama... Is this your client?" Andrea approached her mother.

"Mommy didn't believe it was you, but it was real. Your sister helped this mama mama. Your client is the bride?"

"Yes ma, my goodness, you know how we are together." Andrea felt guilty for being too busy.

"you help your mother, you're happy."

Andrea laughs. "Yes, hehehehe..."

"Have you seen the bride?"

"Women have been but men have not, the end of the, the arrogant men do not want to come to the tiny shop Andrea."

"His name is rich." Mama Andrea looked in admiration for Andrea's knee-length dress, "you're so beautiful today."

"Mama iiih's..." Andrea Erang. "Not funny!"

"Serious mom, no fun."

"What's the ride here?" Andre cut the cake in his hand. "The boy driving the car."

"Ye. I'm here by car."

"Small." Grieved Andre.

"His fault agrees." Andrea stuck out her tongue to tease her sister.

"But.." mama Andrea saw the bride entering the ballroom, "that dress is not your favorite dress? You always put it in your shop?"

Andrea followed my mom's line of sight, "iya ma, let it be... Andrea tried to do her best for Andrea's client."

"Including giving mbak's wedding dress?" ask Andre who knows a little about the history of the dress from Aya – minus the story about the angel of life.

Andrea hit Andre on the head. "Diem you, don't interfere!"

"Mama!" Andre Erang.

Mama Andrea stroked Andrea's back, "mama don't know how valuable your wedding dress is, but, mommy wishes you the best."

"Amen." Andrea and Andre said together.

After that the three of them saw the pleasure of the two brides dancing in the middle of the room with a mellow song.

CKREKS.

Andrea turned her head, a flash of flash surprising her.

"May I have your photo?"

Free Andrea replied, the man still photographed himself without permission. His eyes tried to avoid the flash of the photographer's camera.

"Hey! Why are you bothering guests?"

The photographer's head was hit. "I just want to take pictures of beautiful women."

Mama and Andre looked.

Andrea patted her eyes slowly to relieve the pain due to the camera's flash effect.

"Sorry, yes... Are you okay?"

Andrea. "I'm fine..."

"I'm Dino and this is my friend Jonathan, sorry son does not know this rule. That's why it's a little bit bengal." Said Dino while looking down embarrassed.

"What does America have to do with customs?" Jonathan complains, "can't a photo of a beautiful woman?"

"If you're a photo diem-diem no problem, but this.." whispered Dino while turning her back to Andrea.

Jonathan put Dino away and smiled. "My name is Jonathan, you..."

Andrea wavered, she saw a man who had never been forgotten until now. "A. A..."

"Andrea!" Andre replied quickly, "sorry yes, he is not the same as a Caucasian."

Jonathan tilted his head. "Hmmm. but I speak Indonesian you know, my great-grandfather used to live here so I learned from SD in America."

"Sd... in America?" I don't know why Andrea was disappointed. His face and voice even his name was similar but...

"Yes.. Is his name in Indonesia?" Jonathan asked Dino.

"Yes! Haduh pardon my friend yes, he's a bit clumsy indeed." Dino made a circular motion beside his head.

"Hey!" Jonathan did not accept.

So, isn't it Jo?. Andrea's face turned gloomy.

Jonathan who noticed Andrea's mood change immediately approached her and gave a handkerchief to Andrea. "Are you okay?"

Andrea refused the handkerchief and shook her head. "Yeah, I'ts okay."

Jonathan grew increasingly panicked to see Andrea's tears begin to drip. "Ah. ah. ah. doesn't seem to.. well..."

Mama stroked Andrea's back in a panic, "you why Ndrea?"

"Andrea's okay ma." Isaac Andrea.

Jonathan looked to his left, trying to find something. Dino who saw that so asked, "what are you doing Jo?'

"dither. I remembered something." Jonathan leaves them and approaches the bride.

"Is that a child?" Dino scratched his non-itchy head.

Andrea tried to wipe her tears with a tissue given by her mother, she did not want to damage her makeup. Suddenly a large stalk of nightly flowers appeared before him, Andrea glared in horror.

"God! Lo crazy! The boy of the one given the flowers of the night? It should be roses!" Dino ruffled his waist to see the behavior of his friend's snuggle.

Jonathan scratched his head, "this is the story of the generations of my family, we are of British descent who once lived in Indonesia. One of our ancestors fell in love with an Indonesian woman and she always gave the woman a nice night of flowers when she cried."

"Yes Gusti, your ancestor is also crazier. You know that no tasty flower that night usually made in the tomb otherwise it..."

"Make it in the wedding venue. Aye?" Jonathan smiled at the glaring Andrea.

"Sir!" Dino nudged Jonathan's arm. "She glared so shocked she was given a nice flower at night."

Mama rocked Andrea's body, "Ndrea! Ndrea!"

"Mas Joooo..." Yates screamed while hugging Jonathan's waist.

Jonathan raised both his hands in the air. "Well..."

"Mas Jooo..." Isak Andrea in Jonathan's chest.

"Ma, Andrea's gone crazy, ma." Brisket Andre.

Mama Andrea tried to take off Andrea's hands, "you instead of helping mama even make a shame gini! Leasin!"

Jonathan, Jonathan Andrea has returned even though he does not remember himself anymore even just in the form of his grandson.

"Mas Jo. Don't stay in Andrea anymore." Andrea raised her head, Andrea snot clinging onto Jonathan's shirt.

Dino shuddered in horror and then frowned. Jonathan got his karma, wanted to piss a pretty girl even a crazy girl.

Jonathan scratches his head cluelessly and cleans Andrea's nose with his handkerchief. "I don't know what you're talking about, you're hurting like everybody named Jonathan?"

Andrea shook her head and took off her arms, pointing at the night in Jonathan's hands. "Jo mas once gave a nice night to me when crying, he apologized for not knowing where the pickled roses were."

"Second, buy do..." Mama shut Andre's mouth and dragged him away.

Jonathan raised one of his eyebrows, "when? In America there is no good night."

"Not in England?"

"My great-grandfather moved to America, so we now live in America."

Andrea lowered his head, which is why Hero could not find Jonathan in England. Not his family lost but migrated to another country. "Oh, so."

"Why are you sad again?" Jonathan raises Andrea's chin. "Beautiful women cannot cry if crying is bad."

Andrea turned her eyes. "Let's be ugly."

Jonathan laughed, "listen, only this time do I meet a woman like you."

"As far as I am." Andrea said with a jealous tone. "Any huh?"

"It's not strange, I'm even more interested." Jonathan stretched out his hand to shake hands. "We know once again, my name is Jonathan Henry II."

Andrea gawking.

"My family said. My face is very similar to my ancestors who have been in Indonesia, that's why I was given a name like that... Jonathan Henry's second." Jonathan cengengesan.

Andrea smiled. "Is this reincarnation?"

"What?"

Andrea shook her head quickly. "No. My name is Andrea."

Jonathan raised one of his eyebrows. "Just Andrea?"

Andrea whispered in Jonathan's ear.

"Really?"

Andrea nodded slowly.

Jonathan smiled. "Hmm... Then you want to wait for me? I'm part time at Dino's."

Andrea nodded.

"Yes really."

"Yes." Yeah."

After that Jonathan ran to Dino. Mama Andrea who saw Jonathan was gone, approached Andrea.

"You know that bule?"

"No ma."

"Lho. You were hugging that loyalty."

Andrea tried to hold back her laughter. "Oh, Andrea thinks it's Andrea Abis's style is a lot like ma."

"Sampe is so warped, as a woman you should keep the dignity instead of hugging an unknown man." Mama hit Andrea's arm.

Andrea rubbed her hand. "Yes sorry ma, Andreakan insyaf."

"Insyaf is even picky. Udah, you now no work, help mama take care of this food. Poor little brother you're alone."

"Ready." Andrea replied with military respect, once again he turned to Jonathan who was photographing the couple.

Like my mother's advice, life flows like water. Sometimes we have to forget the past, forget the people who hurt us and forget the people who left us. Instead, there might be something better ahead of us if we try harder.

Andrea smiled sadly. Although Andrea had to lose the figure of the old Jonathan and meet the new Jonathan.

Andrea stared at the open ceiling of the building. Thank you God 

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