GRIM REAPER'S GIRLFRIEND
END III
3 months later. Balinese.
Andrea and Jonathan will have a wedding in Malang but previously Andrea and the family met with Jonathan's brother and his wife in Bali. Because of their busy lives, Andrea Andre and mama visited as well as vacation, Jonathan's parents had died due to a plane crash, his grandfather moved to England with his uncle and aunt Jonathan in an unexpected way Jonathan's family was very friendly and kind.
After visiting the family, Jonathan takes Andrea and Andre to a simple house. "where is this?"
Jonathan took a breath. "You know my brother's a doctor, he left me the medicine for a patient."
Andrea closed her nose, a foul smell rippling around the house.
"You're in the car if you can't stand it, I'm just a minute anyway Andre also choose in the car." Jonathan pointed at Andre with his chin.
Andre's coming down. "You what is this?"
"There's a problem with his physique to rot, you two really want to come in?" jonathan asked while knocking on the fence.
Andre covered his nose with a mask, then gave it to Andrea. "No papa, all body strain. Oh my God, wearing a mask still smells piercing."
Andrea almost nauseated. Fortunately, he did not eat breakfast this morning.
A veiled woman opened the fence and let the three of them in, Andrea lowered her head to protect her nose. So did Andre, they both walked hand in hand holding clothes.
"Sorry, it's a bit messy."
"No papa. It's medicine from my brother." Jonathan gave the woman medicine.
"Thank you, it just so happens that the cure is running out. Want to see my husband?" ask the woman.
"No, thank you. Poor my future wife is a little sick from this morning." Reject Jonathan.
"Oh, I have a wife." The woman was self-absorbed, Andrea knew because she often met customers like this.
Andrea raised her head and frowned.
"Sorry yes smell, I'm busy. right home already stink gini, there may be dead rats here." Tell that woman.
Laughter in her ear, Andrea looked for the source of the voice and she found the angel she knew was sitting on the stairs that had not been painted, the angel leaned over while holding her stomach, he laughed out loud.
"Why..."
The angel raised his index finger in front of his lips. "I deliberately showed myself, don't say a word if you don't want to be considered a madman!"
Andrea nodded slowly.
"This foul smell comes from your papa, Andrea. For many years he hid his corruption until the Almighty made him bring out all that rottenness." The angel pointed to the wall clock, "I'll have to take his life soon, you want to see how sick your papa is when his life is taken away?"
Andrea glanced at the nauseous Andre.
"Andrea, it's not that I'm pretentious to hunt you, but remember, humans can't take revenge even if it's on papa who's hurt you. Remember, your sustenance is now abundant because your sincerity gives up all the goods that your father has taken to the Top, do not let revenge close everything. This is your last test."
"Last test? You mean condition 7?" exclaim Andrea.
Jonathan looked. "Ndrea, why you baby?"
Andrea shook her head, she was sitting limp on the floor. How do you deal with people who have hurt themselves? For an item, indeed Andrea can be sincere because it will return to God but what about the treatment so far? "Ni."
Andre's face stiffened staring at the room in front of him. "Did this stench come from papa?"
Andrea surprised. "Ni."
"Seeing from the attitude of the mother, and the face of the cheap woman in front of Andre... " Andre took off his mask, the woman was surprised. "Andre can guess it came from papa."
"Papa? You guys still have papa? Why don't you tell me?" Jonathan squatted down beside Andrea.
"Because..."
"Mom!" Jerk Andre.
Andrea was silent, she closed her mouth.
"Andre! Don't snap at your sister!" Jonathan Exclamations.
Andrea shook her head, she held Jonathan's arm. "Andre's right. We shouldn't be talking about this in front of papa."
The angel whistled. "The wise decision."
Andre opened the closed door wide and walked away, lamenting that they heard a groaning sound of pain in the room.
Andrea could not bear to hear that. It was painful in his heart, not in his ears.
The woman was about to close the door in anger but Jonathan held her hand. "I don't know what's going on, it's not wise to close the door when the kids are going to talk."
"Thank you brother." Andre sighed.
Jonathan nodded.
Andre sat down in front of the door, as did Andrea. The two of them tried to resist the pungent smell.
"Pa's." Andrea opened her eyes, "how many years have we not called you papa?"
Andre took a breath.
"Young Andrea always blamed papa for throwing us away and choosing papa's affair, papa didn't even want to meet us, blaming us even sending us hurtful messages. What was on our minds when we were kids.What was our fault?" Andrea held her sister's hand. "Papa always talks in front of people that we are naughty, we cannot be educated and we have nothing to do with papa anymore."
Andre looked down and cried.
"Pa, why is papa like that? why would you rather raise us with insults and mockery than affection?" Andrea lowered her head in sadness, trying to hold back her emotions. "Why don't you ever think of us? Our feelings?"
"Pa. What Andrea said is true, why papa chose such a life, even papa changed mbak life with papa pleasure. Know what Andre thought about when he told the story? Andre's hatred is growing." Andre.
"Ni." Andrea patted his grasp.
"But, if it wasn't like that maybe.bak Andrea wouldn't have gone to Paris, wouldn't have met Jo and Andre wouldn't be right now." Andre smiled at Andrea, "pa, very sad indeed we mengikhlaskan papa when we have not returned all that papa did but. we will not reply."
"If you want to go, we're sincere." Andrea Timpal.
"Andrea." The angel nodded.
Andrea raised her head, the angel was already standing behind her and looking down at her. "It's time soon, go. You don't want to hear screams, do you?"
"Don't hurt papa." Please Andrea.
The angel breathed. "Depending on how great his sin was, he not only sinned against his children and his much larger wife. Go along. hmmm... Jonathan?"
Andrea looked at her husband-to-be. "The name is Jonathan."
The angel laughed. "Hopefully be happy, and this is my wedding gift to you and Jonathan. It looks terrible." Yeah."
Andrea shook her head, she stood up and faced the angel. "Thank you, this is a gift I will never forget."
The angel wiped his tears. "No need to say goodbye, I'll make sure that I take your life. Relax, if it's you, I'll give you a painless discount."
Andrea laughed.
"Darling, is something funny?" jonathan asked who looked around in horror.
""Ah, no. Just remember something."
Jonathan looked at the room behind Andrea, "so is it true papa you're there?"
"Yes." Yeah." Nod Andrea.
"May I meet?" ask Jonathan.
"Eh." Andrea was surprised by Jonathan's request.
"Let it be your papa, however," Jonathan embraced the shoulders of Andrea and Andre who were already standing. "We pray together here and you two get in the car, let me meet my future in-laws."
"But it stinks." Said Andre.
"I don't know, let's pray together." Jonathan looked down, as did Andre and Andrea. Finished praying Andre and Andrea got into the car while Jonathan stood beside papa Andrea.
Papa Andrea turned weakly to Jonathan.
Jonathan sighed, he kissed papa Andrea's hand and knelt beside the bed. "My name is Jonathan, I'll marry your daughter."
The old man looked at himself sadly.
"I am a photographer, a job that is not luxurious but enough to finance the life of my son and wife later. Will you bless me?"
The old man nodded slowly.
"You know, my great-grandfather always told me before going to bed. He showed me a picture of a little boy who looked like me. My great-grandfather always said, it is likely that I will correct the mistake of my grandfather who left the woman he loved cruelly. Maybe that's why there's no history of divorce in our family even of betrayal, because they were educated by our ancestors to cherish love." Jonathan grimacing. "Are you sorry for throwing away love?"
The old man blinked.
"Hm. you seem to have high self-esteem." Jonathan nodded in understanding then sighed. "I love your daughter so much, I promise I won't leave her. I don't want her to have the same feelings when she was little, I don't want to be you. Please don't misunderstand my words."
The old man looked at Jonathan.
"I'll make sure Andrea is safe with me. Thank you for everything you have given Andrea, I am grateful to have met Andrea." Jonathan stood up and said goodbye to the woman. "Maybe this is the last time I met with papa Andrea, I don't need to ask for your blessing. See you soon."
Jonathan got out of the house and was about to get into the car. He frowned, the stench had already begun to diminish.
"What's not talking?" andre asked as Jonathan got into the car.
"much. The point is to ask for blessing." Jonathan started the car.
"Do you know the meaning of the word blessing? Brother Jonathankan American bule." Andre who was sitting at the back advanced his body forward.
Jonathan laughing. "It's a lot to learn, so no wonder."
Andrea stared sadly at the simple house, "since when did papa become a patient of brother Jo?"
"I don't know, my brother said the illness is hard to cure." Jonathan runs his car.
"What's he hurting?" ask Andrea.
"Complications, exactly don't ask me. ask my sister." Jonathan replied, "who were you talking to?"
Andrea sighed. "Not with anyone." After that he realized about the seventh condition. "God! How could I forget." The screech.
"Why?" jonathan and Andre asked at the same time.
"Condition! That was the seventh condition!" Andrea Exclamations.
"What do you know about the seventh condition?" ask Andre.
"That's why I forgot to ask, my God, I can forget which was the last time we met." Andrea patted her forehead.
"What condition is it? Java? I still have something to fill, right?" jonathan did not understand.
Andrea and Andre sighed together.
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A week later Andrea and Jonathan had a private wedding reception in a private building owned by one of Jonathan's families, after which they both honeymooned to Lombok.
Jonathan sat quietly looking at the night sky, Andrea hugging him from behind. "Silence from now on, my husband."
"Hmmm. You know I don't feel deja vu at our wedding."
Andrea's heart was pounding hard. "Design vu what?"
"It seems I've seen you wear a wedding dress but the dress is completely different. Why yes? As if we've met before." Jonathan stared intensely at Andrea.
"Maybe it's a dream so deja vu."
