GRIM REAPER'S GIRLFRIEND

THE LITTLE ANDREA WITH HER GRIM REAPER III

Days change day, months change month and years change year. Every day Jonathan always comes to see Andrea's condition despite being busy. Jonathan knows, the days Andrea turned to hell, Andrea grew into a whiny child. Andrea was actually strong, she had no problem insulting or ignorant people, but she always used the opportunity to cry.

And the sentence that was always repeated was always heard in the middle of her small cry. "Why was I born? What's Andrea's fault until papa's? Why can't you help Andrea?"

Jonathan was sad to see the condition, he could not bear to tell Andrea that the father had thrown himself away since he had not been born, exchanging his life for his daughter's life.

Every sleeppun Andrea always imagine papa pick her up and live together in a small kingdom, not what tiny house that is important can live a family. Andre's sister was the same, even though she never revealed it, she always missed her papa.

Jonathan finds Andrea locked up in a room when the house is empty, his mother goes shopping for a while out. Andrea sat on the floor hugging her knees, her head propped up on her knees. The phone is not far from Andrea. Jonathan read without touching it.

"You always beg me. You are a beggar!" Jonathan read the text quietly with a sigh, suddenly he felt his cloak being pulled.

"Om going?" asked Andrea without changing her position while her hand pulled Jonathan's robe.

"Can you see me?"

"Now can." Isaac Andrea. "Don't go."

Jonathan sat down beside Andrea. "Who sent that text?"

"Papa. I asked for tuition, I've been Junior High." Isaac Andrea. "But it's even answered like that."

Jonathan pulled Andrea's head over his shoulder. "Look, I'm here."

"Andrea wants to quit school." Isaac Andrea.

"Don't talk like that, your mama will be sad."

"I don't want to make my mom sad."

"Sorry, I can't help you."

"Nothing."

Jonathan racked his brain looking for ideas, "what if you sell? Dulukan you sell krupuk with your sister."

Andrea raised her head, her eyes swollen from crying. "What kind of sales?"

"What a thing."

Andrea pondered. "Let's try to think about it."

Jonathan patted Andrea's head slowly. "That's the new Andrea I know."

"Today's my birthday, om don't love anything?"

"Why do you ask her to be like me?"

"Because it's only you I can talk to, can you ask for something?"

"What?"

"Can you remove this bumbling eye?" Andrea pointed at his eyes.

Jonathan laughed, "that's all?"

Andrea nodded.

"All right."

After giving a gift to Andrea, Jonathan works, he stands in front of the dreamy old man in his room, Jonathan frowned. He walked into the living room of the house. To her surprise, she saw father Andrea laughing with his mistress and her young son.

"I am now in Bali already successful, money can also be tens of millions. So I, PNS is whatan..the work is not clear, the salary is also small." Mahmoud laughed in front of his brother. "Example my wife that, the Australian graduates."

Jonathan sighed, he leaned against the wall listening to all that nonsense.

"Well, do you accept second-hand goods?" mahmud asked someone. "If I were you, I wouldn't let my son and wife wear old clothes, get your disease!"

How ironic. Andrea and her sister were wearing old clothes.

Jonathan glanced at the old man who came out of the room with great difficulty. "Your life is no longer long, I give you time before you die." He said while swinging his walking stick.

"I just got the project money, I'll buy it." Mahmud.

Jonathan looked at the man. "O Allah, if he is going to die, lest I take his life." Pray slowly.

Then as time went on, Jonathan did not appear in front of Andrea. Andrea, too, has begun to forget the existence of Jonathan. Jonathan knew as time went on. Andrea's protector did not allow himself to come near and tell him who he was in the dream. Jonathan did not dispute that, occasionally he saw the situation of Andrea from afar.

"Remember, you marked it. Even if your heart has been given to the child, it is better to speed up your ritual." Jonathan's friend reminded.

"You know what I'm doing?"

Jonathan's friend laughed, "you can't lie or hide something behind us. I'll help you as much as I can, so speed up the ritual before you disappear."

He heard Andrea whisper in the sky, Jonathan sharpened his ears.

"God, all this time Andrea is grateful to be able to live a normal life, thank you." Andrea smiled at the sky. "But give my smile and happiness to the children out there, I know how expensive it is to have that smile and happiness. I'm okay anyway, it's much more useful to others than me."

Hearing the prayer, Jonathan's heart beat. Was what he was doing wrong all this time? Is it really better to let the child die and live as a slave? That's much better than knowing not to be loved by one of his parents isn't it?

Jonathan clenched his hands sadly. "What should I do God?" muttered.

"But, I want to complain, why would a life-seeking angel come to see me? Is it true that my life will be taken away if I can see it?" lamented Andrea.

Jonathan laughed amusedly. Apparently Andrea's been told her protector.

"I don't want to see him anymore because..." Andrea's face turned gloomy, "because I didn't want to see me cry again!" Andrea was embarrassed.

Jonathan tilted his head. Why wouldn't he?

"Because.. because..." Andrea made a soft voice.

Jonathan tried to sharpen his ears. Because se? Remembering his papa?

Andrea bit her lower lip. "Because.. ah... Allah will know my heart.Must not come again! Can't!"

Jonathan took a breath. Because what?. Jonathan looked up at the sky. Not fair! It's in the heart.

Days change. Since then, each night Andrea quietly sits on the porch of the house or stands in the courtyard staring at the night sky while Jonathan sits on the fence at the height of an adult's chest or on the roof of a garage.

Jonathan saw Andrea sitting on the porch writing something, Jonathan could not see what it contained but he saw Andrea laughing amusedly or rubbing the corner of his tears.

"Andrea! Have you eaten?" mama Andrea in the house.

"Yet ma!" Andrea left her book and ran into the house.

Jonathan came down from the fence and peeked at the book, it was about the dialogue of the princess and the prince. "Just like this stuff." Laughter Jonathan. Then he accidentally saw the last dialogue.

'Yuri: I once met a man who said he was my knight, he was not actually a knight, he was a big liar!'

'Yuki: How do you know he's a liar?'

'Yuri: Because he is my prince, one day I will meet him even though it will be sad but I am still waiting for him. Because he's my prince! He's my prince!'

'Yuki: You're kidding, there's no prince in this world! Even if there was, she wanted to marry a fellow noble!'

'Yuri: He is not a white riding prince in fairy tales or a rich prince, he wears black robes and likes to sit on the roofs of people's houses.'

'Yuki: Are you crazy? That means he's just a thief!'

'Yuri : ..................................'

Jonathan's heart was beating hard reading part of the dialogue Andrea had written. A strange feeling that he did not know of hit him. "Prince." Deuteronomy. Jonathan grew curious about the next dialogue.

"You know, Andrea, take the book outside!" Yates cried while running to the terrace of the house.

Jonathan quickly moved away and sat back in his place.

Andrea picked up the book and held it tightly and went inside the house.

Jonathan's heart shook, he increasingly wanted to perform the ritual but...

"Dead brother?" asked Andrea with a cold face.

"Yes, you died today."

Jonathan heard it from the outside. Ah yes, before he came here, he took the life of Andrea's brother.

"Why are you going there?" ask Andrea.

"No. You wanna go there?"

"No. Andrea hates the family, they come to papa's wedding when papa hasn't divorced her mom! Those families are broken, notoriously broken in that area! Andrea didn't want to know the family!" Andrea said firmly.

"Andrea..." Tegur mama Andrea's.

"Mama's family often told me, Andrea was ashamed to have such a papa. He's not papa Andrea!" Andrea put down her spoon and ran into the room. "Mending Andrea died having a papa like that, if it's big Andrea wants plastic surgery! Change your face so you don't look like that ugly guy!"

Jonathan took a breath. He should start the ritual immediately before Andrea adds more harsh vocabulary.

And that's Jonathan's decision today, leaning in front of the school gates in a suit and a hat in the style of western nobility and holding a scepter typical of western nobility. At the corner of the eye, Jonathan saw Andrea stopping her steps in shock and fear.

Ah, my little flower.whether I or you are lucky but one thing is for sure, I will not take off my flowers. Jonathan smiled a glance at Andrea who looked down in fear.