GRIM REAPER'S GIRLFRIEND

SPECIAL AYA - THE FIRST LOVE

...if he can't be owned...

...then he's just a pending thing...

...if in the heart there is envy...

...because this is what I hate the most...

...(.(.Tomohisa Sako)...

Aya cries tears at the wedding of her high school friend, Nina. After graduating high school he married the son of his father's friend who was a fellow pedicabeer, Aya and Andrea frowned when they knew who their partner was, even though Nina always dreamed hard and clear if she wanted to marry a rich man to make her parents happy. Andrea and Aya agreed not to ask questions and bring up the past, they both agreed to be quiet and happy with the wedding. When they get together, they are always asked when to get married. Ah, what a shitty question... Aya answered straightforwardly while Andrea just laughed and did not answer anything, Aya knew that Andrea still remembered the angel. Aya herself is always upset to remember Jonathan's friend, the prankster when taking his first kiss when they were not married. Just laugh at her conservative self, for a hijab-wearing woman like herself, a kiss is a very precious thing for her husband later.

Aya sat in her room while turning on the TV. Why remember the annoying thing, it is better to watch TV, when changing the channel accidentally he saw the right hand, precisely the ring finger on the right hand. Circling the henna tattoo with the words 'Bad Angel', he recalled his conversation with Andrea yesterday.

"You wear henna?" Aya looked at Andrea's left hand on the tattoo on the table.

Andrea nodded. "Cooled?"

Aya looked at Andrea's hand with envy, "may I follow?"

"of course. What do you want on the tattoo?" Andrea stepped aside a little, "mom, my friend wants to be tattooed as well."

The nail art clerk stood up, "well, I'll call my friend."

"No need! I can be alone. Not the father?" reject Aya.

"No papa mbak, you know what?" the officer sat back.

"Know dong." Aya took the materials provided by the officer who handled Andrea.

Andrea's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "what's the wind using henna?"

Aya started drawing on her right ring finger. "Pengen aja."

Andrea peeked at Aya's work, "Just a ring finger?"

Aya nodded and started writing a small, "yes. It's funny."

"You haven't forgotten Jo's friend?"

"Stop! Don't make me remember it again."

"Well, if not remembered, what? I knew! You want to make an initial name even if you don't know his real name."

Aya glanced at Andrea at a glance, "so you know!"

"That's it!" Andrea laughed, "tell me a close friend from High School."

Aya sighed, it was useless to hide from her friend. "How do you want to be yourself? Even luntang lantung ngajak I tattoo gini, even though we are not married!"

Andrea laughed wryly. "Not blame for gini, I want to entertain myself. Mumpung in the mall there's a ginian."

Andrea meant that the mall they came to opened one of the nail art counters, Andrea wanted to try it.

"It." Excitingly, he raised his right hand into the air and flaunted it to Andrea. "Cool."

"Bad Angel." Read Andrea, "hahahaha."

"Grand lyrics!" Cibir Aya then smiled looking at her right hand, "you paid ya."

"Eh, what am I?"

"Yes, you're the one who brought me here."

"Akidn't just ask you lowong no, want to come along? even the excitement of wanting."

"You pay anyway."

Andrea pretended to object. "Ha. it's hard to have a calculating friend."

Aya was satisfied to see her right ring finger.

"Anyways, we shouldn't lose to Nina. It's good that he's playing wedding while we're both single." Andrea said with a passionate voice.

"You're a freak huh, that married friend is being prayed for instead of a ginian tattoo rival." Aya looked at her friend strangely.

"You're a freak Ay. We are again looking for a way to move on not to nginget everything so do not want to lose to the bride."

Aya smiled remembering the words of Andrea two days ago which of course made a stir this morning. Andrea and Aya did come to a meeting and did not come to Nina's wedding reception. Ah, annoying.

Aya turns off the TV and throws the remote to the bedside. "Why does this world need a wedding anyway, sucks!"

Jonathan's friend smiled at Aya's complaint, leaning against Aya's bedroom door. Even though he knew Aya would never see him again, he continued to visit here until his fellow life-seeking angels were astonished by his behavior.

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"Yes."

He looked, "ah.you..."

"Well, how did you forget your own coworkers? I'm Herman."

Aya smiled wryly. "Oh."

"Wanna go home?" Herman dyed to see the office parking.

"Yes." Yeah." Aya nodded.

"What's okay? I'm anterin ya."

Aya shook her head, "a friend has already picked me up."

Before long Andrea's car arrives at the warehouse gate, Andrea opens the glass and greets the factory guards.

Mr. Parno, the factory security called Aya. "Neng Aya! It's been picked up by Andrea!"

Aya nodded, "first yes."

"Yes." Yeah." Herman replied while scratching his non-itchy head.

"It's just that you target him, his friend the rich man's son." Excited Mr. Parno after Andrea's car left.

"What I'm sowing to his friend sir, not Aya."

"Who knew Aya was also the son of a rich man, when his friend was in the car he didn't?" said Mr. Parno does not want to lose.

"Yes, yeah." Herman relented and went to the parking lot.

While in the car, Andrea teases Aya, "cieee? Or a boyfriend?"

"Your ngaco!" Aya wears a seat belt.

"That's Andrea's past, don't talk anymore!" Aya Seru.

"Ready!" Andrea saluted the soldiers while driving the car. "Eh, but how does it feel to be kissed on the lips?"

"Andreaaahoo!!!!" Shouted Aya.

"Not hide, we are adults. It is haram not the same husband but how can be haram yes, the opponent is the same angel not fellow human." Andrea still continued to tease Aya.

"Speak again, I'm coming down!" threaten Aya.

"Down mah alja but not in the middle of the road, pity this car has not paid off the installment."

"Andreaa!!! I'm serious about it..."

"Hahahaha.yeah, don't talk about the first kiss that makes klepek-klepek."

"Andreaa!!!" Jerit Aya's.

Andrea made a locking motion in her mouth.

"Where are we going, by the way?" aya asked curiously to see Andrea turning the car into a small street. "Don't you go to the mall?"

"If to the mall the road is not damaged gini keles."

"Who knows you're passing through a rat's path."

Andrea laughed, "no, my dear. He said there's a shop around here selling cheap suitcases."

"Astagfirullah, you are now a rich man's son and bought a cheap suitcase."

"Yes justin again, there is no prohibition on using what suitcase. anyway Just make a shirt."

Aya glanced at Andrea, "you're going to France?"

Andrea nodded. "Yes, I want to pursue my dreams."

"Can't be in Indonesia? Loneliness is not you." Aya Whine.

"Follow yuk." Andrea lowered her eyebrows.

"Don't ya! What do you think it costs? Yes, my parents are farmers!"

"Who knows you're coming too so we can share our lives there."

"Dayl!!!!" Aya Seru.

"Who knows we can both go there."

Aya laughed out loud, "life is reality, it takes reality!"

Andrea stopped laughing, "this is also one of my promises to Jonathan."

Aya stopped laughing at Andrea's line, "Ndrea..."

"If only Jonathan had not left us such gold, somehow our fate." Andrea stopped her car in the shop parking lot. "It's also one way to thank Jonathan."

"The strong."

Andrea nodded, "uh, it's already a gala. Down yuk! Hurry up and close the shop."

I got out of the car with Andrea.

"Married?" Aya was shocked to hear the explanation of her mother and sister. Just coming home from work and accompanying Andrea shopping has been given a missile by her mother. Be married? Geez. That's a list of the last choices Aya wants.

"You're old enough, nduk. Your age is not married. Shy mother asked kept the same neighbor." Aya's mother clasped Aya's hand, "want ya mate, or you have a choice?"

There are, but angels take away lives. Aya shook her head slowly.

"Quick know your partner to us Yes, who knows a mate. Don't you take it long." Aya's sister patted Aya's head.

"Yes, ma'am." Aya lowered her head, trying to hold back her tears. "Yes to the rice field first yes, bring rations for the father. Poor old wait."

"Yes, nduk." Nod Aya's mother.

Aya went out of the house while carrying her father's ration. In his heart he felt sad because he had not forgotten the man. "Why is that so Ay, it's just the first kiss isn't it..." Aya held her lips, "yes my god..."

"The lips are swollen?"

Aya almost threw a ration when she saw Seroja already standing before her. "Geez, say excuse me cake... Astagfirulah..."

"Why are your lips?"

Aya dropped her hand, "no papa, why come here? Uh, how can I see you?"

"I deliberately show myself only in you so if the tone is denigrated, let's not expect crazy." Seroja saw the farmers' mothers saw Aya talking to herself.

Aya gulped, she put a headset on her ear. "What's wrong?"

Seroja gives a blue envelope, "letter from Andrea."

Aya accepted it, "thank you."

"Do you remember the angel's kiss?"

Aya looked down embarrassedly, "no!"

"You can't lie in front of me." Seroja grinned, "just remember it. want you kissed, fucked him, still if not a mate can not marry."

Aya closed her eyes at a glance. Astagfirullah, the protector is indeed his mouth nyablak. "If there is no interest can go? I'm going to Father's."

"Want me help you meet him?"

Aya raised her head.

"I'll open your inner eyes last night, after twelvepm you can't see the angel again and you have to hurry back to your house."

"Like Cinderella was given twelve o'clock."

"Because it's a change of time and day, would you not?"

Aya thought for a moment then nodded. Free to doubt, he must assert his heart so as not to worry."

"Tap me to your place again to tell you." Seroja nodded in satisfaction.

"Seroja. Thank you." Thank you."

Seroja smiled gracefully, "no need to thank you. It's been the protective duty of helping his master's friend."

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