GRIM REAPER'S GIRLFRIEND

THE SPECIAL KAZE IV

Jonathan went around the office looking for Kaze, it's been two hours around that he didn't find him. Today he wanted to ask his friend's opinion.

"Hey."

Jonathan turned his head, the mustachioed angel waving to him. "Call me?"

"Yes, you." Show the mustache angel.

"What's wrong?" Jonathan approached.

"So I saw you roving around unclear, look who? Your buddy?"

Jonathan scratched his head that was not itching. "Yes, you know?"

"He's in England now."

"English?"

"Yes, looking for her biological mother and her two brothers."

"So she knows who her family is?" ask Jonathan. "His age isn't hundreds of years like ours?"

The moustached angel sighed, "if you know who our family is, I didn't know who my family was until now."

Jonathan sat beside the mustache angel, "don't the shaman kidnap himself while still inside the fetus?"

"Yes and it just so happened that the boy took the shaman's life. Ironic is it."

Jonathan muses over his best friend's strange behavior the last few days that have turned quiet. Jonathan wanted to ask further but it would be better if his own friend spoke, Jonathan did not want to interfere too much with his best friend's problems. "Then did you help him find his family?"

The moustached angel nodded slowly, "he got information from the shaman about his biological father, if about his birth mother I don't know.he just gave me a name and that name is widely used by humans."

"If you may know what his name is?"

"Ratna. That's all, there is no last name, date of birth or city where he lived. All he relied on was Ratna who was no longer in the city of Malang."

"Ratne." Jonathan murmured, "then why is he suddenly in England?"

"He asked some supernatural beings about the nameless headstone, which he knew from the shaman that your friend was made by his birth mother, it is located where he did not know until finally someone gave information that there is a tombstone made without name and date or year of birth, only the year he died and his place in England."

"But in Indonesia there are also many."

"Where in Indonesia, on average it's a tombstone that has been damaged. How long have you been alive?"

Jonathan raised five fingers.

"Fifty years? It's worth it it still smells like your best friend."

"Five hundred years." Jonathan Correction.

"What's? Are you older than me?" The moustached angel looked at Jonathan in disbelief, "you didn't cheat?"

"Not an information warehouse, I'm still asking."

"Yes who knows."

Jonathan sighed, "so he's in England."

"You want to ask the smelly boy? Just ask me if we're a hundred years different."

Jonathan frowning. "How old is he?"

"Four hundred years."

Jonathan laughed loudly, "four hundred years? Oh my goodness."

"But like this, I'm a repository of information."

"Mmmm..." Jonathan wondered if he would ask his junior, "have you ever heard of a child who turns into an angel and returns to being human?"

The moustached angel frowned, "if stories banished from heaven were heard often but turned into human beings? Wh who? Is there a?"

Jonathan scratched his head that was not itching. "Nothing is?"

"No way."

"Related?"

"How long have I been an information warehouse? You also ask him strange, you hear from where the story of something that turned into a human? Or maybe reincarnation?"

"Reincarnation?"

"Yes! That's you! Like an animal reincarnated into a human."

"There really is?"

The moustached angel dyed and lowered the volume of his voice, "if I tell you this don't let anyone know ya."

Jonathan nodded.

"So, I have often heard that humans who are sinister and evil in animals reincarnate into animals that are evil after the animal complains to the One Above."

"It's been a secret announced."

"The one reincarnated into an animal, right? It was a story."

"Not that, the reincarnated human became a human. So there's a story about a human being reincarnated back into himself in the past."

"Return to the past? Change the natural dong."

"No, no. Just changed a little, not too much just to reincarnate back in time through a painful process and a big gamble."

"Like?"

The bewitching angel pointed at Jonathan's heart.

"Hungs?"

The moustached angel nodded softly, "in the human world the core of life is the brain, all bodies are not functioning but only the functioning brain they are still said to be alive but us? We have experienced death once which means our brain is already united with our spirit but the heart? If we lose our heart just once..."

Jonathan was seriously listening to the story.

"If we lose the heart, then we'll be lost without a trace."

"That means not only our body but our spirit as well?" ask Jonathan to make sure.

The moustached angel nodded. "Just right!"

"I've always wondered why our hearts remain human? Not following our spirits?"

"Huh, that's easy!" The moustached angel patted Jonathan's chest, "heard yes... When we are fetuses why is our heart left? Because we're their food."

"Food stuff?" Jonathan began to understand. "I've heard of anyone sucking blood for the strength and heart of a fetus or a child?"

"Why then, even though we are fifty years old, we are still children because they need us as food or as a backup for the top boss."

"And that's why we feel pain or can bleed?"

"Just right!"

"What about past changes?"

The moustached angel shrugged his shoulders, "if that is not known, there is nothing in the records or stories of the other great angels. All I hear is a slight change, at least how I don't know, only God knows."

"That's it."

"Just don't let your heart disappear, we have to take care of our heart! Compulsory! Because if our heart is gone, our spirit will perish."

"But what about the angel who gave the heart to man?"

The bewitching angel narrowed suspiciously, "you mean..Help for humans who were targeted by supernatural beings or whose names were forcibly removed from death?"

"Are these two different things?"

"Why are you asking like that?"

"I'm just curious."

"You want to be human again?" guess it.

Jonathan closed his eyes and nodded at a glance.

"I suspected! I wasn't sure and tried to deflect your question but you insisted on asking."

"Is that wrong?"

"Not wrong but taboo!" The moustached angel took off his embrace and leaned back in his seat, "don't tell me your plan anywhere. Taboo!"

Jonathan rubbed his face with both hands, he groaned loudly. "That's what I want to ask my friend."

"Free, don't ask now." The moustached angel shook his hand, "he is now happy with his family."

"Eh? He found his family?"

"I only guess and usually my guess is always right. So, you're still human?"

"Of course."

The moustached angel sighed seeing the uneasiness clearly imprinted on Jonathan's face, "you know how many angels have names, don't have names and fools with names?"

Jonathan shook his head.

"The answer is no one has a name and no one goes dumb with their name, usually they decide to make a name at will or still have no name. Cases like you are experienced by people like us, especially at this vulnerable age."

"Do you think my best friend will have a name?"

"Most cases of kidnapped fetuses are never named by their parents, only miscarried fetuses have names so I don't know what's the case of your best friend... he had the impact of his own biological father even though his biological father gave him a name, would he wear it? I'll bet you no! While mother? Feeling like you don't have a chance to name your baby, all moms must think that."

"The name is precious to us."

"Gathering with family is much more valuable."

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