THE CROWN FOR MY ANGEL

11. HE IS A GUARDING ANGEL

1

"Gue is dead."

"Keep, are you alive again?" ask Sella.

Exhaling a long breath while putting your head on the table.

The design nodded twice. "Gue ... the torpor."

"Keep, you why wear all-white makeup shows around the garden house?" nagging Dena with a tone began to cringe.

Pause for a moment. "Gue's just looking for a bandana that disappeared a week ago."

Sambar the two girls in front of him in unison. "Oh .. but nothing, anyway. You're finally dead. Yes, no Sell ...."

The petite girl grimaced with a frenzied expression and nodded twice.

"But, Sell. Why did you say you didn't see the ghost of Reka? Though the one that closes the horden, right, you." From the left the long haired girl grumbled seriously.

The talking opponent only laughed with a very careful look. "He he he .. I pretend, let you not be afraid. If the ghost Reka—tso I see, really."

"Yey! Lu mah, very restful. I guess I have a sixth sense."

That night in a rented house, three girls with ages were not far adrift. Spent the attention around the presence of a figure who was rumored to have died a few days ago, right in the hospital where they worked.

Sella is a girl psychologist who is also incorporated as the most phenomenal hospital employee in the country, had some events invite many pairs of eyes in the real world and the media crew.

Reported the figure of strange events occurred there, the appearance of a white-winged angel, and a corpse that disappeared suddenly.

"Grandpa!" sella's cheer restrained.

Instantly the owner of the name disperse his daydream. "Em, yeah. What's up?" his chirps while staring intently.

"Gue wants it to be the same for you, okay?"

"May, ask."

Taking a deep breath and looking to the left side, there Denada close the sitting position. Surely he already knows his best friend will ask about horror stories.

"As long as you die. What, the hell, were you rasain back then?"

Pause speech for a moment, while staring at the steady petite woman daring very brave. "Gue .. I ...."

The two girls in front of the interlocutor raised their faces little by little to wait for the words that came out stammering from the person who had been declared dead.

"Gue, go somewhere crowded with white-winged creatures."

The questioner shouted in his sitting position.

"What!" he paused for a moment and swallowed. Then, Sella looked to the left side right where Dena held her hand tightly. "Lu why, Den! I guess not really as cool as the story," said Sella while removing the face attached to the left hand.

The design is also funny.

"Continuously ..why did you get to earth again. I swear my brain is not caught around the discussion tonight, like the events of the fantasy world know not."

"Udah dong .. do not discuss it again, guys .. I am very afraid to know," said Dena while turning her body back.

The wind slammed the glass windows very hard and the #seat on the balcony also shifted itself. Make the two girls who have the soul of a comedian rise up and put the position of the horses.

"Well! Wes! Someone wants to jump bawuran, here," said Sella.

"Gue said also what, do not discuss it again dong. We'll just sleep, yuk," asked Dena by holding her foster sister.

The three girls who were best friends since sitting on the Junior High bench closed both eyes, the atmosphere without a speck of light made them easy to sleep.

Between conscious and unconscious, a sound was heard in the ears of the Design who had just returned from the kingdom of heaven. Back to twist memories that have happened some time ago when sitting in elementary school.

In one day lost three loved ones with a body shape that has been separated and no longer intact. Lamenting all the shadows emerging from within his brain. He could no longer afford to spend the night in peace, for some reason, the events when severe trauma struck in childhood replayed again.

After the death he had experienced a few days ago, all otherworldly beings were able to be pierced with both eyeballs. Open wide his inner eyes and he is the chosen one as a droplet of grace in seeing the strange figure around him.

The morning had arrived, still with the usual routine, three girls who had arrived in front of the hospital corridor walked leisurely to return to work.

Uh, look, deh! Isn't that Reka?

Yes, that's Reka. So, he's alive again.

Not that he died a week ago.

His body was also missing a few days ago.

Then! Why go back to the world? Is that the ghost.

Hus! There are ghosts early in the morning.

Such was the reaction of the pairs of eyes that found the silhouette of a beautiful woman with a face fitter than usual. He is Reka, after many people know he has a pale face, but today it looks very fresh and charming.

The doctors, nurses and nurses who were holding the file while standing at the edge of the corridor stared in wonder and confusion. The girl who died is now alive.

He arrived in front of his practicum room, took the door lock and immediately entered the room. A few minutes sitting on a chair, a knock was heard from outside the room.

"Come in," tell the designer very gently while opening the green file.

A woman who was a worker to deliver coffee to employees instantly fell silent at the door, she stared steadily at the figure of the short-haired girl complete with both wings that stretched behind her body.

He threw his gaze towards the corner of the room. "Excuse me ..," he said very scared.

"Eh, Auntie. Why, why, like, see that ghost?" ask Reka while stopping her activity to open the file.

It's entrenched. 'Kok, the aunt was surprised to see me. Something is strange, yes. Same looks as I am today.'

"City ... Bi, what, daydreaming?" reka continued to wave her hand.

"Eh, no. Just fascinated by beauty, Miss Reka."

The opponent smiled smiling. "Any, can."

Instantly the middle-aged woman turned her face away. "Yes, auntie's back in the kitchen. Excuse me ...."

"Yes, Bi. Thank you," said Reka very pleased.

"Yes, you're welcome."

4

'That, really, behind the body of Mbak Reka like there are wide wings. After yesterday's death by death, Geger is now alive again, really, that's it. The more confused the same incident in this hospital, his mind behind the wall close to the mortuary.

"Dor!" cheers Denada with grimacing.

"God! Ih, Miss Dena ngagetin aunty," she said steadily greget.

"Why dream there? Attend the crest, look at that." Point it towards the portal that says Corpse Room.

Taking a deep breath while looking seriously.

"I'm horrified that auntie read that." Pause for a moment. "Yes, aunt to the kitchen again, Miss Dena."

"Yes .. don't daydream anymore," led the long-haired girl by staring amusedly.

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