Death Contract (SOON TO BE PUBLISHED)

Lost Cat Part 4

Chapter 29

"Are you crazy? I will not call you that. You're not my boyfriend! "

"Then I'll be your boyfriend." That's when I laughed a lot.

Is he drunk? Did he get drunk from drinking Jack Daniel's earlier?

"Are you drunk?"

He chuckled before answering. "A little." This time I messed up my hair. I stared at Saint, but his face was not joking. He seems serious about what he is saying.

"May I remind you about the contract?" "Dating is forbidden. "

I can assure you that I am no longer happy with the way we talked. I'll just hope based on what he says.

"Does being your boyfriend imply that we're dating?" He asked curiously. Because of that, I took a deep breath. My patience with him is exhausted, really exhausted.

"Yes!" I couldn't help but scream. I know he's just annoying me. I know very well that he knows what I am thinking and even how I feel about him. However, he still did not understand that. Gradually, so while he still does not fully understand it, maybe it is better if I erase it before it gets worse and everything I want begins to change. "Please, babe, stop teasing me," I said softly. This is all he wants: for me to call him "babe." When I saw him smile, satisfied, I breathed a relief.

"See, it was easy, Mary." He smiled again while just looking at me. "I think I like the way you call me, babe. I guess this is the feeling of someone who likes something. I suddenly felt warm, even though my chest tightened. Am I right? " I forced myself to nod at his question. I chose to turn my eyes to food and just hold the fork tightly.

I could not help but think. What if Saint also feels the same way as I do for him, then he just doesn't know what to call what he feels? That he could not just explain that, that he was just confused.

But I also stopped thinking about it myself because it was so impossible and nonsense. He's a grim reaper, and I should be dead.

Damn it! Why is it that in my long life, way back then, of all the men in the world, none of them caught my attention? Yet, why now? Why did I like the grim reaper instead?

Fuck it! There is something wrong with me.

"Oh god! Forget it. Just join me here to eat. You're just hungry. " I just said to avoid what was being talked about again. He just nodded and immediately joined me. We ate silently until the end.

I was the one who washed the dishes while I ordered him to fix the room where we would sleep. I told him I would not want to put Albus' decomposing body aside for us to see it, so he should hide it properly.

When I finished washing, I went straight upstairs to get into bed.

There is no malice in us sleeping side by side in the same bed; it's just that my chest doesn't seem to be cooperating. Damn, it was beating so hard that it was the reason why I look like I'm dead lying on the bed next to Saint now.

But wait a minute, aren't grim reapers supposed to not sleep?

With that in mind, I immediately confronted the grim reaper. But I was shocked to see him just facing me and staring at my face.

"Yes, we are not sleeping." He answered before I could ask. "I don't understand why I seem so happy to be with you and see you now, Mary. What do you think is the reason, babe? " I couldn't answer his question, so I just averted my eyes and spoke to him like that.

"Why are Albus' parents not here? Even the helpers and guards are not here. They used to have a lot of them." I said, making a way to lessen the awkwardness.

Saint let out a sigh.

"They saw me." His answer made my forehead frown. "When grim reapers are seen by humans like you, it is a sign of their death. In your case, you are different, but they are not, so they're gone. I took them to the afterlife. " He explained it softly. I was surprised when he slightly moved closer to me and he grabbed a few strands of my hair and played with it. "Think about it. I submitted almost one hundred thousand report papers to the death ministry for the deaths of those humans. Add to that by taking the soul of the man who perverted you in the parking lot of your school. That was one hell of a lot of work. " He was still talking. I couldn't help but cling to the pleasure of hearing him talk. I also like his strange smell. I especially like the way he handles my hair. It was slow and cautious. "Can you give me a hug, babe?" When he asked me that question, my hand moved voluntarily to hug him.

To hug the first man I liked. The Grim Reaper, who is named Saint Archangel,

But when he saw the cat again, after a few years, it was unkempt and old too, dying in the wound obtained from the blister of hot water. The old man could not stop pitying her and took her back and cared for her as long as he could.

The End!

The story of the lost cat is about an animal lover. It teaches children to love their pets. However, this story wants to convey more deeply than everyone thinks because the message of the lost cat is how God loves us. How God cares for us and how foolish we are to seek freedom that will only lead us to ruin. However, he was there, he was alive and just watched us return to him to help us.

This time I want to trust God because it all seems to be happening to me for some reason, and maybe one of the reasons is for me to meet the grim reaper named Saint.

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