My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Buddy

The young man who came out without the slightest embarrassment. The towel was still wrapped around his waist. Without a boss at all. She starts sitting at Fujiko's dresser, spraying her perfume on her body.

"I borrowed it." he said.

"Borrow but never return" said the woman, who was lying on the bed. Look towards the ceiling of the room.

"If I've been paid, you can wear my perfume" said Raka, combing her hair. It was like a part of his own room.

"I? Wearing a man's perfume?! How to have a girlfriend. They'll think I'm a cheap woman" he murmured, throwing a pillow at the head of the young man who now uses his skin care.

"What kind of girlfriend do you want?" tanya Raka knitted her forehead. Patting her own face, feeling the same body scent as Fujiko.

"Rich, having a high social status, his salary is at least above 5 million a month" Fujiko replied.

"If I how?" Raka turned around full of confidence. The muscles of his chest and stomach were visible, a handsome face with still wet hair. I swear by anything, Fujiko's heart is beating fast right now. She was really nervous. But then again, this scolding youth would only be a burden.

"Parking salary alone is greater than your salary! Find a job there! If not find a sugar mommy!" Fujiko suddenly rose to the smell of expensive skincare from the young man's body.

"You're wearing my skincare?! That's a package of 650 grand!" he continued, walking closer to the dresser.

Raka nodded innocently then smiled."I feel my face is really smooth,"

Fujiko put her hand down."Because it's expensive one-time use 25 thousand!"

"I don't have any money, wait for me payday?" Raka said, smiling without sin.

"I want to chop up this miserly creature. His face was like an arrogant CEO, but his level of poverty was like a street busker." Inner Fujiko sighed many times.

"Don't want to know! Pay up!" snapped Fujiko again put his hand on his hostel neighbor who has been through grief together this one year.

Raka glazed over, staring with a glazed look."You have a hand on me? I even changed your room lights. Lifting your underwear while you work. We have a story like this. Turns out you really-"

"Pay!" Fujiko put her hand back in.

Raka put her hands on Fujiko's fingers."The return is to pay off the debt of instant noodles, eggs and gas" he said.

Fujiko stared at his own hand there was no money there."Whatdoes thatmean? There's no money--"

The girl's words stopped. I don't know since when Raka has been standing, holding the nape of his head. Closing his eyes, enjoying his lips. Fujiko fell silent, rounding her eyes. It did not feel that the young man's tongue had broken into the gap of his lips.

That's when Fujiko's eyes slowly closed. Completely feeling a different comfort, the muscles of the young man's arms were grasped by him. As if losing her footing, this was her first kiss.

"Umh.." he muttered as the young man grew more aggressive. Even more crazy, their tongues play outside the mouth. Thin lines are created, visible saliva bridge there.

Everything ends with a few kisses, Fujiko slowly opens her eyes. Along with Raka, their foreheads touched, regulating the irregular roar of breath.

"One kiss costs 100 grand. So there's still change for you." The young man's mouth escaped from Fujiko's room.

"Br*ch!" the woman chases Raka using a broom.

Some of their hostel neighbors who are the majority of female and university students can only sigh.

"The wife cannot beat each other! It's called KDRT!" shouted Ragil (a student, their neighbor).

"Irit for our future together," Raka looked back from inside her room.

Plaque!

One punch landed on the young man's head by Fujiko.

"What exactly is your relationship? You guys gather kebo? Couples who are not tied to the wedding rope, but make children? Jellyfish, jleb-jleb like Sariwangi tea?" tanya Ragil who has just two months contracted, uncensored words from her.

"We were just friends, when I first signed here. This louse was already here, at first he smiled. But it ended up sucking my blood out" Fujiko grumbled, with Raka hiding in her own room.

"really? I see it all, you guys often share soap, share towels, share toothbrushes. There are even married couples who are not that intimate. The point is you guys are friends but enna-enna, "the quip from Ragil, walks with her freshly brewed tea. Essentially, the tea results from the shoots of high-quality tea leaves. Even caterpillars do not manage to get it after climbing to the shoots.

Fujiko grew furious, promising herself that she would never let Raka into her dorm room again. He had to maintain the image as a future wife of a rich man who knows who.

Meanwhile, in the room, Raka was sitting in front of her laptop. His fingers typed out quickly sending out the script, his face smiling to itself.

He does not lie, his income as a ghost writer is not famous only 900,000. However, the conglomerate's only son, invested a lot of shares in various companies.

Pretend poor? No, he doesn't pretend to be poor. It's just that he was born as the most miserly rich creature.

Soon after writing the script, he began to lean his body on the chair. Looking towards his newly checked account balance.

"I was too wasteful this one week," he murmured a rude sigh, thinking how to save even more. If you can share a room with Fujiko.

*

But is it true that Fujiko won't let Raka into her room again?

The night was getting darker, the girl slowly woke up hearing the sounds of things. A shadow seemed to pass in the darkness when the lights were not on.

He's really scared right now."The raka!" eventually the name was called back.

The young man who swiftly came still with a tangled face using his boxer alone."What's up?" the tan evaporated a few times, turning on the room lights.

"There's demons!" fujiko closed her eyes in fear.

Raka turned off the room lights. Then hugged Fujiko."Where's demon?" tanyakanya.

"There!" the woman did not dare to look.

The young man who still clutched his body."It was not a demon, just a shadow of a leaf outside the window that was blown by the wind."

"Really?" Fujiko opened her eyes to make sure.

Raka nodded."I went back to my room first," he said scratching his own p*ntat does not maintain prestige at all.

"Raka...stay here huh?" pinta Fujiko, still staring into the surrounding area.

Raka nodded, putting herself in the same blanket as the girl. Fujiko let out a rough sigh, being in Raka's arms that closed her eyes.

The woman's hand grabbed the phonecell, reopening social media. Looking for a rich man, his well-established dream, unimportant face that matters the contents of a thick wallet.