My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Why Me?

"Well, sooner or later we're going to be a family. I'll-" The words of Dwi who was about to rise were stopped by Fumiko's handcuff on her mouth.

"You're not afraid of him!?" ask Fumiko.

Dwi sighed violently, returning to sit down. His eyes looked around, remembered by Immanuel closing a restaurant just because his ministry had accidentally spilled soup onto his lover's clothes.

The man thought for a moment. Immanuel's cousin who is rarely covered by the media, that's the figure he faces today, Pramana's favorite grandson. A different aura to Immanuel, like a young man about to snare, ate slowly. It will be difficult to deal with or use.

"I don't dare," Dwi chuckled.

Fumiko fell silent drinking her water occasionally glancing at the table where Raka was sitting. Why show his true identity, while telling himself to be silent? Of course, so that Fumiko does not forbid her sister to stay with Raka.

A goal that really works. The woman clenched her forehead. This is the big fish that followed his sister. But can't you talk a little? Can he just shut up without saying anything?

"Damn!" fumiko looked up at her sister who was talking familiarly to a man in a brown mask. Like his sister is now choosing a gift in a quiz, there is a sports car in one curtain while his sister chooses another curtain. Fumiko can only watch without being able to speak.

*

Sean reached out his hand, looking at the music that was starting to play. Some people dance, according to the series of events. But somehow Fumiko who should be the center of attention wears fresh care in the temple and forehead. Sitting staring at his sister who was dancing with someone else was full of grudges. It was like there were words that he wanted to shout.

"Tu...Master wants to dance with me?" ask a girl to Raka.

"No," answered Raka, looking up at her best friend who was dancing so close. He was not jealous, not at all, just starting to imagine throwing the man who was dancing with his best friend into the trash.

"A..I can't dance, I ..." The girl looks shy, then pushed by other women.

"Want to drink with me? We can talk on the porch and-" the woman's speech was cut.

"500 million per hour. If I want to talk to you. Follow the rule of 500 million an hour." Raka smiled, if she wanted to she would talk non-stop for an hour. Although tiring but good than silence.

"A. I only have 150 million. You're kidding, right?" ask the woman who may not be richer than Barbara.

"No," a short answer from Raka.

The woman clenched her hands, recalling Immanuel indulging her fiance. A little capital out is okay, he might have a fate like Cinderella.

"50 million huh?" haggard the woman, trying to smile even though it is difficult.

*

To be honest Fujiko felt really uncomfortable at this moment. He was just trying to smile, a young man who was too aggressive, but he also should not miss the opportunity to get an established man.

His eyes looked around hoping that there was Raka there. Or just go home, really not feel at home. Want to take off her tight dress, wear a t-shirt and shorts, sit cross-legged eating warm cooking from the stingy.

I don't know why the guilt is in him. Has Raka eaten? Didn't she take a shower because her soap was thinning? Or is he sick? All the mixed feelings, you could say his body is here but his heart is somewhere else.

Until suddenly the special music for dancing changed with someone who donated songs.

The one I saw yesterday, you met him. I think you're still thinking about him.

What is my lack in your life? Until you cheated me.

Say now that you are unhappy, I have your body, but not your heart.

You don't have to lie, you still want to. I'll be with her as long as you're happy.

"The miser.." her inner self, imagining life without Raka. Friends who always lift their laundry, even if there is underwear is not disgusted in the slightest.

A friend who always takes his babble seriously. Friends who eat with him. Does Raka like it? Would Raka leave if she had a boyfriend?

Rosita and Tari smiled happily. Although not knowing who danced with their sister, but from invited guests who are mostly upper class can be ascertained, the salary of people who danced with their sister is above 5 million.

Unlike Fumiko who wants to curse the taste, glancing at the box containing jewelry. Want his sister happy, his sister's happiness is in the miser. And the miser turns out to have an income of more than 5 million."Shit!" he could not tell his sister who took a fish mujair when there was a large whale that followed him secretly.

*

"50 million? I don't have time to babble an hour to 50 million" Raka smiled cynically. Then rose up, passing by the two upper middle class girls who were in front of him.

The attention of everyone who was fixed on Raka, stared strangely as the young man got up. You may be looking for a partner to dance with or talk to other entrepreneurs. The women tidied up their clothes putting on poses as naturally as possible. While the men are from among the businessmen, tidying up their suits like they will face the boss. Prepare yourself, who knows they are the destination of Mr. Pramana's favorite grandson.

Passing these people. What will a husband do when his wife cheats? Of course fighting and swearing.

But what will a friend do when his friend cheats with another man?

"This uncultivated farm is mine," Inner Raka, continued to step up to the dance floor.

The back of the man's suit was pulled. While Fujiko stunned round his eyes. What's the son of this conglomerate doing here? Did he and Sean make trouble?

"You!?" snapped Sean. However, just for a moment, bowed to realize Raka was staring intently at him.

Sean stepped back, about to walk away from the ballroom, looking annoyed, taking off his mask. A really good-looking face, a little glancing up at Rosita, giving her business card."Please tell Fujiko, call me on this number.

Rosita just nodded not understanding what was happening. Too soon for him.

Fujiko looked awkwardly silent, about to leave the dance floor. However, unexpectedly this young man pulled her, dancing with her. Getting the attention of the people, step by step the girl felt tense. She didn't want this, the most horrible woman in the party. A little wrong, the same as dead.

A young man who had the height and shape of a body like Raka, part of his lips as well. The woman became a baper again, wanting to know what Raka was doing? He really wants to go home now. The young man before him only guided his swift movements without saying a word.

It grabbed Fujiko's waist, but occasionally let go. A dance? That's one of the things that can be done by the upper class, even the movement accompanied by salsa music that flowed suddenly.

More intense movements brought their bodies closer together. Fujiko just followed, but his heart is not here visible from the look in his eyes.

Maybe you're imagining making a sign of friendship with your best friend? It might be, but his current imagination Raka who was wearing a button-down t-shirt while cutting her toenails, was waiting for him to come home.

The lights suddenly went out.

Fujiko was stunned silent, followed by the cries of several people. Until the body in front of him holds it. Kissing his lips suddenly.

The young man's hand felt in the darkness at his nape. Slightly bowed enjoying her lips. While one more hand was on his waist clutching his body.

A tongue that allows him to play in the dark. The girl rebelled, but the young man's strength was stronger.

The same breath smell as Raka. He missed his best friend. Is this love? He unconsciously loves Raka, so he does not want another man?

He probably imagines this Raka. But isn't this Raka? Trying to rebel, but actually enjoying it.

A woman is in an electric current control room. Wh who? Of course Fumiko. The smiling woman did not miss the slightest chance, did not want her head to hurt.