My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Ethic

The morning was approaching, a young man got out of his car. Still wearing a headset contact someone.

"You know my opponent is your dream man? It takes a lot of money to marry him. I think an ordinary girl is easy to approach. But your dream man is like a ghost that appears anywhere.." grumbled the young man carrying a paper bag that I don't know what it is.

"I'll pay five times as much at your wedding reception. After all you get a beautiful woman from a good family. With the money I gave you, you can also open a new restaurant branch." Barbara's voice rang out from across there.

The young man laughed a little."The restaurant branch.." he muttered."My opponent is the favorite grandson of a conglomerate family. A little wrong, then I'm done. It's just because I'm interested in Fujiko, I want to negotiate again. One million extra dollars, if you manage to marry Raka."

"Deal," Barbara smiled in response."I have additional information, Raka has to go abroad in two weeks. That's the time for you to get married to Fujiko."

"Thanks info.." said Sean turned off his call. The young man gave a rough breath. All this time there was no woman who rejected him, yet this girl pretended to smile at him? No, it's a challenge to have it. A beautiful, independent woman who may fit her personality. If for the typical ideal wife is the person.

What exactly is Sean's profession? The young man owns two restaurants, and shares in the club'night. Selling, just as his hobby, adventuring as single, getting money and satisfaction at once. However, everything must be ensured safe by him, only accepting certain clients in between time only.

Not putting feelings on any of his clients. Only related to biological needs while adding material, he does not want to lose, right? But this time it's different. At first Sean just wanted to dabble and play with the wedding, given the nominal offered by Barbara.

But a woman who is so beautiful, a typical woman is ideal. From the shape of his body is visible, women who have not been played by men. Like a phonecell is still sealed neatly on a glass shelf. Not from a rich family, just like he used to fight desperately from scratch. But the woman just smiled, pretended to smile, made herself want it more, knowing there was no sincerity in her eyes, just a rejection.

Marriage problems, it might be nice to have a wife like Fujiko, independent and naturally beautiful without care.

The gate of the house of Word was knocked by him. Rosita, who is on holiday, opens the door."You're Fujiko's friend, right?" ask Sean, remembering last night's party.

The young man smiled."Is Fujiko around? I brought her some souvenirs."

Rosita quickly let in. In the end his sister got a suitable match as well. He is not so hopeful of the conglomerate's (Raka) granddaughter, who kissed her brother in public. Of course because of her exorbitant status and Fujiko's slap. But, Sean is not like the favorite grandson of the conglomerate family last night, Sean is not an unreachable star, only the owner of the restaurant is suitable enough to make his brother happy.

"Dance! Phone Fujiko! Tell him to come home!" rosita shouted, walking into the kitchen, at her sister who was in the room.

"He's back at his boarding house. I sent a message yesterday. Later in the afternoon will be back," said Tari from inside there, preparing to go to work.

Rosita ran for a drink, then put it on the table."Thanks so. But Fujiko's out, coming home in the afternoon. You better save it first, give it to us in front of him, to impress him,"

Sean just smiled knotfully, family not bad, understand the situation. For some reason, he felt comfortable. It's not like meeting his client's family. Does this feel like it's going to be a candidate-in-law?

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Elsewhere, Fujiko woke up, her head still a little sore. His eyes looked around watching his lover sitting cross-legged while eating breakfast.

But there was something strange, the young man ate white rice and vegetables as usual. However, in front of him there is a food box, from the way of packaging that uses special mica, looks from expensive restaurants.

Rice to take. But unexpectedly Raka hit her fingers with a spoon."My wife can't live hard!" he said with his mouth full, putting his plate on the floor.

The young man who opened the mica box, fed Fujiko with pieces of fruit."Stop that!" said the girl pulled a box of food.

"Where did you get it?" fujiko asked, staring hard.

"I bought it," The short answer from Raka, ate the rice and warm vegetables she made.

Fujiko clenched her hands, her tears flowing."Is this how you think you have a boyfriend?" that was the question in his heart.

"I'd rather have warm rice and your homemade vegetables. Don't spend money on this kind of thing" Fujiko said, holding Raka's fingers.

The woman who started eating her lover's cooking which was just vegetable soup mixed with pieces of tofu. His lover lives hard, he also has to live hard, right?

While Raka knitted her forehead. Not understanding at all, Immanuel and Patra always gave high-class food to their partners.

He only ordered breakfast from a nearby restaurant, but Fujiko prefers his vegetable soup? No, if this is how his wife could die. The strange young man who was really always anxious about the impossible.

"Eat this!" he asked, offering a mica box containing American breakfast food packages.

"No want! Vegetables and tofu are healthier! I wouldn't be full if I didn't eat rice!" The unethical girl sat down carelessly eating with a spoon, occasionally burping and farting, maybe the wind in her body started to come out.

There was no prestige at all, Raka could only sigh violently, confused as to how to treat this woman. In his imagination so has a girlfriend, villa and car must be ready, as Immanuel indulges his fiancee.

"What if we move stay in vil--" Raka's words will say about the readiness of her private villa, interrupted.

"Moved? You want us to stay in the room? But what if the owner of the boarding house knows?" ask Fujiko shyly.

"We can stay in the villa, me and you. Like-" Again the young man's words were weighted.

"Living in the villa? Meaning inn? It's too expensive, you also have to pay daily. Leave it like this first, right? We tried together to raise money to get married and buy a small house," Fujiko smiled, returning to eating voraciously.

Her lover was really pretty, even Immanuel's fiance was nothing. Although just waking up, although there is a little residual dirt in his eyes, although his hair has not been combed neatly. But it seems natural, if the dirt in his eyes is cleaned, then pose sitting on the bed, like a casual clothing model.

Is this why she loves Fujiko? Not because of her beauty, this was because of the feeling of comfort, of needing each other regardless of each other's weaknesses.

"Want to travel to Singapore?" ask Raka suddenly.