My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Friendship So

Fujiko's eyes trembled slightly when the thin sunlight hit her face. The girl who opened her eyes, looked around."7 O'clock!" He ran, took the towel.

"Pelan-pelan will fall" said the man who was serving food.

One by one the food in the field, of course, from the ingredients in Fujiko's refrigerator. Put it on the floor, start eating food, the article is not a luxury place. Just a boarding house with three by four meters room. The kitchen is not so big, as well as a narrow bathroom complete with a dipper and a squat bathroom.

A beautiful girl who spread her hands. While shouting."The raka! Get soap!"

"Em.." the young man got up still with his mouth filled with rice. Take soap for the woman who is still extending her hand. The woman's body came out from behind the door. Maybe if Fujiko's other men wouldn't do this. But this is Raka, the man who won't get into the bathroom and then harasses her.

"This," sure enough, the young man just gave him soap, then went back to sitting cross-legged while eating.

The girl who was still in the bathroom, stared at the reflection of her face in the mirror. Looking truly handsome, any man would definitely be captivated by her. Why is his fate always unlucky? Many men approach but their salaries are below their standards.

It was nothing of the matter that her three older sisters had well-established lovers. Even her eldest sister's husband-to-be would throw a small birthday party for their father.

And himself? Always end up with crazy rich but just a rental. If you are really rich, already have a wife like yesterday. Who's soul mate? It is impossible for her to be a spinster, then to have to live by aging with a human irritant like Raka.

Sighing harshly, at least just one kindness the young man, always heard and helped him. A good friend.

*

Fujiko came out of the bathroom wearing a towel that covered her chest area, up to her thighs. Drying her hair with a hairdryer. His eyes looked around, Raka did not look at him at all, just as usual. Make food, take breakfast, then go back to his own room.

"Is this guy normal?" maybe that's what Fujiko had in mind.

The woman with a truly perfect body shape was posing. The shape of the front 38 B, the back is not too big, not too small, flat stomach, beautiful legs.

"Raka.." called him to make the young man wearing a button-up shirt and the boxer turn his head.

"What's? By the way, I'll borrow your bike in the afternoon, okay?" The young man who was smiling, seemed to be indifferent to the sight before him. A truly beautiful scenery, like the picture of a child Kindergarten, where there are two mountains that do not look perfect.

"Yes!" yoked Fujiko, put on the lotion. Is he not attractive? This young man is probably not normal.

Likes Raka? He only sees her as a friend. But somehow it's like every second needs it. It's weird, isn't it? But that's the truth.

Although his heart beat fast, although admiring the beautiful face, but the contents of the wallet is more important. Just a few pieces of money were green and purple. More precisely twenty thousand and ten thousand are there, two ATM cards and one ID card. So he firmly stated an announcement, that Raka will only be his best friend.

"Where are you going with my bike? What's meeting women?" ask Fujiko.

Raka nodded."Perhaps, the place is quite far away," the answer from him was eating vegetables and tempeh.

Fujiko immediately put on the factory uniform where she worked. Staring at Raka who always turned her back, when she changed clothes. Not looking at a bit.

"You're great, not tempted by me at all" Fujiko muttered after putting on her clothes. Eating the food Raka made.

"Of course, there's nothing to see." Spicy words from Raka.

"Sshh.ah..sial," his mind occasionally bit on its own lips, holding back from making a sound. Maybe this is the ugliness of Fujiko, always haphazard in front of Raka.

Making the normal young man can only eat but not be full. Although there was food in front of him, but the woman was more fun to eat.

"When are you paying?" ask Fujiko with her mouth full.

"No idea," Raka bowed, still eating quietly.

"Raka, why don't you find another job. You're 28 years old, sooner or later you'll have a family. Surely I also can't help your family when I'm married later-" Fujiko's words blushed, smiling to themselves.

His eyes slightly glanced towards Raka. The bright gaze full of smiles changed, being stared intently made the girl terrified.

"You're getting married?" ask Raka.

Raka continued eating. Not responding to Fujiko's words. After that it didn't say much, completely different from usual. Even when the young man was washing the dishes was the same.

*

The sound of the starter motor matic is heard, the motor that does not want to turn on at all. The woman who was confused at this time, she could not go to work at all.

The crane!

The crane!

The crane!

"Let me drop off" Raka said, stopping in front of Fujiko.

"How much screen?" ask the girl as if knowing the motive of the man.

"Later tonight I thought. It won't be too expensive" answered Raka. Without a doubt, the girl rode on a bicycle.

Holding the young man's waist tightly, the young man's beautiful face was buffeted by the wind. Riding a bike quickly, down the street. Passing the streets pretty shady, the clean air still feels."Aaa..aaa.." shouted Fujiko never felt this happy.

"I love you!" yelled Fujiko suddenly.

"Love who?" ask Raka.

"I love you! The money!" yelled at the woman again.

Two friends laughed together, pedaling the bike even faster. This time it's not a button-down. Raka uses a sweater and black jeans. Smiling with her bright face, the not-so-dense streets passed through the suspension bridge area."I love you too! The money!" raka yelled.

Somehow Fujiko sat back down, leaning his head on Raka's back. Squeeze his arms, leaving his hair in the wind.

It feels comfortable, isn't that how a friend feels?

Eventually the bike stopped in the front area of the textile factory. Raka gives plastic containing water and food that she cooked this morning at Fujiko's house.

"Cie! Send his girlfriend!" shouted one of the factory workers.

"Not boyfriend! Just friends! Who wants to date a scrapping guy!" cibir Fujiko to Raka.

"There must be!" raka kissed Fujiko's cheek quickly, then ran away on his bike.

"Basic whistling!" fujiko yelled, rubbing her own cheeks.

While his coworkers started singing."I found myself getting lost, as we got together, breathing out that can't lie friendship becomes love-"

Plaque!

Fujiko threw a punch at his best friend's head. Really upset it feels, he will not be possible along with the creature of the irritant. Until the new manager of the factory is seen, the man who just got off the car. Mature, tall, but skinny.

Bugs!

Fujiko hit him on purpose."Sorry sir?" said it.

"I.iya it's okay," the new manager wavered. A beautiful woman of Indonesian-Japanese blood is charming in front of her.

"The other failed again. That's why don't cheat" Fujiko's best friend murmured.

The head of his fellow worker, was hit again.