My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Trap

Rain fell slowly, a woman gazing towards the window wet with dew, stroking her own stomach. His age has just entered the 6th week.

Sitting down for tea in a private villa that his fiancee bought.

Prangs!

"No. miss," a servant looked down in fear.

"There are ants, do you think ants are protein supplements? You like to eat raw food. Take the chicken meat in the refrigerator eat it raw in front of me." Speech from him growled.

"No. my lady can't.." the servant's words were cut.

"Eat or you I fire. Remember your pay here is twice that of a waiter anywhere else." A beautiful woman who kept smiling was calm.

The servant cried, he needed this job. Jobs with salaries above average. Walk towards the fridge, pick up raw chicken meat.

The woman who returned to where Nadila was."Miss, I can't..."

The words of the servant are interrupted."Eat up!" snarl.

The servant's hand trembled, stuffing the raw meat into his mouth, enduring his nausea.

"Miss?" he said it was hard to swallow.

"Eat," he commanded.

Up to the third feed the waiter vomited. It was not strong that his body was trembling with a pale face.

"Vomiting? Clean up after that ask for your severance pay to the butler." The order from Nadila walked towards the first floor.

The waiter could only cry, staring at the rest of his vomit splattered on the floor. This was his master, himself a servant in the main residence, but transferred by Immanuel to serve Nadila. Can only comply, packing his belongings after receiving severance pay.

*

The beautiful, graceful-looking woman started to descend the stairs. Her father, Jovi, was seen there waiting for her arrival. The beautiful woman who hugged her father tightly then sat down beside him.

"How are you?" jovi asked his daughter.

"The doctor said he was fine. Dad, can my goals change?" ask Nadila.

"Changed?" Jovi knitted his forehead not understanding.

"Imanuel, he is indeed handsome and has a position in the company. But still sooner or later Pramana will pull Raka back into the company, making her the sole heir. While the child in my womb, and I will only be an estranged person. The house will have a young mistress once Raka gets married." Nadila sighed violently, looking to think for a moment.

"Isn't that our plan? Get rid of Raka, once you marry Immanuel? Pramana will make you the young mistress and the future granddaughter of the father her heir." Jovi smiled, at his daughter.

"Dad know the amount of wealth Raka has, plus Patra's personal assets?" nadila asked her father.

"Who cares, what matters is what Pramana has." The answer sounded so calm.

"You want to marry Raka? The one in your womb is the son of Immanuel. Everyone in the family knows. There is no turning back, and Immanuel is good enough for you, after all" said the father.

"The Pramana family is too high in ethics. Aunt Adinda (mother Raka) has told everyone in the main house, that Barbara will be her daughter-in-law. What if Barbara had an affair with Immanuel, then died in the hotel together?" nadila asked her father.

Jovi who had wanted to drink the tea made by the waiter put the cup back, staring fixedly at his daughter.

"Nobody was responsible for my pregnancy because Immanuel who had an affair with Barbara died together. The Pramana family will receive much criticism and blasphemy, because of Immanuel's behavior. The only way to stop all blasphemy is to hold Raka responsible for the actions of her late cousin, to marry me in place of Immanuel who died while having an affair with Barbara." Obviously Nadila, already thinking about everything mature.

"cheated? Do you have a brain or not? Immanuel is only loyal and pursues you like a submissive son. There's no way she's gonna have an affair with Barbara who's after Raka." Jovi shook his head in wonder.

"It's impossible, so kill them. If the hotel room is unsafe because there is CCTV, kill them in the car. Take off their clothes, as if they were acting indecent." Nadila clenched her hand.

"Nadila, Immanuel loves you so much. Why must--" The father's words are interrupted.

"Dad forgot why my mom died? He was killed by br*ngsek! I saw it with my own eyes. His head was smashed with an umbrella, a baseball bat, and a stone, the br*hsek who made my mother a second wife because she was only a countryman!" Nadila smiled, her tears were flowing, it really looked unnatural, the once in a while pregnant woman laughed softly.

Jovi was his father, his mother and father divorced when he was 8 years old. A little girl who prefers to live with her mother. The mother remarried a married man, but was treated like a servant by her in-laws and the first wife.

In the end his mother died at the hands of his stepfather. The little girl who concluded, if women must have the highest status in order to live. The lower the status, the more it will be stepped on. His stepfather went to prison at the time, was released a few months ago, then died in a hit-and-run accident. Who did? This is all Nadila's doing.

Still remembered clearly in his mind when his mother and himself who was only a child innately beaten using an umbrella. Even using a baseball bat by his stepfather, just for asking for money to pay for school supplies.

The mother protected him until he died. Feelings that can not be lost, even to return to the care of his biological father, Jovi.

"What's your next goal?" jovi asked his daughter.

"Have the highest status in the house. Making Raka responsible for Immanuel's humiliating behavior. Replace him marry me. I'm looking for a way to get information about Barbara. We just need to find a loophole so that their infidelity and death are considered natural." Answer from Nadila.

The villa door suddenly opened an old man entered the living room area.

"Grandfather!" said Nadila running small, leading Pramana to enter.

"This is a gift for you. Take good care of my great-grandchild in your womb, well. Imanuel should have married you, why postponed. If more people know it will affect your reputation." Pramana smiles giving a paperbag.

Nadila returned her smile, walking to the back of Pramana who was sitting on the sofa."I just want Immanuel to concentrate more on the company. Listen, soon there will be a big project, the wedding is only delayed by one month. There will be no problem" he said, pinching Pramana's back.

Until a waiter suddenly came along, carrying a cookie.

Prangs!

Glass jar containing broken pastries, broken glass fragments that hurt Nadila's legs. The servant was really trembling at this moment."Sorry miss!"

"It's okay, you may be too tired, better rest now. Continue your work later." Nadila smiled kindly at the waiter. Then walk up to pick up a box of P3K treats his own wound.

Pramana smiled a rude sigh."You're too good. My granddaughter Immanuel is lucky to have a future wife like you."

"I still lack a lot, grandfather don't praise me too much. By the way mumpung grandfather here, how about we take pictures, then upload on social media so that Immanuel who is in the office envious." Nadila chuckled, then put her phone on the tongsis, took a picture and smiled with Pramana and Jovi.