My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Retrogressive

Today Fujiko is still on holiday, leave is taken three days, tomorrow the girl will return to work. The condition of the house is completely deserted, Raka turned to the right and to the left, then looked at her lover.

"We're going out for a walk today" said the young man smiling. He is close to Fujiko's body.

"I.this is at home, if anyone sees then. Akh.." he muttered, feeling his blood flow was too fast. His heart was racing, as the young man moved his lips around his neck.

Lips that move nonstop, Fujiko loosened her head, enjoying everything. Forgetting this area of the kitchen, the logic is like disappearing, do not want to know there will be people passing or not.

"Sorry! I'm going!" Fumiko immediately turned around to look at everything.

"No need to leave, it's done. I'm just making his neck more colorful, making a sign that this uncultivated land has an owner." Raka smiled, stepping past Fumiko.

While Fujiko bowed shyly, fingering her own neck. Quickly the brother approached."Wicked neck! Have you ever done that?"

Fujiko shakes."I told you I was a virgin."

"Thank God! Remember that! Wait until the first night! Even if he's a whale, but he has to keep himself, until both of your in-laws nod their heads in agreement." Fumiko's Firm.

"Dad and his mother would agree, they lived in the village, usually a diligent and unpretentious woman like me." Fujiko said confidently, maybe he will become a beloved daughter-in-law in-laws, hailed in the village, considering himself who works, even though only factory workers. The mother-in-law who was dressed simply, fried a banana with her, that was what was in her brain.

Fumiko clenched her forehead, swallowing her own saliva. After seeking more information about the Pramana family. Adinda, the name of Fujiko's future mother-in-law, has several boutiques and restaurants. Follow socialite groups, photos on social media that show luxury. Career women with high income.

While sister? Fujiko is just a factory worker with a salary, slightly above UMR. Will she be honored by her mother-in-law?

Fumiko swallowed her own saliva, perhaps her sister would have to thicken her ears later when facing high-class in-laws. Or maybe a cruel mother-in-law who wants an equally rich son-in-law? His brother would be killed if that happened.

"Listen mother-in-law could be the cruelest of creatures! You have caught the attention of your son! He could tell heaven was on the soles of the mother's feet in order to get a defense from Raka!" advice from the brother, successfully made Fujiko swallow his saliva.

"But there's also a good mother-in-law, right?" ask Fujiko.

"There are, but more don't get along with his son-in-law." Answer from Fumiko.

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The motor is turned on by Raka, while the lover hugs her from behind. Where are their goals? Dating cheap, that's what Fujiko wants.

The motor that drove, somewhere, followed the direction of the girl. Maybe about 50 minutes away, the motor stopped. The girl who walked into the small alley, while Raka clenched her forehead, staring cynically.

"It can't be, right?" his mind, sighing many times.

And sure enough, that damn place with that old wooden swing is visible. Raka ran to the edge area, then vomited out all of her entrails.

"Why you?" fujiko did not understand.

"We're going home, right?" pinta Raka with a face that suddenly turned deathly pale.

The old warehouse is near the swing. The expanse of grass looks green with shady trees. It's a nice place for a picnic, but not for Raka.

The young man's face grew even paler, cold sweat dripping from his temples, his hands trembling. His eyes slightly glanced towards Fujiko.

"Well.do you know where this place came from?" tanyanya doubt.

"Our old house is near here. This place is famous among the surrounding residents, because of the news about the kidnapping of children of conglomerate families. He said the boy was found with an injury to his head, his hand holding a gun, shooting dead one of the kidnappers" Fujiko replied.

"In.he's a murderer," Raka's hand grew trembling, despite trying to show a normal attitude.

"He's a good man. I saw him, wearing a bow tie and a dirty white shirt suit. He shouted and did not want to talk at the village chief's house. Pushing the family who wanted to pick her up home even the police couldn't persuade her who was terrified of everyone. Stupidly the boy locked the door to the village chief's room, so the village chief could only budge and sleep on the sofa." Fujiko laughed, starting to make warm tea using her small thermos.

Sitting on a mat, staring at the river facing the warehouse. A truly beautiful place, apart from the dark story in it.

"He must have made fun of everyone, right?" raka asked, grabbing the tea that Fujiko gave her.

"No, the villagers were pitying him. Including me, I even snuck into the village chief's room through the window. We slept together, I was flirty, wasn't I? Seeing the handsome boy go straight in and sleep together," Fujiko replied, scratching his head in embarrassment.

The little boy who had imagined being a princess, desperately entered the village chief's house through the window, only to meet the handsome boy dressed as a prince in his eyes.

Raka smiled inexplicably. Sighing in a rough breath neutralized his still irregular heartbeat.

His eyes glanced at Fujiko, slightly removing the child's hair that covered his face. Maybe Fujiko doesn't remember it at all, the boy isn't as cool as his imagination.

The boy, who was holding a knife when little Fujiko came in through the window, felt his life was threatened. It was almost crazy, considering that he killed one of the kidnappers, scared of the family and the police, that's what 10-year-olds feel.

"Don't come any closer or I'll kill you!" raka shouted as he held a fruit knife, staring at a girl with innocent eyes smiling at him. Raka's tears flowed, a completely shaken psychological state.

"What is the sword? Are you prince?" ask the woman to get closer.

"Ja. don't." Little Raka's words came to a halt as the girl hugged her. Blood soaked Raka's fingers. The girl's arm was hit by the knife she was carrying.

"I got a knife." The girl barks her head and starts to cry.

Really unlucky to feel, Raka grabbed the remaining cotton that was on the table. Then bandaging the not-so-deep wound was the origin.

The girl hugged her body again."Prince!" he said plainly smiling.

It sucks for Raka at that time, but events that can make her forget the trauma she experienced. Concentrate on looking after the child, sleeping with him on the village chief's bed.

What two brave little children, gathering kebo at home, even in the room of the village chief himself. Two kids who only met one night. Until finally reunited in cheap boarding houses a few dozen years later.

Back to being a couple to gather kebo.