My Girlfriend's Account Balance

What If You

It was two weeks from their wedding day. Now it's time for departure, there's nothing to deliver them, just the family from Fujiko. Brothers who will be separated in great distances.

"If the work contract is over don't forget to go home," Rosita cried hugging the youngest tightly.

Dancing also followed crying out her snot, using tissue."The raka! Don't you sell my beautiful sister! If you sell, I'll make you barren!" the threat from the third brother, worried about his sister, given how miserly Raka was.

"No, I'm destined to be a slave wife." Said Raka, who was carrying some nearly expired food, for her to eat on the plane.

While Fumiko looks more relaxed, maybe knowing Raka's journey will not be long like TKI who is bound by a work contract of at least one or five years. This young man is a young businessman, so once his business is done, they will return, after getting tired of dipping in Singapore.

"It's a gift for your honeymoon." Fumiko smiled, giving the gift of a few packs of pregnancy test kits. Slowly walk up to Raka then whisper."Remember that! My niece must be your heir. If you remarry, I'll send someone to finish off your second wife."

Raka frowned, an incredible threat but responded with a flat expression."Well," that's all, realizing he had no power to cheat.

At first the couple waved their hands, dragging their luggage. What is in Fujiko's imagination? Life in a shabby little mes. You may also need to wash your hands to save on laundry costs. Wait a minute is there a brush to wash in Singapore? But don't worry, Fujiko has kept three brushes that are usually used to wash clothes. The stock of her husband that will probably be around for a long time abroad.

Her face smiled, looking for where they were sitting, following her husband's footsteps. Passing economy class passengers.

"Maybe the front seat," her inner.

Until arriving in business class, he still thinks positively, thinking maybe Raka is lost. In the end it went even deeper.

The seats are facing, the flight attendant is like a waiter. What class is this? A VIP? Does the airline provide VIP classes?

"This is where you sit. I'm going back to economics class. If there's anything to say to the flight attendant," Raka smiled at his wife, peeking at her lips.

Fujiko rounded her eyes, only a stranger was there. He was confused at the moment, when he matched his ticket. This was indeed her ticket, getting money from where her husband had rented VIP tickets. Fujiko quickly walked over, holding her husband's shoulder.

"I don't want to part with you. What if we sold half the price to a passenger sitting next to you. I want to be with you in Economy class," she said with pity at the same time touched her husband who was willing to sacrifice a lot of money for her. While Raka himself only eats foods that are almost expired.

The prince in his childhood was nothing with the romantic and self-sacrificing Raka.

"I should have rented a private jet instead" he muttered his own temple. A wife who does not want to be spoiled and her husband who wants to spoil his wife.

*

Nadila smiled as Immanuel stroked the belly of his queen."There's my son here" he murmured with a smile.

The woman nodded, looking at the truly enthusiastic young man.

"I want us to get married as soon as possible, a simple marriage is fine too. But the reception can be held in a big way. I don't want you to be denounced for being pregnant out of wedlock" she said, wearing a full suit.

Nadila shook her head and smiled."Don't think about what people are saying. The three of us are happy and will live together."

"You're too good. By the way, Raka is going to Singapore, so Aunt Adinda left you baby equipment. He said it as a prayer or provocation so that Raka soon had children." Immanuel chuckled, sighing many times.

"Have kids?" nadila asked, trying hard to smile.

"Maybe, hopefully Raka will get married soon." The words full of smiles from his mouth, were completely ambiguous.

Why like this? If Immanuel had higher intelligence and assets than Raka, everything would be fine. But the truth is not, even Barbara who became the wife of Raka's candidate both came from the upper class. This is definitely the status the hostess will have Barbara.

His fingers clenched, his face smiling like nothing had happened, watching how not as level as the young man who was beside him at this moment.

The human day may be deeper than the Mariana Trench so as to hide all its contents.

Everything will start tonight. The day of Immanuel and Barbara's death.

"Imanuel, what if to bring Barbara and Raka closer you drove her to decorate the boarding house Raka occupied. Who knows, Raka is impressed. This is also a thank you to Aunt Adinda who has sent a lot of gifts." Said Nadila, clutching her lover's hand.

"But I had to go out with Barbara. You're not jealous?" tanyakanya.

"No, because I believe you will always be loyal to me." Nadila gave a small smile on Immanuel's lips, the young man who returned his smile, stroking the tip of his head.

*

The night was getting closer to that moment, several hours had passed. The pregnant woman stroked her stomach slowly, while feeding her pet koi fish.

Silent alone by the pond, his eyes stared at the millions of stars above. The dead will be the stars that keep watching? That's a ridiculous thing. The dead man is but a lump of flesh that cannot move, just as his dead mother.

Immanuel is driving, followed by Barbara. No matter how lower Immanuel's status was, Barbara would not approach him.

A quiet road to a boarding place outside the city. Imanuel realized something strange about his car. His car tire flattened, slowly pulled over his car, followed by Barbara's car who also pulled over.

"There are nails" said Immanuel, sighing many times.

But unexpectedly a minibus car stopped in front of them. Some men came out of it. Moving fast, about to catch Barbara and herself.

The drug was injected into Barbara who was quickly unconscious. But only half the dose was injected into Immanuel, the young man reached into the cutter from his pocket, scraping the arm of the man who caught it.

Completely panicked, the young man who was running was frightened.

"Don't run away!" shouted someone who seemed to be a thug at him.

"If you were me, you wouldn't run!" His silly words that always win a running race, even the truth is some digging and trophies pocketed.

"The day was fast" they complained, observing Immanuel entering the forest deeper.

But still, the dope has been injected into him. His steps weakened as he exited the forest entering the local cemetery area.

"Damn!" it was only his curse that began to be unable to hold his eyes closed again, a place on a tombstone.