My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Prestigiousness

The woman grimaced in pain. But Fujiko whose face suddenly turned pale. Sighing for breaths many times, is this really Raka? The young man who often wears shorts and a button-up shirt, even cutting his toenails carelessly, occasionally smelling his own feet? Beloved husband?

Or does her husband have a twin? There are many conclusions in his brain.

"Raka, sit down, we'll talk about it." Moran said, looking dejectedly at Theo.

"Later tonight we'll talk about it. My wife is cold because of your lowly employees." Raka let out a rough sigh, staring towards Fujiko.

"But, me, him, I'm at work." Fujiko stops the husband who pulls her away.

The young man who crossed arms on his own chest. Looking at his wife's appearance from top to bottom."Do you like this job?" ask Raka.

Fujiko swallowed her own saliva, then nodded quickly. It's more terrifying than going head-to-head with a factory head.

"Moran, do you know the owner of this restaurant? I want to buy one of its branches," a remark from Raka made Moran knead his own temple, truly a descendant of Patra. Not a single bit of its nature that does not decline.

Fujiko knitted her forehead. It's been outrageous, completely outrageous, squandering money on unimportant things.

Plaque!

One punch landed on her husband's head."We're home! Before you embarrass me!" fujiko shouted this time, pulling her husband's hand.

The woman who was still in training at the restaurant returned her nametag."Sorry for making a fuss, I stopped," she told the restaurant manager, still holding her shyness in her husband's hand.

Moran let out a rough sigh."Like the curse of Patra and his descendants will be a really miserly person, as well as a slave wife," he murmured.

"Ja..so that's Raka sir?" asked Theo, starting to rise. Unthinkable to him his boss' business partner is his ex-husband. A really complicated relationship is like an FTV soap opera title that is said to be about a true story.

"Yes, he's the one who's going to invest. You want to compete with him? Make his wife your second wife? Don't dream, because just a little bit of his wife is interested in another man, he'll hire a hit man. Be careful, it could be that you're walking around with a car hitting you, or it could be that there's a chipped cable in the bathtub you're bathing in." Moran's advice to his trusted employees. The young man who had worked for him for more than five years.

Theo gulped down his own saliva, glancing at the chair that Raka had almost used hitting his body."A... Can I not attend tonight?" tanyanya did not want to experience similar events.

Moran shook his head."He'll be your boss too, so you'll have to be there tonight."

While Theo's wife looks upset, get up soon."You cheap lady! Even teasing a rich boss! Said her husband was poor despite his high class! Br*bw!" his true scream of jealousy, fear of losing Theo, became envy.

"Your mouth really can't be guarded. Let's get divorced, after this I'll send you back to the village." Theo firmly with the problems that have piled up in his life.

"Darling, I--" the woman's words were interrupted.

"Yesterday he came to the club'night, slapped an employee for being too close to you. You were once a kasbon because of your salary money that was drained by him. Jealousy, shame, another cheat.." - Moran's cynics are like pouring gasoline into a fire.

"Craffer?" ask Theo doesn't understand.

"You don't know? The new bartender you hired was with him all night, just last night your wife was staying at his apartment." The insinuation of Moran was full of smiles. Already consider Theo like his own brother, although his life is a mess, but the royalties of this subordinate can not be doubted.

"A. I don't" said the woman.

"I've been suspicious, these three months we've never been in touch with the reason you're tired. You always accuse me of cheating, so that I don't really cheat because you're the one who refused me to sleep together. I'm looking for a second wife. But reality---" Theo's words were cut off.

"I'm not cheating! There's no evidence. I really love you," she held Theo's hand.

"CCTV in lift club'night. You kissed the new boy," muttered Moran thinning her lips withstanding her laughter.

"Theo you'll be sorry! I will rise to become a career woman with gono-gyini treasures later. When my business was successful and you were down, I realized I was the best wife. I will reject you and find a better man than you. You were just a beggar!" he said Theo's wife shed her tears.

Destiny will turn around, the husband of the traitor and the imposter will forever not win.

"He why?" asked Moran who stepped away with Theo.

"Syndrom read too much of the novel of a kindly wife left to rise up, persecuting her ex-husband." Theo's reply nosedived his own temple. The moment before marrying his wife the innocent, shy village woman, at least that was the inherent image. But next? Every hold of money is always ludes, indeed the courtship period is the most beautiful time. But when the marriage of real life will begin, therefore the true nature of life partners will be seen.

Theo shows the nature of what it is when dating, likes to tease other women, careless to manage finances and so on. But his wife hid everything pretending to be a simple village girl, not caring about the treasure.

That's why the wife who does not accept the lack of Theo becomes jealous, instead of trying to guide her husband to change, even hostile to every woman who approached her husband. Who's in the wrong? What is the unfaithful Theo? Both of them were wrong, undergoing an unhealthy relationship from the start.

*

Fujiko's heart wants to stop beating. The man who danced with her was Raka? Someone he slapped in public?

"Raka," she said as her husband dried Fujiko's hair, a young man still in a suit.

"What?" Raka began to take a comb gently combing Fujiko's hair.

"Why are you lying?" ask Fujiko.

The young man was silent for a moment then sighed harshly."I never lied, but you guys misunderstood."

"Misunderstand me?" Fujiko clenched her forehead not understanding.

"You know for yourself, don't you know, I became an unknown ghost writer? There's one more side profession, this is my side profession." Answer from Raka.

"But you said you were going to be a TKI" Fujiko protested.

"It's not me, I'm just saying there's a job in Singapore. You concluded I would be TKI." Raka's words were indisputable.

"Saldo's account? You said 20 million," again the woman protested.

"In the dollar currency," Truly a young man who likes to look at his wife in astonishment.

"Bicycle chain? Expired bread? Half the price of vegetables? Numpang takes a bath in my bathroom-" Fujiko's words interrupted, the young man smiles then kisses her lips.

"Because it's my nature to collect money. While wearing your soap and skincare, because I love your scent, want to touch you, slowly want to have you, after a year of knowing you." The words from her, made Fujiko look her husband in the eye.

"I love you, make you my life companion" whispered Raka in his wife's ear, shrinking her neck softly.

Different aura of the same person. A completely different appearance looks more domineering and mature with his suit stellan. Here's husband.

"I--" Fujiko's words came to a halt.

Proots!

A really loud farting sound.

"Sorry," the woman chuckled to herself. Never able to keep an image in front of her husband.