My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Pretend Rich

The girl tried to thrash, she wanted, to get swept away. Still in front of a lot of people? Totally disgraceful. Biting the bottom of Raka's lips.

"Bas aggressive," the shameless young man muttered with a smile, as the kiss slipped. Licking was like under his own lips that felt slightly salty from the blood.

Everyone blushed starting to smile at themselves laughing and talking. I looked at two people who knew what their status was.

"Ka...Ka...we're not dating! Don't misunderstand me. He's just my friend" Fujiko said.

Nolan came closer not caring about the man who suddenly kissed Fujiko."We're going home together, right?"

Truly friendly words, a sincere looking smile. Observing every curve of the girl before him. It really looks beautiful, beating even the photos of models or celebrities.

"I.iya we--" Fujiko's words came to a halt. His hands were pulled. His mouth was smothered by Raka.

"No, he owns this bike. Just gonna go home with me. We ate together, slept together, even went home together." Raka stared intently.

There was something strange about his clothes this man's lower social status. However, Nolan now inched back, staring at the cold face before him.

The intimidating aura that stung. Fujiko was unaware of everything. His mouth was still covered by Raka's hand.

"Friends s*lan! Where there is a friendship turns a caterpillar into a butterfly. My friend br*this is just a parasite," his mind growled.

"Fujiko may be next time" Nolan said, changing his mind, riding in his own car. His eyes looked around, not thinking about himself. Faced with this man, it was as if he entered the CEO's room and then got a loud crack.

*

Meanwhile, Fujiko is finally released by Raka.

"My girlfriend!" he muttered unwillingly, staring at the departure of Nolan's car.

"Girlfriend-to-be? She's your boyfriend's candidate?" ask Raka pretending to understand."Sorry I kissed you in front of him. That's because you want us to split the service money. You still owe me 262,000 huh? Don't forget to pay,"

Fujiko looked at her friend."The raka!" her screams made Raka cover both her own ears.

*

Any anger, but the end is the same. He hugged Raka tightly from behind who was piggybacking her home.

Miscarriage leaves look dirty the streets. Sighing rough breaths as it passes over the suspension bridge area. His eyes looked at the setting sun.

His heart was really sad at this moment, again failing to get a partner. Slowly his head leaned against Raka's back. At least there was a back where he felt comfortable.

"When do I have an established and wealthy girlfriend?" muttered.

Raka just smiled knots, still passing Fujiko's motorbike.

"Raka, find a girlfriend so you have a busy life. If you keep going like this, I won't have a boyfriend" Fujiko continued. Even pretending to cry.

"My financial situation isn't enough to have a boyfriend." Answer from Raka.

"Find a lonely aunt. Then get married, at least you'll have a shop or a shop from her." Fujiko said. But is it true that the girl will be willing if Raka has a lover?

"I'm not that kind of guy." Raka let out a rough breath.

"You're like a flea sucking my blood. Still said no matre." Fujiko.

"But it's true that my financial situation is not enough. The price of skincare is so expensive, not to mention if he wants to shop in Singapore. When marriage holds a massive ceremony, take care of her during childbirth, find the best hospital for her. After that it has a lot of moving assets for life to be guaranteed. Have many grandchildren, so that my wife and I can quietly leave our children when they die." Raka smiled, staring at the street in front of them with wind-struck hair.

Fujiko knitted her forehead."Skin care? Shopping in Singapore? Earnings 900,000. Want to borrow money to get married? Do you want to raise money and assets how many new girlfriends?" ask Fujiko.

"At least I should have 5 five-star hotels in developed countries. Maybe the United States, the United Kingdom, Australia, Singapore and Japan. Companies that are not only moving in Asia, but also penetrated into Europe. Two apartment towers in South Korea, then-" Raka's words are interrupted.

"After you have all that you'll dare to have a girlfriend?" ask Fujiko.

Raka nodded."Women will love a man who can make her happy."

Just planting a stake, he probably owns a quarter or half of some of the hotels he says he owns. While the company owned by his father only this year will spread to Europe. His eyes slightly glanced towards Fujiko from the rearview mirror of the motor. Smiling to himself, a truly strange young man.

"Later tonight pay off your debt" he said.

"Yes! You miser!" fujiko snapped, but still leaned her head against Raka's back.

*

Until the night before, today was not as usual. Indeed Fujiko there is only about 11 months, in the sense of one year less a few days.

The young man took another bath with the same reason, the bar soap ran out. What's a different thing? Raka this time wearing a suit, complete with shoes that may be expensive.

Putting her hair in the mirror. Wearing a Rolex watch, I don't know what the series is. Or rather, whether it is real or not.

Fujiko swallowed her saliva, for the first time staring at the young man with her cut-shirt was different.

"Am I handsome?" ask Raka.

The woman nodded, then shook her head quickly."Where did you steal this suit and watch from?"

"The mother bought him," a casual reply from Raka. Tidying up his set.

"Your mother?" Fujiko thinned her lips withstanding her laughter. There's no way the mother of this miserly creature is a rich man.

Raka nodded, her face smiling brightly."I borrowed your motorbike and perfume" she sprayed all over her clothes. Surprisingly it even loosened its belt, opening up a bit of its trousers. Spraying on boxer and her underwear.

Fujiko quickly snatched away her favorite perfume."Here's 50,000 little bottles!" snapped it.

"I'm sorry? Can I pay with a service kiss? The return is for you" said Raka.

"Raka!" fujiko yelled at the broom with anger at the crown while the young man ran away grabbed the key and then launched his motorcycle.

*

The biggest house in town. A magnificent party is being held, right there. "Truly a high-level waste," he muttered in an inexhaustible manner.

Walked into the front gate."Young master.." a few servants lined up lowered their heads in salute to him.

While the mother was in the corner of the room, laughing with the women of her fellow socialites. Today is the birthday of his cousin, Emmanuel. The mother certainly does not want her child to lose competitiveness.

"Raka!" shouted his mother's sister, approaching himself with a girl. From its appearance it is seen from above.

Mother who hugged him tightly, momentarily sniffed something strange."Why is there a woman's perfume?" tanyanya sniffed her son's clothes.

"I just satisfied my boyfriend. Even in my boxer still clings to the scent of her perfume, "the lie.

Adinda looks wrong and then glances at the girl next to her. A woman of mixed European descent named Barbara. The woman seemed to be unconcerned, living in promiscuity for many years, thinking it was understandable, when they had not officially become lovers. Moreover, Raka looks beautiful, a young man who is always hailed in this house.

Open his own business with capital from his grandfather, not college at all. But without relying on family companies have a lot of stocks and high-value assets. At the age of 28 years, precisely in the year 10 opened a business to play stocks, the young man was as rich as Belinda's father.

It does not exceed the entire wealth of his own family. But Raka can be said to be a hidden crazy rich.

"Hi, my name is Barbara. Our parents are working together on the property so, we can have dinner together and-" The words of Barbara who suddenly hugged Raka while leaning on the young man's shoulder came to a halt.

"Eat dinner together? It's fine, but you have to pay me 100,000 million per hour, restaurant food too, you have to pay. Here take away two packages, do you still want a night with me?" asked Raka, considering the food this morning that he cooked would definitely stale.

Wrapping up two packages? One was eaten by him himself. The other one was sold to Fujiko for half the price.

Barbara rounded her eyes. For the first time he was rejected without any consideration. And you have to pay if you want dinner?

"Are you just pretending to be rich?" barbara asked Raka with a deathly pale face.