My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Usul

What really happened in Singapore? The woman who was at first confused and clumsy with the original status of her husband. Sometimes he woke up, staring at the face of Raka who was still asleep. Two people who don't wear anything, only a blanket that covers.

It's too early today, he's married to the conglomerate's son? Why could? Something that is still unacceptable to him. The miserly young man who lived next door to his room was crazy rich.

Fujiko sighed harshly staring at the ceiling of her room. Is this a dream? Everything is still remembered by him, the day of his meeting with Raka. Like the grief they went through together, there was no man who was sincere to her just staring at her body.

How protective Raka was at that time. With the reason of soap, eating for free, borrowing noodles always bothers him. What happened to Raka? Is he lying.

Until the young man, opened his eyes again, staring at Fujiko who was stunned silent."Why?" tanyanya hugged his wife's body.

"Ti. no," Fujiko replied nervously.

"Is there something you want to ask again?" His words with lips could not be conditioned, sipping slowly on his wife's neck.

"I.. yes, Raka why do you live there?" ask the woman again.

"Because it is cheap and complete convenient," he answered, revealing a little blanket covering his wife's body. His lips licked, then it was like looking for a source of nutrients that should be found in his mother when the baby. The thirsty young man will be spoiled, making Fujiko grab his hair slowly.

"Bec... Raka?" lirih.

"What's? You like it.." whispered Raka in a heavy voice, staring at the reddish face of his wife.

"Agh.." a shout from Fujiko as her husband grew louder, playing his body, his whole body shook violently.

"Raka, please," she asked, asking what.

"Help?" ask Raka pretending to be stupid.

Fujiko quickly pushed her husband. Kissing her lips with a brandas, I don't know what purpose Raka played with her. However, the moaning sounds of the two were heard, as the woman united their bodies.

She really felt like a comfort woman. But, stupid! Raka is hers, her whole body is hers. Move slowly following the napkin. Make a mark on her husband's body.

"I like him." whispered Raka, the young man who easily controlled his wife.

There was no sound coming out of Fujiko's mouth other than her husband's name.

"I love you" Raka said back, as Fujiko kissed her lips. Letting the wife take full control of her body. It's fun, isn't it? Manipulating everything, the wife who will not be able to resist herself.

*

Today as usual. Fujiko already looks fresh wearing her husband's oversized shirt. Sitting at the dining table, observing Raka who was seriously cooking.

The woman who missed the food made by her husband. Up to some kind of food in the congregation, two people laughing together, put away their cutlery. I decided to eat on the floor by hand.

It's weird, isn't it? But that's what makes them both comfortable.

"Eat a lot..." Raka put more side dishes onto Fujiko's plate.

Prot!

"Sorry," the wife smiled sinlessly removing the poisonous substance.

Raka sighed, returned to eating. Already accustomed to the taste, the smell is not pleasant. It's like being in a garbage dump.

Fujiko, who caught up with him, brought dishes, and washed her own dishes in the sink. Her eyes slightly glanced at her husband's vexed face."What's up?"

Raka sighed."This is how maybe for a while we should keep our marriage a secret from my extended family when we get back."

"Why? Do they disagree because I'm not from a rich family?" asked Fujiko sobbing. Her imagination of a family living in the village, had already turned to imagination about her husband's family living in the big city. But that imagination turned back into a poor mistreated wife.

Raka shook her head, then smiled hugging her tightly."Look, no one in my family can oppose my decision. Because their threat to make me poor didn't apply. But there was one bigger problem, my father and cousin suddenly disappeared. My mom suspected this was my cousin's pregnant fiancee. Grandpa asked me to replace my cousin, take responsibility and marry him."

"So I'm going to be the first wife? You're gonna marry her?" fujiko asked, crying louder.

Raka shook her head, loosened her embrace, then wiped away his wife's tears."No, I'm not marrying her. It's just to protect you, and find my cousin and my father. Just two months, for two months I would stay in the main house, investigating everything under the pretext of getting closer before the wedding. So, will you help me?"

"Help?" ask Fujiko.

Raka nodded."Pretend to be my distant cousin. Son of my mother's cousin. Your job is easy, help me so he doesn't have a chance to take advantage of me."

"But you're not gonna fall in love with her, are you?" ask Fujiko a little more calmly.

Raka shakes."I didn't really know him, I didn't like his war that always spoiled my grandfather. My wife is prettier than she is."

Raka murmured with eyes to look around, slowly his eyes closed, slowly muttering his wife's lips. Intercut with some sufficiency. Slowly the body was lifted to the dining table.

"Raka, no! Better in the room." ask the woman with hair that is still half dry.

"Want to try something else. Can you fight?" raka asked, forcibly unbuttoning the shirt. Until some of the buttons came off.

Their breaths were both disordered, back on top of each other. One by one, clothes were scattered. An uncomfortable place? Of course, but it creates a different strange sensation.

"Just in the room.me..." Her lips were in silence, a woman who could do nothing if it was like this. I can only scream and enjoy it.

"Basic bawdy!" the mind of an equally perverted woman. All the problems seemed to end with the bed, sorry wrong, this time with the dining table.

A newly married bride is that right? Just found out how the husband-wife relationship, want to feel even deeper. Planting corn daily, tilling dry land, draining it with water.

Never satisfied with the taste, when sweat poured. Just a sense of anxiety in Raka, every wife shouted her name.

*

What kind of life will Fujiko live? It was the day of their return, riding in a high-priced car, with a driver driving towards the main residence.

As before the big gate opens automatically.

"This is your house? Ja...so we broke into your house before?" asked Fujiko with a pale face.

Raka smiled, then nodded."Yeah, we infiltrated my room. Why do you miss your prince? Even write an apology on the bed linen we've covered?"

Fujiko rounded her eyes, gulped her own saliva."I'm ashamed!" his mind, turning towards the car window, restrained his embarrassment.

"What if next time, we do it in my grandfather's room. It must be more exciting, and thrilling." Crazy proposal from Raka.