My Girlfriend's Account Balance

There's No Rejection

As usual, Fujiko opened her eyes to look at her husband who worked with some files, laptops, and tabs on the table. Wearing reading glasses, but wearing only shorts and election shirts.

Nothing has changed at all everything feels comfortable.

"Awake? Better take a shower first. I'll make dinner," Raka glanced at his wife, then continued his work. While eating the bread he got from the main house. Snacks that his father usually consumed when frugal. However, his father's whereabouts were not found, until no one ate the breadcrumbs anymore.

"We cook together," Fujiko got up, put on a towel, put her foot on the table. Then hugged Raka from behind.

The cleavage part of his chest looks, do not forget, the perfect size to seduce a man. Perhaps if the other man would not let her calm down, at all, attack her with a bringas.

"Shower there! I'm looking for money!" Raka smilingly kissed her lips many times, only showing affection.

"Yes," Fujiko smiled wryly, walking towards the bathroom.

Not long after that a voice of no wearing sounded. It was accompanied by a stinging smell from inside. It's used to it, it's so used to it, even before the wedding."Don't forget to flush!" yell Raka.

"Yes! No smell?" ask Fujiko from inside there, without any embarrassment at all.

"Lumayan!" raka answered, refocusing on her work. The usual absurd chatter, like Fujiko was part of his limbs. A shortage? It does not exist because they complement each other.

Life as usual. Sometimes that sense of comfort can be created from small things, if we can accept shortcomings and advantages without complaining.

The woman who had finished cleaning herself, was now cooking with her husband. Not cooking, rather warming the food given by Adinda.

Sit cross-legged, putting food on the floor. Even without the carpet. Just eating together full of smiles, using hands.

What did Fujiko imagine? He used to always imagine if he married later, he would live at home with an ART. Remain a career woman, serving her husband, keeping attitude, eating with a spoon, fork, even a knife at the dinner table.

She will be a graceful woman, must maintain ethics in front of her husband. It was a home in his imagination. But it didn't happen, he lived a simple life. Eating the same food as Raka. Even on a cold ceramic floor.

"Thenation's down!" Raka picked up the rice that fell on the floor, about to be placed in his own plate.

"It's been exposed to bacteria! Dump it! I don't want to be a widow at such a young age!" fujiko's anger stops her husband.

"One grain of rice disappointed the farmers. I'll keep eating it" Raka insisted.

This time they both disagree. Until Fujiko clenched her forehead."Then I eat," he said, seizing a pinch of rice that had fallen to the floor.

"Can't! My wife can't eat unhealthy food! What if you are sick!? Think about our son later too! I'm not willing to be a widower either!" the young man's mouth ranted, throwing a pinch of rice into the trash.

The woman who thins her lips restrains her laughter. She now knows how to control her husband. Like her stingy in-laws on a level with Raka. But it has a lot of high-value clothing stellans, as well as a collection of watches.

Why can that be? Actually he got a leak from Adinda, how the mother-in-law controls Patra. Not everyone has the same nature, happy to show off. So too with Patra.

The way to control Patra's miserly nature is actually quite easy. Patra never wanted his wife to lose to another woman. If another woman had gold, her wife would have to have diamonds. One more thing, Patra will also do anything for his son and wife. So if you threaten to hurt yourself a little, Patra will give in.

Raka sat back down after washing Fujiko's hands and hands. Two people who returned to eating quietly.

"Raka is actually my SMU friend just opened a food stall. I was going to buy it there, but he mocked me on social media-" Fujiko's words were cut off.

"Just calm! I'll ask Danu to help you open the cafe. Start from the cafe first, after you know how to manage it. I'll open a restaurant. Remember that! Don't let anyone insult you!" he was resolute with an aura of hatred that was not playful.

Fujiko gulped her saliva, staring at her husband. Really work? It works? The raka that he doesn't play is typical of people like this? Is she the ideal husband?

Until the ringing of the voice of the phonecell is heard by the name of the caller Pramana. Already know what's going on. Raka continued eating, maybe in a few minutes, she would start picking up calls.

*

"Raka lifted it?" nadila asked with tears flowing.

Pramana shook her head, sighing harshly."Raka loves Adinda very much. Adinda has a restaurant business, you instead recommend her business rivals, it deserves Adinda offended."

"But cake, this is my job. I have to review some other restaurants. Popular restaurants on social media. I don't know, I'm sorry..." Nadila kept crying as much as possible, as if Adinda was hostile towards her, distancing herself from Raka.

"Adinda's actually a good person. It was just that he was firm, as it would slowly be doomed. Grandpa will try to contact Raka again huh?" Pramana again grabbed her phonecell.

"Hello, grandpa? Sorry I was in the bathroom." Raka said from across there.

"Bathroom? Where's the bathroom? If you're done with your work, you should go home. Nadila will soon marry you. So bring yourself closer, do not hurt his heart" said the grandfather.

Unable to blame Pramana, the man simply did not want to be separated from his first great-grandson. That's why this step was taken.

"Grandfather, I'm at the boarding house where Fujiko lives. Get to know his neighbors. Because if there's anything later the neighbors will help him. He's alone here. I told Nadila. I asked her permission too." The answer from Raka plain.

"Said Nadila you've been gone all day?" ask Pramana again to her favorite granddaughter.

"I've been gone all day. But even then I went with Danu, reviewing the factory of the company I invested in a few months ago. Grandpa knew for himself I couldn't possibly lose my hand, an eighth of my savings was spent to save this company. If I'm broke I'm a total loss, but if it develops this can be an additional savings for my wife and son." The heartwarming words from Raka could be heard by Nadila.

In contrast to Immanuel, not a typical independent man, still tied up and salaried family company. But Raka was a different figure, even Pramana was hesitant to oppose her grandson. A grandson who is not afraid to be impoverished.

What Raka actually did, said would raise money for his son and wife. But his hand was stroking Fujiko's flat stomach. His son might be there. Why think about Nadila.

"Stupid time!" batin Raka, still talking to the grandfather through a telephone connection.

"Look, Nadila wants to have dinner with you. Take time for tomorrow. There is no rejection." Pramana Assert.

"I'll come,"