My Girlfriend's Account Balance

One Restrained Word

Today the woman polishes herself with makeup. However, in Pramana's mind, her first great-grandson was in Nadila's stomach at this time. The woman who was staring at the mirror, a smile was seen on her face, a face so charming.

The situation that actually turned favorable on him. Jovi, who had just arrived, stared at his daughter.

"Imanuel has not been found. Anyway, the one you threw away his son. So when he's dead, give him a little apology." Jovi said, patting his only daughter on the shoulder.

Nadila just smiled, apologized? Why should? There was never an embryo from the beginning. He still smiled, the memories of the past came back to him.

Take an old photo album. She once really loved someone, her tears were flowing, but a smile was on her face.

A photo of a pair of SMU-clothed teenagers, what happened to her? They are in a relationship like a couple who are still shy. Laughing together, the young man who did not even have a bicycle, worked as a sugarcane factory worker, after he went to school.

Jovi did not know it at all, the father was too busy developing his company. Until there was a time when a pair of teenagers took shelter from the rush of rain, staring at each other. Until they end up giving each other their sanctity.

Only the past wants to be forgotten. Kala the young man promised to propose to her after graduating SMU. But it was a promise, the young man who smiled for the last time, could forget his heart wound with a death, smiled with waving hands, when they promised to meet, dating together after the final exam.

The ear-bending sound of the car trying to brake was heard. Hit the entire footpath that was there. A dozen people were killed at the time, including her boyfriend.

Nadila wiped her tears, now she does not believe in the existence of God. If God had his mother would not have died, so would his lover. Good people will not be hurt.

It was as if God was just torturing him. So should he ask the existence of God? Does God exist?

Therefore, he will not love anyone. Will not spread love like God wishes, He who took the lives of his mother and lover. There is no eternal happiness.

His face was smiling, seeking happiness of his own. What the hell is going on? He was deliberately ensnaring Immanuel. He even had a spr*ma donor abroad before connecting with Immanuel without his father's knowledge.

Just to get high status. Meet the son of a conglomerate family, give him a drink. Are they really related? Of course, but Nadila had undergone a sp*rma donor one day before.

Just silently injuring his own finger, expressionless calm when dropping his blood on the bed sheet as if this was the first one related to him. Is this planned, pregnancy? Either the son of Immanuel or the result of a sp*rma donor, which was clearly a failed fertilization process. Just a failure for him.

Doesn't he feel hurt? Why sacrifice her body, even take the initiative to do sp*rma donor before ensnaring Immanuel, just to convince her to get pregnant?

Why should I get hurt? Why should I feel guilty? To whom should he feel guilty? To his mother? Or his dead girlfriend? Still, the dead cannot be revived. God's Cruelty? That's all he has in mind. His heart was already numb, if it had power and high status there was no need to fear death.

A theory that does not make sense, because every human being will rot in the soil, rich or poor. But once again the woman's face looked towards the mirror, her tears flowing. If he had the highest power he would be happy, just as the first wife of his stepfather smiled when she and her mother were tortured.

Money and power are the source of happiness, because the source of happiness has gone to be forcibly pulled by something called God. The woman tidied up her makeup, wearing shoes that seemed simple without right considering she was pretending to be pregnant.

Thin makeup looks beautiful, wearing a mini dress impressed feminine. The image of a good woman is not a seductive woman, that is what she is aiming for. He does not love Raka or Immanuel, only a belief that wealth and high status will bring happiness in the end.

*

The night was approaching, as his promise this time Raka came. The young man smiled as he sat down politely. Tenderloin steak in session, Raka himself ordered it.

"Eat! Fish is good for fetal development," That's what the young man before him said.

Nothing strange at all. Attention is also directed, wiping the corners of Nadila's lips slightly dirty. Friendly man who is kind, smart, hardworking, that is the figure of Raka who is always told by Pramana.

"Are you used to drinking wine after eating? Order up! Let me drive later." Nadila said, smiling at Raka.

"No need, I don't drink. Besides you're pregnant, it's impossible to get me drunk to go home." Answer from Raka, clasping her fingers.

"About mom and Fujiko, understand them. They don't know you yet. Sooner or later they will like you," Raka smiled giving an explanation.

Nadila just nodded, she would consider not acting now. Maybe wait after getting married to Raka. Brash in-law, filthy sister-in-law, she was really upset.

"Raka, have you learned to like me?" ask Nadila.

"Not yet, but I will try, no matter how much responsibility you have for my grandfather has been handed over to me. In your womb also flows the blood of our family descendants. Honestly, I've never been in love before, so understand if I'm a little stiff." Answer from Raka. Truly a true seductive man, his figure seemed to change. He had to do this to find his father and cousin.

His men were already moving, checking Nadila's car. Seeking clues about the whereabouts of both family members. He just needs to buy time.

A message suddenly came in. "Sorry," Raka said reading the message.

'No leads.' That's the message that came in.

Raka clenched her forehead turning to look towards Nadila. Br*ngsek's smart woman. He will probably have to make a date again in the villa Imanuel gave. To make it easier to infiltrate the paid ones.

Raka started sending messages back to her three paid people. 'You can eat! I'll transfer each one!'

That was the content of the message, making the three people who had been wearing suits and dresses round his eyes. Who is not interested in Cuan?

The three people who entered the restaurant area, their eyes looked around like they were looking for an empty table. But actually not.

"Raka!" said one of them, pretending to be a distant friend.

Nadila sighed staring saturated. Why at times like this there must be a bully. Not one now there are three.

"Hi! Long time no see!" Raka hugged the young man's body, looking familiar.

"Nadila, introduce this Ragil, Evi and Light. All three were my friends when SMU." The lie.

Three people suddenly added extra chairs and an additional table that was joined into one on the waiter.

"During not meeting. This is Nadila, right? Famous on social media." Babe Evi was so happy it felt, even taking a few photos. Nadia tried hard to smile.

"Yes, this is Nadila my future wife." The words from Raka's mouth made the two people look even more interested.

"Beautiful!"

"Famous!"

"Good!"

That's their praise, although there are many more. Nadila just smiled, she hated this. I really hate this situation.

Up to one sentence spoken from the lips of Light.

"You're Raka's future wife. It means our friend too! To celebrate your relationship, our meal Nadila will pay!" The light decided.

"Ashim!" Maybe that one word that Nadila wanted to shout in her heart. The woman who still smiled was friendly to keep her image.