My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Entertains

A really messed up romantic dinner. Raka drives her car, driving Nadila back to the main residence.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't know I was going to meet them. Moreover, they use your credit card. I'm really not good, then your money will be transferred. What's your account number?" tanya Raka took out her phonecell.

Ethics, that's the first. After the third invitation, the new will receive money from Raka. The first and second call must be refused, that is the lesson of the furry weasel skunk.

"No, your friend is my friend too." Said Nadila, can already guess after this Raka will persuade him again to accept the money. His face was smiling, just like Immanuel, all men would be prestige, feeling his self-esteem was lowered if the woman paid, however.

"Yes, wife! Next time I'll advise them." Soft words from Raka's lips. Making the smile on Nadila's face fade away.

Why not persuade him to accept the money? What's wrong with this guy? Is he crazy? He is confused now.

"Huh?" nadila asked to confirm her hearing.

"Take care of your health, and that of our son. She was my grandfather's first great-grandchild, and my first child." Raka smiled stroking Nadila's flat stomach.

Nadila knitted her forehead, not the child's problem, which should be discussed is the transfer money issue. Doesn't he want to keep the image in front of women?

"This is for you. Fujiko bought it, he said it's raining a lot lately." Raka smiled giving Nadila a scarf.

A woman who can't say anything anymore. His eyes always glanced at Raka's phonecell, hoping that Raka would return the money.

However, that was not the case, the young man opened the car door for her.

"Rest! Some days I have to get out of town. Reviewing the location of arid land, the plan is I will invest in building agrarian tourism. For the preparation of land must be cultivated and flowed water." Raka let out a rough sigh, words that were so ambiguous. That means maybe Raka wants to plant corn on his estate. Probably stayed a few days at the niece-in-law's house of her mother's cousin-in-law.

"Aren't you going home?" nadila asked, holding her hand.

"No, but I'm impressed with tonight." Replied Raka kissed the woman's handcuffs in front of her."Take care of your content," that's the only word that says. The young man who walked back into his car. Until Nadila held her hand.

He wants to prove one thing. Was Raka already in his hands?

"Aren't you jealous?" nadila asked suddenly."This one in my womb is the son of Immanuel. Aren't you jealous?" the question was convincing again.

Raka let out a rough sigh."Ever since I saw you I've been jealous. But I just kept quiet, because Immanuel is my cousin. But right now, I have a way to get closer to you. I don't know if I'm in love or not. But I'm quite happy."

An ambiguous answer, made Nadila smile forgetting the total amount of money she had to pay earlier. Waving his hands staring at the departure of Raka's car.

While Adinda saw everything, her face was smiling, back inside the house.

*

The night is approaching. Raka started loosening her tie. This was uncomfortable for him, how could he gather information on the whereabouts of his cousin and father?

That's not the question, are they still alive.

"Damn!" furious, wanted to feel strangled Nadila's neck.

Something that he did not do. Her tears flowed, however lost was her father.

Until a matic motor that was following his car from afar stopped. The woman who walked over to him, opened the door staring towards her chaotic husband.

"He's been interviewing you?" Silly question from Fujiko's mouth. Makes anyone feel weird.

"Thank God. We try in the car?" the woman chuckled with a flirtatious smile.

"Basic!" Raka chuckled, pulling his wife's hand, hugging her tightly.

"Raka, I--" Fujiko's words interrupted.

"Leave it like this for a moment. I need this to keep moving." The words from Raka's lips made Fujiko speechless.

Just a sense of comfort, slowly the young man sobbed to miss his father. He was still in his cry. Worried about what Patra is doing.

"You want some entertainment?" ask Fujiko.

"No," the answer from Raka still hugged his wife with a load of piled up thoughts.

"It's embarrassing, but it'll calm you down." Words from Fujiko's mouth.

That right? Two people are now in a hotel bed. A thick white blanket covered their bodies. Sweat flowed from the hair of the young man, who was enjoying the recesses of his wife's neck. The body moving slowly. The woman clutched tightly, the back of her husband.

Not being able to forget the problem, just like calming. I don't know how many times they did it until Raka finally fell asleep.

Fujiko smiled, staring at how innocent her husband's face was. He is also tired, but it is nice to do anything with Raka. Slowly hugging Raka's body. Intentionally wanting to touch the skin. Removes cold from the burning AC temperature.

*

Day by day passed. Fujiko will start working at the factory tomorrow. Raka also visits her if there is a chance, a refrigerator with a filling full of food. The in-laws who loved him, what was lacking?

Almost every night Raka comes. But during the day her husband was not by her side somewhere. Was the miser tempted by Nadila? Fujiko can only swallow her saliva remembering that name.

But for now, Raka just said she was busy. Not knowing what he was doing, Ragil, Evi and Light also started part-time work. Rarely in a boarding place, because of the loneliness in the end he contacted Reina.

And this is what happened, Reina came with a strange man. In terms of face quite handsome, but still, live with Reina who is a widow. Fujiko clenched her forehead staring suspiciously.

"Is there a quiet man, but has a strange behavior?" immanuel asked again, he was really afraid, Raka who might come back from Singapore came to this place.

"Not on the first floor were some quiet students. The most crowded are Ragil, Evi and Light. But they are busy working part-time. While the next room was empty, left the owner married me." Fujiko smiled looking shy.

"They've been gathering kebo for a year!" Reina shook her head in wonder.

"So everybody's a student, besides you and your husband, right?" ask Immanuel to make sure.

Fujiko nodded quickly."He always wears a button-down shirt and shorts. If you don't wear election shirts. If you meet him in this place that's him."

"No way Raka," Imanuel's inner recalls the classification of his family's appearance. A button-down shirt and shorts? It was definitely not Raka.

Her cousin always looks perfect when she's at home. Suit suits, even when wearing casual clothing wear a high-value out fit.

The young man let out a rough sigh staring towards Fujiko. The woman who defeated Nadila's beauty."Don't want to be a mistress" she advises.

"Indeed why? You want to marry her!? The genie cemetery! Dedemite!" growled by the mama who was not jealous when papa teased another woman. Mama just rent papa's ear, teach a lesson so that papa is smarter.