My Girlfriend's Account Balance

I'll Save you

Strange, this is really strange for them. Two people were laughing loudly, while the other two were silent.

"You're kidding, right?" ask Dance again.

Fumiko shook her head."Doesn't remember his posture. Even if you wear a mask, you should remember. His height while dancing with Fujiko is the same as Raka. Just look more mature because of the effect of her appearance."

"Dad.A! I'll call dad!" Dance got up to her phonecell.

"Fujiko got a big fish. Probably the equivalent of a giant squid or a whale." Rosita settles herself down on the long sofa, putting her head on Fumiko's thigh. The eldest brother stared at the ceiling of the living room.

Four really weird brothers. Beautiful as an angel but Mail-like behavior that can sniff money from a long distance.

"I'll call Fujiko. But it does not guarantee also Raka is the culprit. Are there no other enemies? Or a clue and a motive?" ask Fumiko.

"Nothing, according to Nadila, is Immanuel's fiancee. Immanuel goes with Barbara on the grounds to strengthen Barbara's relationship with Raka. But they suddenly disappeared, both of their cars were found on the side of the road, with Immanuel's cell phone containing a lot of friendly chatt, even indecent photos of Barbara." Obviously Sean.

"Are you sure Barbara doesn't like or have a relationship with Immanuel?" ask Fumiko.

"I'm sure, absolutely sure. Immanuel is typical of childish people, clever but sometimes too innocent, still dependent on family companies. It was impossible for Barbara to suddenly change her target from Raka to Immanuel. Barbara's not crazy." Firm Sean.

"When the chatt-friendly history and the fulgar photo were sent. What was the night of the incident?" ask Fumiko again, paving the way to find the bright spot.

Sean was silent, thinking for a moment."So you're saying those photos were probably made by the kidnappers when they captured Barbara?"

"If all the photos and friendly chatt were sent on the night of the incident, it might have been made and sent deliberately to Imanuel's phonecell. One person holds two phonecells. Replying at the same time." Fumiko's guess, hearing all Sean's talk.

The second most intelligent of four children. The woman will not let her sister whale slip.

Sean was still stunned digesting everything. He clenched his hands, just getting to know. Why has the young man gotten involved so far? I don't know what he meant, but clearly his hands were clenched.

"Check those photos well there'll probably be clues about Barbara's whereabouts." The words that made Sean stunned, his eyes reddened, tears that were almost dripping. Honestly, he could no longer see the photos.

Wh why? Do you know about their relationship? Just looking for worldly pleasures. Bedmates living abroad. Youth who have a side profession satisfy lonely women. Always choose your clients.

With Barbara? Two people who have no status. Just having fun, no jealousy at all. But when you see one being hurt, the other one will get hurt. What exactly is their relationship?

Barbara is too reluctant to have a cheap lover like Sean. And Sean is also reluctant to have a cheap girlfriend like Barbara. But they remain together with the status of friends, occasionally related like a husband and wife. Strong foreign culture.

Weirdo? Of course, whether this is love or not. But Sean didn't want the woman to get hurt at all. A spoiled woman who always tells other men when drunk. Two people who are both br*ngsek. Then why? No. Barbara doesn't deserve to be hurt.

"Thank you, but if you have any leads from Fujiko, call me..." Sean handed me his business card.

*

His place is at the moment? Sean went back to his restaurant. Walking directly into his room, the young man who began to look carefully one by one the photos that the detective had given. He did not have access to see Immanuel's phonecell. Just a few puzzles he got from paying private detectives.

The contents of the chatt were indeed sent almost at the same time as Fumiko had expected. There are about 20 photos of Barbara's fulgar there, without Immanuel.

"Br*ch!" he sighed many times. Maybe it's better if this photo was made alone by Barbara. But his body was held by several people, not to mention the person who took the picture.

Everything was clear this time when he was calmer. His eyes looked around, observing one photo at a time, but eventually stopped when he stared at the painting, which was not on display. May have accidentally entered during shooting. In the photo Barbara is lying on the marble floor wearing nothing.

Sean's face slowly smiled, contacting his hired detective."It's me Sean! Zoom in on 301, especially on the back corner of Barbara's back painting lying down!" his orders.

The young man looked at the photo. Really looking at it carefully, have you ever seen an aged artist? Most of them will leave their full names, signatures, even the completion time of the painting in the bottom corner of the painting.

The young man who smiled knot, he began to find a thin thread about Barbara's whereabouts.

*

Tonight he did not sleep at all, only consuming coffee-flavored sweets that made him instantly literate even in the middle of a boring meeting.

Drive the car to an artist who has a name similar to the painting in the photo. An artist whose age is over 50. Living in the hills.

Not sure? It is not, because many people have similar names even though they are full names. The instructions he got after three days passed, by giving additional money to the detective worth 100 million rupiah.

The car stopped in front of the house. And sure enough there was a middle-aged man, drinking coffee that was safe in the stomach, from animal waste, and with Lee Min-ho as the brand ambassador of the coffee.

Playing his brush in the middle of his already trembling hand, was probably the influence of age.

"I'm sorry, excuse me Wiranto Mangun Sarkoro Wijaya Winata Kusuma Mangku Dirjo Sabto Winangun Karto Joyo?" sean asked frankly, carrying a record of names whose length might be equivalent to the MRT rail.

"Yes me. What's up, huh?" asked the middle-aged man to put down his brush.

"Look, do you know anything about this painting?" sean's question showed me a photo, with Barbara's body censored.

"Oh...this one? Did I do this once? Why would you want the same message?" ask the painter.

"No, but I want to know where you sell this painting. If you give me information I give you a reward." Said Sean taking out a black crackle bag.

From the box shape looks maybe toast, or maybe martabak? I don't know but what's wrong with giving information, anyway it's not about him.

The middle-aged man pointed towards the villa that was visible in the hills. The only building in the middle of the forest."The owner bought it first, but I've forgotten when maybe 10 years ago. The villa was rented because the owner of the villa went bankrupt. Now there are or are not its inhabitants I don't know." The answer from the middle-aged man, while receiving a bag of crackles given Sean.

Saving Barbara was the goal, one second too late maybe the woman's life will be lost. Drive his car towards the villa which is visible from where he is at the moment.

The painter breathed a rough breath. He gets a snack, enough to fill his stomach. But before that should be tested on his pet cat. If it dies or the cat does not want to eat, it means there is poison.

His hand opened the bag. There was a thick brown envelope there, resembling oil paper. Still think it's toast or martabak. The chocolate envelope was opened.

"I.. This is money, right? Not leaves? A...what was that dedemit?" murmured the painter between fear and dilemma. He was really afraid that this money after being spent would be a leaf.