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What did Fujiko do during Raka's departure? He fries eggs, is given tomato sauce. Eat it alone."Is he dating an aunt?" he muttered considering that Raka was wearing neat clothes, as well as watches that might be purchased on the side of the road at a price of 40,000 thousand rupiah. Given how stingy his friend was.

Just a friend, a friend should pray for the happiness of his own best friend. Fujiko got up soon."You miser!" he suddenly imagines a woman taking Raka to the hotel. Straddling on the mattress asked Raka to satisfy him.

It doesn't feel good to eat anymore. The woman covered the rest of her food, then washed her hands. Walking out of the boarding room, maybe socializing with college kids is better.

"Can join?" he asked when he saw the students and students watching television together in a room that was intended for them to gather. There is a big screen television there provided by the hostess. A middle-aged man who only came once a week.

"Your husband doesn't come home? Be careful he cheats." Said Ragil eating Kusuka potato chips.

"Home wife? We're just friends," Fujiko chuckled. But it was not followed by the laughter of some nearby students and university students. Eyebrowing, as if Fujiko and Raka are a kebo-gathering couple.

"We're just friends, after all if we're girlfriends, do you think I want to be stingy?" fujiko sat on the sofa.

"I once invited Raka to eat at the front meatball stall. But he said the terms must pay him 100 thousand per hour, all that I eat that pay, plus wrap two portions to take home." Gumam Evi student majoring in literature.

Everyone seemed enthusiastic about listening, including Fujiko.

"Then? You want?" ask Ragil.

"I loved my money at first. But curious too, Raka when seen his face beat my celebrity idol. So when I got the leftover money from the seminar, I set aside 300,000, to eat with him." Answer by Evi.

"Then what happened?" Light, the medical student interjected.

"He ate slowly and spent two hours without speaking. Just one bowl of meatballs is over. Damn again, one of the two meatballs wrapped for 15,000 sold 5,000 to Fujiko." Evi sighed harshly, kapok did it again.

"Creatures are shrinking," Ragil befell him.

"By the way he cooks for you. Eat with you, he'll be asking for payment, right? How much money have you been drained?" ask Evi.

"She just cooks and then takes a meal and a shower. Then go back to his room." The answer from Fujiko is what it is.

"You are like husband and wife. Even sharing soap, your gesture is like liking each other, but not realizing." Speak Light, snatch the cassava chips Ragil's.

"We're not--" Fujiko's words interrupted.

"Did she ever hug you?" Ragil clenched his forehead.

Fujiko was silent at a loss as to what to answer. But he and Raka are friends. Are friends hugging each other?

"Have you ever kissed? I mean from lips to lips, mouth to mouth?" asked Evi really enthusiastic about a pair of friends who missed this.

"Ka...Ka's...We are only friends" he replied, trying to smile. Can't friends kiss abroad? That's the reason in him. It is like forgetting he was born and lived in Asia which has a more strict culture, never lived abroad.

"You ever sleep in one bed?" The light asked again.

"We're just friends!" A stern answer from him entered the room with mixed feelings.

Brak!

The sound of the door closing was heard.

*

He could not sleep at all, even after drinking milk and wearing a mask. Usually Raka is in his room, in hours like this they eat boiled cassava. If not, but now?

"He ate with aunts. Unfaithful friends, man!" he said sulking to endure his heartache. Like a wife left behind by her husband cheating.

Until exactly at half-hour one night. The door to Fujiko's room opened, the woman who had just begun to fall asleep forced herself to open her eyes.

"Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday matre, happy birthday..." That's the song from Raka,

Making Fujiko immediately rise to look at her friend. The young man who walked carried a sponge cake that was not so big, decorated with white candles in the middle, a large candle of quality that was not easily extinguished.

Fujiko closed her mouth feeling moved, considering that it had been three years that no one remembered her birthday. Her tears are flowing. Quickly hugging Raka's body, Really a true friendship isn't it?

"You want to take me out, right? To have a lot of money?" fujiko muttered with a smile. Staring at the usual white candle in the stall.

"The gift from me is the candle" answered Raka. Truly a true miserly creature.

Fujiko let go of her embrace, starting to blow out the candles that were on the cake."I want a rich girlfriend! With a lot of savings!" A request from him while blowing out the candle.

"We keep the candles, just in case there is a power outage," said Raka kept Fujiko's newly blown candles in the woman's desk drawer.

"Followed," Fujiko chuckled, putting a sponge cake on the table.

"I brought this steak real Wagyu meat, cheap only 20 grand." Said Raka, not wasting a chance, you want to? Otherwise I'll sell it to another neighbor.

"Basic! You're dating an aunt?" fujiko looked suspiciously. His eyes looked around to see whether or not there was a red mark on his best friend's neck.

The girl is getting possessive, Raka can't get married first from her. Can't leave him lonely, before a rich prince rides a bangs pick him up.

"A kind of aggressive woman, which is obviously let's eat," Raka smiled, as soon as Fujiko let out a rough sigh.

"Don't be materialistic. Look for a fine woman and-" Fujiko's words are cut off.

"And what?" raka asked, holding back his nape, eroding the distance between them. Now it's just a few centimeters. I swear by anything, the young man's roar of breath hit his face, scented with cherry. Makes him unable to wiggle.

"Bec... Raka," Fujiko wavered, when the young man who now hugs her.

"My mom asked my son. What am I supposed to do?" his murmur, again tightened his embrace, telling a glimpse of his family's problems m

This is what happens when every family wants more of them. Find a place to hide and tell stories in a warm embrace.

"Then marry. Look for a good woman then-" Fujiko's words cut off.

"Most women are materialistic like you!" raka said, making Fujiko furious, encouraging Raka to let go of her embrace.

"Materialistic? I'm realistic, I have to make my dad happy. Not to mention if you have kids, you have to buy diapers, baby gear, so my girlfriend has to be rich!" Fujiko grumbled, eating the sponge cake in annoyance.