My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Papa, Da! Da!

Immanuel slowly woke up. It's the second day Reina and Elie sleep in her room. I don't know why it feels so comfortable for him. The young man who started to sit tidied up Reina's hair.

Sighs rough."I have to get home before I get stuck here,"

Realizing himself more and more tied to this mother and child. But he could only sigh in relief, probably because there was no one around.

Tomorrow he will stay at his friend's apartment, which should have just come from a holiday in the Netherlands, given his healed legs. At least a little pain even though the swelling has disappeared.

The rent was back. Even if it's been over a week. Let's just say this is generosity for widows and orphans. The young man who woke up early in the morning just put down a piece of paper, as well as a hundred dollar bill.

Nothing he brought. Back wearing a white shirt and washed-up trousers. Even the clothes of the late Rian he bought from Lastri were put back.

He's gonna disappear like he never was, cool right? Maybe this itchy widow will feel her loss. His eyes looked at when he was leaving, wailing not want to be found out he did not choose when he was caliph.

One kiss landed on Reina's lips that were still closing her eyes, hugging Elie. This is his last day living here. There was nothing wrong, only he had to go back.

Why not stay at his friend's apartment from the beginning? The reason is that he is not easily familiar, only has a few friends who can be trusted. One of his friends who can be trusted is probably only Dede who should have come yesterday.

He walked up to the front of the house."Thank you, "only one word has been said for someone who's been keeping her friendly for the past few weeks. He stepped back, on a cold blind morning.

Waiting for the angkot to go to the bus stop. Calls are common. He could only sigh when he smelled the fish.

Until he heard the hot news.

"The child of tomorrow's pariahs wants a proposal" said a mother who carries a plastic grocery bag. It may not have implemented the government's call for a reduction in plastic waste.

"Master? Lukman the civil servant? Ow hell! It's handsome! Gallant! Uniformed again!" office mothers who wear government employee uniforms join the.

Immanuel can only sigh. Stupid time with the gossip in this village. Papa's completely forgotten about mom's ex-boyfriend.

Until Angkot stopped at the bus stop, he began wearing a mask, hiding his glowing face. Not wanting because his beautiful face was dead. Perhaps the handsome is also a disaster.

The bus stopped in front of him. He was actually hesitant to enter, somehow his footsteps were heavy. Was he followed by dedemit until it was difficult to step?

Actually no, he was not so willing to leave this place. In the end, Immanuel clenched his hands, riding on the bus that began to speed.

A few meters bus walk. His heart still feels heavy.

The small sound of a crying child began to be heard. Immanuel rounded his eyes, staring at the window.

"Father! Papa! Da! Da!" the child carried by his mother wept, the small hand that waved ushered in the departure of Immanuel.

Reina only had time to chase a few meters from when the bus drove, while carrying her son's body. The woman smiled with waving hands, perhaps a gesture of saying goodbye.

"Father! Papa! Da! Da!" the child continued to cry as he waved his hand. A stubborn boy who still thought Immanuel was his father who never came home from the sea.

Reina had already woken up from Immanuel getting ready to leave. He didn't want to stop saying goodbye. They have no binding relationship. It was just that the smile seen on Reina's face did indeed feel too heavy.

"Mama! Mama! Papa went to sea again! Papa doesn't love Elie!" said the boy was crying.

"Mama, so he's not Papa Elie? Papa Elie's been sleeping in God's house?" ask the boy. Reina quickly nodded, the still crying child began to tear down the ego, accepting the reality of her father's departure.

Reina looked towards the vast blue sky. He really didn't expect anything, tired enough for everything. There was nothing he could do but return to escort his son to send prayers to the late Rian. The young man who might have calmed down by his side.

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Meanwhile Immanuel clenched his hand. Not turning her head at all, her tears suddenly flowed uncontrollably. Honestly speaking, after finding out the child he expected never existed, the young man subconsciously put the Elie in his heart. Not only was the young man not conscious, he slowly depended on Reina.

With the principle of papa not loving mama, she wiped away her tears."I can't be a crybaby! After this go home, snatch everything from Raka and marry the conglomerate's daughter!" he said confidently.

But can it? The bus stopped and refused to get off. But still, this was a luxury apartment, not a simple house like the one he had occupied for several days.

Soaking in a bathtub, swimming, bowling, everything is on his mind right now. Walking without bringing anything to meet his friend named Dede.

The elevator button pressed down, pointing at the unit where Dede was. After confirmation from security.

The bell pressed him a few times. At last the apartment door opened. A tall, thin young man was seen there, grinning like a freak.

"Tumben here?" tanya Dede, a young man who works as a film producer, gave way for Immanuel to enter.

Without further ado Immanuel laid his body on the sofa, staring at the ceiling of the room."Keep me from everyone here" he said suddenly.

"What's the problem? You ran away from home?" ask Dede, sit back to check the newly submitted manuscript.

"Some of you tried to kill me, Uncle Patra and Barbara may have been caught. It was my fiancee, but in terms of profit I'm sure Raka was involved as well." Evidently.

"A "complex family of conglomerates. It's a good thing I'm an independent county boy, so there's no need to fight over inheritance." The quiet answer from the tall man.

"Are you not fighting over an inheritance?" ask Immanuel.

"My father has acres of land, his business is plentiful. But my sister has 11 of them even keep school and work in the store or the land and keep their share of the inheritance later. So from the beginning I resigned, better for them alone. I'm just asking for a tuition fee, after graduating from work, look now, I even have five apartments rented in strategic places. Not to mention some shophouses, essentially they prefer to ask fish to fight over their parts, while I ask my parents for a fishing rod." A relaxing answer from Dede.

"I also don't understand what Raka wants to catch me. By the way where's your wife and son?" immanuel asked with a lookin' eye.

For a moment, Dede seemed to focus on putting the paper in her hand."We're divorced."

"Why?" asked Immanuel interested, because the village woman whom Dede married looks so attached and obedient. Did Dede divorce her?

"A good woman will do anything for her child. Several times I did not bring him to the party, claiming to still stop in front of my friends. But he still accepted and survived. Serving every sick me, taking good care of our twins. He never disappointed me. Even when I was caught cheating on the artist, he forgave me easily." Dede smiled softly with flowing tears.

"But the biggest mistake I made. My wife called me many times saying the twins were sick. But I just thought it was a fever, my wife exaggerated. Until I deactivated my phone. You know what really happened? The twins had dengue fever, had severe bleeding, they were critical and needed a blood donor. But the blood supply wasn't enough, in the end one of my sons fell into a coma, eventually died."

"My wife didn't smile again. When I got home only the divorce papers were left. Do you know butter fly effect? The little things we do can change the future. If only I had let my phonecells be active, one of my sons would not have died, I could have donated blood for him. My wife will stay here too. He's gone back to the village with my surviving son. I squealed and pleaded, but she left anyway, decided to divorce with me."

"In the end I lost, she was just an ordinary woman. Not beautiful, tends to be chatty and fierce, even the eyes duitan. This place feels empty without it. Not exactly this place. But here." Obviously Dede touched his own left chest. In fact, calming himself in the Netherlands had no results at all. He misses his wife and son even more.

Immanuel was listening silently. I don't know what's on his mind right now.