My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Chilly

Slowly he opened his eyes, sighing many times. The thin curtain showed a little of his beautiful face. The bed is outside the room in the gazebo. The bathrobe is beside her. As usual, her husband is not absent.

Fujiko immediately put on the bathrobe next to her bed, looking at the surroundings. There are no servants here, including the whereabouts of Raka who disappeared somewhere. The rose petals floating above the pond had disappeared, as well as the candles circling the area.

Slowly he looked for the bathroom. His entire body felt sticky after serving the miserly who was so greedy as if he wanted to swallow it round and round.

Fujiko found the bathroom. The woman who cleans herself under the rush of the shower. Walking through the hallway, until the figure of her husband is seen, arranging the table. Looks like a professional chef, serving a variety of foods.

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

"We're on vacation for the honeymoon. Every now and then try another menu, it's okay, right?" Words from her husband's mouth.

This time it is not a vegetable soup of withered half-price vegetables complete with sliced tofu. But the big lobster, crab, shellfish, complete salad, do not forget the processed potatoes as carbohydrates.

Fujiko clenched her forehead, started to sit looking moody. Likewise with Raka looks awkward trying to smile, grabbing a knife and fork. The two who sighed harshly, poor souls thrashing.

"I'm not full if I don't eat rice. Too many side dishes even make nausea." Fujiko said.

"Sama," Raka let out a rough sigh, then the two laughed together.

What do they do next? A few tens of minutes later. The lobster had been cut, the rest put in the fridge, as well as other side dishes, plus the salad they ate. Sitting both on the floor leaving the dining table, laughing together chatting while eating using their hands, warm rice was on their plates.

Happiness is simple, right? Depends on how we judge it.

Potatoes that have been fried, become a snack of a couple watching television. Sometimes we kiss each other."Still clean?" ask Raka.

"Still," the answer from Fujiko knitted her forehead.

"I want more" he said, about to kiss his wife. But Fujiko ran fast. Two people who were like children, ran around here and there leaving the television still on.

*

A man carrying an anj*ng is now in the middle of the forest. The goal is to find his pet monkey that was released. The leaves trampled on her, carrying a large machete knife to slash through the bushes paving the way.

People who are quite well established there, have permission to maintain animals. The real monkey had been tamed, but somehow it suddenly slipped into the forest.

Prok!

Prok!

Prok!

"Ki! Mongki's! Mongki!" his cry called out the name of the monkey, clapping his hands.

Anj*ng Siberian Husky race led him to find the smell of the monkey. Until the little monkey jumped back to its owner who was carrying the nuts.

"Basic bad monkey! Let's go!" chirp, step away.

But not with anj*ng pet. The anj*ng ran a few meters, until it suddenly dug up the excavated soil. Animals that he had trained with special trainers to save the lives of their owners. This man did live in a private villa, not the surrounding residents.

"Search what!?" the owner asked in surprise, trying to pull the anj*ng pet to leave the forest immediately.

But not anj*ng it insists on digging. Until the human hand is seen, the hand is covered in blood with a slight incision.

Contacting the police, over the newly found body. The body, which is almost rotting, may have been buried for 2 to 3 days.

The light was being assigned to look for Patra's tracks. Feeling like a failure, stay two weeks of their time limit to get a big bonus. Until he who had asked the police to contact him if there is an unknown corpse found, in the end got a call.

Immediately he contacted his three colleagues who spread to come to the place of discovery of the corpse. Moving fast for money is their principle. Although unlike the more freely moving private detectives they have one advantage, which is not suspected to move.

If Raka uses a private detective, Nadila will quickly find out what Raka suspects.

Three motorcycles were finally parked, three companions who gulped their saliva, looking at the almost rotting corpse.

"Is this your acquaintance?" ask the police officer.

Withstanding the disgust Ragil opened the body bag.

"Geekk!" Ragil ran to vomit his stomach.

The light goes closer, watching and watching. Even checking for a mole on his shoulder.

"Sir, the face of his corpse can be edited no? Filtered so like a video tik tok." Evi asked a little backwards looking at the corpse face.

"Sir, can you ask for help, turn around, then open a little pants?" tanya Light, stared closely, then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Not Patra," he muttered, recalling the message from Raka. His mother said his father had a habit of scratching***** when going to sleep, because the allergy to wheat flour often appears, there are some dry scratches sometimes there. As well as moles that are not present at all on the shoulder. Even though the face of the corpse is no longer dead. It's certain this isn't Patra.

"Thank you sir, this isn't our missing relative." Speak Light, along with police officers who close the body bag.

But one thing that attracts the attention of Light, a gold necklace with a unique design, spider-shaped is on the neck of the corpse when the body bag zipper is closed.

"Light, I limp after vomiting. Give me some nutrition! Kiss me..." Said Ragil struggling on the Light.

"Now is the time to be serious. If we get anything in return from Raka, I promise we'll date." Rigorously.

Ragil instantly let go of his spoiled hand."Who killed more than one person. From the light weight of his body when lifted and the wounds on his head and wrists, most likely died from blood loss. But for more details, an autopsy needs to be performed. We have no access."

"So?" The light hit his forehead.

"Actually I also doubt it, but the necklace she wears is the same as that of Aunt Adinda." Further.

"Really! Aunt Adinda! I forgot where I saw the spider necklace! Thanks!" He said, kissing Ragil's cheek then passed away.

"He kissed me!? She kissed me?" muttered Ragil smiling to himself.

"When do I have a boyfriend!?" Evi sighed harshly staring at the Light that had begun to change since they investigated the case. Wh why? The Light Type is a smart man. Just smart enough, because a smart man always looks good in his eyes.

Ragil's problem? Who would have thought the man was a whimper, the slacker turned out to be high IQ. Staying cultivated and given the spirit to fight will be a true love fighter. A career that may one day be arranged by his wife.

"Darling!" ragil shouted, with the dissipating cool nature, back following the Light.

"Truk alone join with," muttered Evi who until now was still cold to enjoy pop noodles.